Litchfield enquirer., 1829-06-18
MISCELLANEOUS.
From the New. York Mirror. .
OBADIAH.

@ ~ OBADIAH.
 You are a good for nothing lazy ras- cal" said an exasperated farmer to his son, Obadiah Davis. " You ant worth the salt of your meat to me. You have nei- ther watered the horses nor fed the pigs. There's Sal scolding down stairs, because. there's no wood cut for the oven: and you have left the bars of the lane down, and the COW has gone into neighbor Hum- phrey's field. Get out you idle, lazy, good for nothing loon--out of my sight !" MT. Davis was six feet high. Obadiah was not more than five feet three. The last adjectives, with their terminating noun, were, rendered much more emphatic by the hearty cuffs with which each one was accompanied, and the last explanato- " push, which came from the palm of hand brawny with fifty years labor, form- ed an insinuation not to be mistaken, that the negligent youths company was no longer desired. .,
 Obadiah was lubberly looking fellow, about twenty. He bore the beating with good grace,the necessity of which frequent experience had inculcated, and without saying q word to his irritated parent, he 'Alvent down the lane--a neglect of the bars Nof which had formed one of the counts in slso aoelarutioss ss,aisst irim--und Oet down on u stone, in little grove of trees, and hy the side ofa brook, whose waters swept rapid y over their sandy bed, and filled the air with freshness and music. He rumi- mated while with his under lip out in poutng way, which with him as we'll as others, was sign of some internal agita- tion.
 ''Yes," he exclaimed-for why should not farmers boys address the groves and invoke the rural spirits, as we'll us Tell or Brutus ?--" Yes," says Obadiah, drawing the sleeve of his coat across his mouth with more of view of comfort than grace. !" Yes, I'll be darn'd if stand that ere any more. ant to be beat like dog all my life, and think l. may as well give dad tho slip now as well as any other time. I'll tell him ont. If he's mind to give me trifle, so much the hetter--if he ha mt why he may let 1t alone." ..
 1t was about two days after the prece- ding events that MT. Davis was surprised by the. appearance of his son, apparently equipped for a journey. He stared at him for Q moment. partly silent from displeas- ur6, and partly from surprise.
 -sWel, father,' said Obadiah, with some hesitation, I'm come to bid you good bye.,
 ITO bid me good bye. you fool! Why, where are you goings'
 I am going 60 seek my fortune in the world. father. know am no use to you. Ithink can do almost as we'll any where else. can'tdo much worse at alE events. So am going down to York; or some- where theFeabouts, to get along by my- sclc" s.s@s h1 s4
 Warm and deep feelings. thank heaven !! arc not confined to the wealthy nor the wise; and nature fashions her humblest hearts as rich in strong and delicious ai- tections, as those who beat beneath fash ing stars. Mir. Davis loved his son, for many reasons. He was the only pledge of one who had stirred up the romance of earlier feelings, and whom now the green sod covered; and Obadiah, ordinary as vas his general appearance, sometimes turned upon him with an expression ofeye, or replied in mirth with smile, which recalled her to his memory, and found no where else in the wide world. Be- sides.h .he was always honest and afietionate 1; and though he never discovered that kind of activity which might have rendered him useful in the station which he had occupi- cd yet he was his son, and as such, he felt much moro than he was in the habit of putting in words.
 His eyes appeared moist, therefore, as Do ramonslrated with the young adven- turer. and found him firm in the purpose which he had, it seemed, been consider able time in adopting; and, after much