Litchfield enquirer., 1830-01-07

ways heard him spoken Of by the Quaker appella,ion John Neal-hest tales, "The Slcighride." To-day prblish sort oi sequel it, doubtless by the writer, though it appeared tn different paper from 1 the first part. It is called
 COURTsHIP.
 l After my sleighride, last winter, and the slippery trick l was served by Patty Bean, nobody would suspect me oE hankering after the women again in hurry. To hear ne curse and swear and rail out a. gainst the whole feminine gender, you would have taken it for granted that should never so much as look at one of them again, to all eternity-O, but was wicked. "Darn and blast their eyes says I.-Blame their skinS-torment their hearts and darn them to darnation." Fi- nally took an oath and swore that if I ever meddled or had any dealings with them again Gin the sparkling line l mean) I wished might be hung and choaked.
 But swearing off from women, and then going into meeting house chock full of gals, all shining and glistening in their Sum day clothes and clean faces, is like swear ing off liquor and going into grog shop. It's all smoke.
 I held out and kept firm to my oath three whole Sundays. Foronoons, a'ter- moons, and intcrmissions complete. On the fourth, there were strOng symptoms of a change of weather. A chap, about my size was seen on the way to the meeting house, with new patent ha, on; his head hung by the ears upon shirt collar his cravat had pudding in it and branched ont in front, into double bow knot. He 1 carried straight back and stiff neck, as a man ought to, when he has his best clothes ! on and every time he spit, he sprung his body forward, like jack-knife, in or- der to shoot clear ofthe ruffles.
 Squire Jones' pew is next but two to mine and when stand up to prayers and take my coat tail under my arm, and turn my back to the minister, naturally look right straight at Sally Jones. Now Sally has not face to be grinned at, in fog. Indeed,a ,as regards beauty, some folks think she can pull an even yoke with Patty Bean. For my part, think there is not much boot between them. Any how, they are so nigh matched that 'hey have hated and despiscd each other, like rank poison,
 Squire Jones had got his evening fire on. and set himself down to reading the great bible, when he heard rap at h's door.
 Walk in.--Well, John, how der do! Git out, Pompey.-Pretiy well, thank ye. Squire. and how do yOM do !-Why, so as to be crawling-ye ugly beast, will ye hold yer yop-haul up a chair and sit down, John."
 .How do vow do, Mrs. Jones ? O, midlin', how's yer marm! Don't forget the mat there, MT. Beedle. Thus put me in mind that had been of soundings sev. eral times, in the long muddy lane :; end my boots were in sweet pickle.
 It was now old Captain Jones turn, .he grandfather. Being reused from doze, bv inc hustle and racket, he opened both his eyes, at first with wonder and aston's'', ment. At last he began to halo" so loud that you might hear him mile; for he takes it for granted that every body IS just as dcaf'as he is. ,,.
 "Who is it say, who in the world IS it !' Mrs. Jones going close to ms ear' screamed out, "it's Johnny Beedle. = " Ho-Johnny Beedle. remember, he was one summer at the siege of Boston,. " No, no, father, bless your heart' that was his grandfather, that's been dead and gone this twenty years. .''-" Ho.-But where does he come from!' Daown taown: Uo.-What does he follow for liv'n' v And he did not stop asking questions after this sort, till all the particulars "t the Bcedlc family were published and pro- claimed in Mrs. Jones' last screech. He then sunk back into his doze again.
 The dog stretched himself before on' andiron; the cat squat down before the other. Silence came on by degrees, like
 calm snow storm, till nothing was heard
 but cricket under the hearth, keeping
 tune with sappy yellow birch forcst'ck
 Sally sat up prim, as if she were pinned t'
 the chairback her hands crossed gcnteell, upon her lap, and her eyes looking straigh
 into the fire. Nanny Jones tried t
 s,raiehten herself too, and laid her hand across in her lap. But they would not la. still. 1t was full twenty-four hours sine !! they had done any work, and they wer ont of all patience with keeping Sunday Do what she would to keep them quiet { they would bounce up, now and then, an |. go through the motions, in spite Of tn ? fourth commandment. For my part, Sd looking very much like fool. The mor