The Litchfield County post., 1828-03-27
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 1he doom of youth anI ia,e of age.

,, Ihen disc'o>e the myst.ck page Ia es of j,y--tnl tales grief 1he doom of youth anI ia,e of age. Old Logical was startled, as the sybiI placed herself before him, and fixed her dag ziing eyes ou his, seemingly awaiting his commands.
 Very well, my good woman, very well; l thought might make enquiries of you, but It IS ot no consequence you may go good woman, you may go." The debater was completely awed. The object of bis address paid no attention to his permission for her departure, but turning to Julia, addressed her nearly in these words
 Follow me where may listen, Where yon sparkling fountains ghsfen; Maiden lar, if thou wou,dst borrow Know edge of thy joy or soFrew- If des'alr's cold hand shall press thee Or the mics O. fortune bless thee. The lair glfl immediately arose ,and pla-, cling her hand within that of the sorceress led away to the spot she bad deslgnated. They were soon concealed from view by the wlndings of he p,th. It was not un- Iil they had disappeared, that Old Logical recovered from the shock he had expeylen- ced in ahe awe inspiring presence of the tortuneteller. But when his daur!I;er en- lirely 'nished with the sy th, di, ,,utant Was " himself again." lie shouted for his servants, rated them for admit ing the hags and bade them pursue, secure, and toss her in blanket for her presumpti n. The domeStics dispersed about the garden, but r fthe'r young n,is esS and the stra ger had disappeared. They searched lneheclual- y through the town, but no trace of them could be discovered. Night closed in but
 hey were missing. Old Logical was al- most distracted he argued the matter in every light; cursed divination, conjurers, witches, and his own folly.
 Poor Mrs. Logical and the little Logic als could only weep. The servants pur- sued their search, taking excellent care to avoid their master, whose cane made itself intimatel y acquainted with every menial back witch It encountered. Ten o'clock, and no tldings of the lost child. The sire had fallen back in his chair, entirely ex- hausted by the violenc of his passion the mother and brothers were weeping beside him; when the door suddenly opened ,and flashing young midshipman en cred ,lead-
 ing the blushng Julia Logical. The iah- CT, more rejoiced with the return of his daug than the appearance of her com panion, sing liar as was the appearance of a young man in his house, held her for a moment in speeches. joy. It was but for one moment; the next, he seized his cane, and leaped ferociously towards the intruder.
 Who are you, sir" was the courteous interrogation.
 :" Your daughters husband" was the la- conc reply. ].
 Had Old Logical, like the inhabitants of the fabIed city, been petrifed on he spot, he could not have been rendered more completely motionless than he be- came at the receipt of this intelligence. He stood like statue, with eyes fixed and jaws diStended. Julia went softly up to him, and placing her rogueish face close to his, whispered.- .---" Dear fther, nev- CT should h vaNsconsen,ed, had I not been convinced that None but the Brave deserve the Far.' Henry is very brave --therefore--pray, will you not forgive us 2"
 Old Logical's features relaxed and soft- ened.
 "Come. come, old gentleman, cried the youth, wll subscribe to your conditions. I'll smuke with you till 'tis all blue; and as you said the man who possessed your daughter, must be worth fifty thousand dol- lars, and be able to maintain argument, why Ill prove satisfactorily to you that am.
 "You value your child at fortune she is my wife man and wife are one there- fore, Eh father-in-Iaw 7
 Old Logical caught the sailor to his bo- som, they now nightly argue and smoke, and their 6ercest dispute are upon this sdIe ject-the utility of for,unetellers.