Litchfield enquirer., 1829-06-25
MISCELLANEOUS.
From the Bostoh Statesman. COURTsHIp. A SHOWER

The storm. that had swept so profusely O. yer the woods and hills was subsiding. The ample sky flung back its yelling tresses, aad the sun came out once more, touching inc dripping wilderness with singular beauty. The exceeding richness of the blue heaven, the fry edging of the distant clouds. the bright green outline ot the tor- est, and the swoln streams that ran braid- ing themselves into the long leaning grass, presented singular map of nature--drip- ping in the freshness f.the summer show Or. The winds were as clear and cool as ifthey had slept on the surface of the ocean the flowers of a thousand hues maea ia Eall bloens, und Pvnsod oat tl1oit perfume, as the fountain poured its song, to the bent of the fervent wind. ...,'' g "Well, this shower is over at last, Ellen, and guess it will be all the better for git.--all the better; l say, Ellen, you'd better come out and see the rainbow, be- fore it fades forever," and Ellen was out with a cautious step, as the wet grass, like the mane of a sweating steed, shed its thousand drops upon her feet.
 "The rainbow! which way is it, Charles ? Ican'tsee it.''
 Why don't you see it, right through the notch of that maple tree, where the leaves are torn off |; now the wind blows take care of your clothes, don't you see how 1t showers down on you, Ellen r. there, there's the rainbow, w,---and fine one - never saw the different colors more clearly defined. I'll tell you, Ellen, it always makes me think that some seam of the beautiful sky has been rent by the sha- king of the thunder, and the airs ofheaven fallen out--but not daring to wander, they cling to the wound, until they are taken in again."
 \ "Now, Charles, I like you for that: but tee, 1t has almost vanished; the clouds tha, were here jus. now, are all gone and the sky is as blue, as---
 "As-your eyes, my dear"
 "Poh, I don't want your help-besides, I don't think your comparison is perfect !; for my eyes are not quite so blue-they arGlighter." & &G v
 "Well, Ellen. we'll isay--as blue as your stocking" .~
 !" Ha, ha, ha--that's worse yet''-and she displayed beautifal ankle, and white stocking.
 "What'll yousAy now mister Charles ?''
 ",Whys Ellen.--as blue as itself-is that correctg'' @a :, ss 1t will do, Charles; but look at that dry bare limb among the green leafy branches on that maple tree. What does that remind you off" e@
 Y @'sVarious things. 1t Is like dead child in agreat and fiourishing family, still nour- aished by all the surviving members with " affectionate solicitude !; but answering their silent whispering with an unchanged look of decay. You may deck it with leaves, but it knoweth them not; and the leaves wither upon the stem and lose their fra grance, and are blown away in the summer wind. So [ have seen the maiden deck the corse of her lover, with coronals blooming from the hill side, in the beauti- ful hope that the incense of living things she so much loved, might reanimate a loved one. from his eternal slumber. Now, Ellen, if should die before you, that is what ! should want you to be to me- take me out in the open air, and fling aowers upon my breast. Win you 2"
 {" Perhaps will, but you can't think of dying before me hope, Charles--that wouldn't be proper. It is not so polite for girl to cry at her lover's death us for aman at the death of one he loves. And that is all the reason why Iwish you to let