Litchfield enquirer., 1830-04-15
CONSTANCY-A FABLE-bv Mrs. Hall

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 CONSTANCY-A FABLE-bv Mrs. Hall
 In the ancient times, when flowers, and trees, and fairies were on speaking terms, and all friendly together, one fine summers day. the sun shone out on beautiful gar- den. where there were all sorts of flowers that you could mention, and a lovely and giddy fairy went sporting about from one to the other (although no one could see her, because of the sun light) as gay as the mor- ming lark then says the fairy to the rose- "rose, if the sun was cloaded, and the storm came on, would ye shelter and love me still ?'' "Do ye doubt me 3" says the rose, and reddened up with anger. Lily" says the fairy to another love, " if the sun was clouded and storm came on, would ye shelter and love me still?'' ooh do you think I could change 2" says the lily, and she grew still paler with sorrow. Tu- lip," said the fairy, eff the sun was clou- ded, and a storm came on, would ye shelter and love me still l' Upon my word," said the tulip, making very gen. tlemanlike bow, "ye're the very frs! !!::,!!;y; !:;!y that ever doubted s,y constancy ;'' so the !:sy;; !!:y sported on, joyful to think of her kind and blooming friends. She revelled away for time, and then she thought on the pale blue violet, that was almost covered with its broad green leaves and although it was m old comrade, she might have for gotten it,had it not been for the sweet scent that came up from the modest flower. "Oh violet" said said the fairy, if the sun was clouded, and storm came on, would ye shelter and love me still ," And the vie olent made answer--" Ye have known me long, sweet fairy, and in the first spring time, when there were few other flowers, ye used to shield yourself from tho cold bias. under my leaves now ye've almost forgotten me-bu. let it pass--try my truth, # ever you should meet misfortune-but I say nothing" We'll the fairy ski,ted at that, and clapped her silvery wings, and whisked, singing of, on sun beam but she was hardly gone. when black cloud grew up out of the north, all in minute, and the light was shrouded, and the lain fell in clashings like hail, and away flies the fairy to her friend the rose--" Now, rose,'' says she, the rain is come. SO shelter and love me still" e can hardly shelter my own buds,'' says the rose "but the lily has deep cup" We'll, the poor little fairy's wings were almost wet, but she got to tke lily. '" Lily" says she, "the storm is come, SO shelter and love me still.'' " I am sorry,'' says the lily, !" but if I were to open my cup, the rain would beat in, and my seed would be spoilt-the tulip has long leayes.' We'll, the fairy was down hearted enough, but she went to the tulip, who she always thought most sweet spo- ken gentleman. He certainly did not look as bright as he had done in tho sun, but she waved her little wand, and said, l" Tu- lip," says she, the rain and storm are come. and aun very weary, but you will shelter and love me still 1'' "Begone, ,'' says the tulip, "be off," says he: !" pret- ty pickle I should be in, if let every wan dering scamperer come about me-" We'll, by this time she was very tired, and her wings hung dripping at her back, wet in- deed-but there was no help for it, and leaning on her pretty silver wand, che lim- ped of 10 the violet; and the darling lit tle howeFs with it's blue eye. that's as clear as akitten's, saw her coming, and never a word she spoke, but opened her broad green leaves, and took the wild wandering creature to her bosom, and dried her wings and breathed the sweetest perfumes ovel her, and sheltered hcr until the storm was gone. Then the humble violet spoke and said--" Fairy queen, it is bad to Airi with many, for the love of one true heart is enough for earthly woman or fairy spirit the old love is better than the gay com plimenss of . world of flowers, for 1t will Iast when the others pass" And the fairy know that 1t was true for the blue violet ; and she contented herself ever after, and .bnils her downy bower under the wide- spfoading violet leaves, that sheltered her rom tho rade winters wind and the hot sunnmer's sun. and to this very day the fai- res loga the violet beds.
 Emmzfnm sn de sss qf Lsscksss.-Ann Mevvis, airi twelve senm of age, residing in Manchester was #. lscied with sore threat. which obligod her some we6ks ago 1n leave her work. Leeches were pre.