The Litchfield County post., 1829-01-15

and all was hushed and still without. \ thought would not awake ny companion, and softly arising and putting my clothes, started for the meeting house. With suppressed breath and noiseless tread
 entered the buryng-ground and though as reckless daredevil ever lived my courage almost failed as trod upon the "dust and ashes" of those who re- posed in silence beneath the marble slabs which rose as solemn memenos to mark the spot where they rested. But few minutes elapsed before laid my hand upon the latch of the meeting g-house door, which swung upon it's hinges with ashrieking noise recoed for ahAinstant; the next moment stood within the walls of the ruined house, which seemed like the very temple ofdesoaton. silence like the stiffness of the tombs reigned there gazed upon the decaying pulpit that was about crumbng into ruins, and upon the galleries that seemed every moment
 fthcy would fall and crush me beneath them, which the dim moonlight fantly ealed. Casting my eyes again towards the pulpit, as advanced from beneath the gallery rto the of tine house. bched in it, standing erect nd wrapped in his shroud, the former minister of the Parish!-his grey hair floating over his shoulders and his eyeIess sockets directed to the spot where stood, while his teeth, which the half opened mouth revealed, appeared of livid hue It was impossible for me to be mistaken the moonlight glare almost equal to the light of noon-day; the features were as familiar to as those of my own father; looked again. and again still the same form was there, exactly as had at first seen it. then cast my eyes towards the galleries but there sight met my view, which froze the very blood in my veins. Seated round the whole extent of the galle- res, and dressed in the manner as was the spec ire in the desk, were a large number of motioness figures with their eyeless sockets and grim features directed towards the pulpit l withdrew my eyes from the horrfc spectacle, and placed my hand over them in the hope of collecting my bewdered senses. Removing my hand, glanced my eyes quickly around the lower part of the house but there be- held the most appalling sight. Every pew in the meeting-house was filled with the same mot;onless igures,-as well the deacons' seat, in which sat couple of aged forms,-with their faces directed dea,h-drapery! The hoary locks and frrowed cheeks of age, and the ra'e, featrres of youth, were there seen side by side. I could recognise but few of them, those who were formerly my onpanions but 1 had been brought to untimely grave; the rest were those who had gone down to the tomb before my remembrance. There they sat, congregation of the "silent dead, listening silent preacher ! Quick as lightning rushed the door, determined not to stay another in this house, but the door was fast made Herculean effort to burst it open, but to purpose. My spirit died within me, and fell to the floor; sort of faintness came over me. accompanied with intense gripping pains, which caused me to o'caGe, with the exclamation. "Good heavens! the bed-bugs are devouring mel" OJThe Hartford Times of the 18th inst. appears dressed in full mourning the inside ofthe sheet m consequence of the death of Mrs. Jackson. Wonder whether the "tears lie in onion' that the editor will shed on the occasion?
 A MT. Peter Lowe, of Newark, adver- tises his wife as having left his bed and board, and Mrs. Sarah Low rejoins that nothing but fear for her life induced her to leave him-the bed, she says, belongs to her.
 An unhappy husband, in the West, in- forms the world that his wife has left his bed and board-or rather, he adds, she has left my board and carried off my bed.
 A bachelor, in want ofa wife, offers him self as a prize in lottery, to all widows and maids under twenty five.
 There is family in Germany that has the following poetic and melodious name Kirk-ver-vank-ots-d dor-s -spacking -och-den-- short and sweet; an octave at a time would mend it much.
 The New York Morning Courier is prin- ! ted on a new power press which accom-
 plishes 800 impressions in an hour-t is expected that it will be able to inrcease its speed to the number of 1900 per hour.
 Ceniugal Gratitude.-"Frank Hayman, was a dull dog. recollect when he bu- ried his wife. friend asked him why he expended so much money on her funeral? "Ah, sir, "replied he, "she would have done as much, or more, for me, with pleas ure."
 An eastern paper finds fault with Henry Clay for this, that he once Snapped a pistol at skeleton, with more legs than body, dignifed win the name of John Randolph of Roanoke, in which there were no more chances of drawing blood, than there would he in aiming bullet at the edge of a caseknife."
 MILITARY ACADEMY AT WEST PoINr.-- The Gazette of Wednesday contains the re- port of the Board of Visitors ofthis Academy d.taJ Vuna IQOQ w which ranreSanfs fha sf fa