Litchfield enquirer., 1831-11-10

the kitchen; while the master drank Ma l derIa above stairs, and the servants were drunk with cogniae below stairs. wh;le';n the midst of the best company. the bast living. and dreaming of nothing but nleas-
 hre and amQsement, one of Bob's creditors wrapped his knuckles. The BaiIiffs are an i'll bred set !; they knew just as much a. bout gentility, and all that sort of thing. as bear about a lady y's toilet; and therefore, as might almost have been expected, the carpets, the plate, the side-board, and even me very piano, were levied on.
 S'lli, so far as physical ability was con- cerned, tt was not too late, perhaps, to turn 1 the current of affairs. There was plain, and ready remedy for the disease. even in Its present state. An entire change ofliy. ing and of habits economy for extrava- gance, and industry for incidence. But how hard is it for those who have been thus educated to change; how often is the nor al ability, the will, wanting ?-And here it proved to be the case.
 They struggled awhile to keep up ap- pearances and only sunk deeper in the end. Ten years after, they were almost forgotten. l made many inquiries afier them among the villagers, and finally dis- covered that Robert and his wife had sen- arated; that he had exchanged his dors and gun for tar hat and a blue jacket. ]. was awanderer of the sea and the elegant and accomplished Cornelia, instead of humping pianos was gaining scanty subsistence at the spinning wheel.
 So much for the story. Industry and virtue are the best legacies parents can be- queatin their offspring; the only sure defen- ccs against misfortune. Let those who are charged with the education of children be- ware lest through an over anxiety to make them accomplished, they fail to make them useful members of society; instead of making them respectable, make them proud; instead of cuItivating their genius. lead them into indolence. say beware An affectaiion of Knowledge is always worse than an acknowledgment of actual ignorance. A person lately called on a friend to complain of letter which he had received, containing matter by no means complimentary. Do you know sOho has addressed this letter to you 2" said his friend. 'No,' was the answer. sThen it was anonymous, suppose.' sYes.' re- piled the insulted party, with the most i,n- pertnr6able gravity.---' ccry anonymoasin- deed, assure you
 CHANGE.-Constant change is the feature of society. The world is like a marie lantern. or the shifting scenes in panto. mime. Yen Years convert the population of schools into men and women, tue young into fathers and matrons, make and mar fortunes, and bury the last generation but one. 1i0enty gears convert infants into lovers and fathers and mothers. render youth the operative generation. IIiy- ty gears raise an active generation from nonentlty, change fascinating beauties into bearable old women, convert lovers into grandfathers, and bury the active genera tion, or reduce them to decrcpitude and lmbecility. Forty Years also, change the face of all society infants are growing old, the bloom ot youth and beauty has passed away, two active generations have been swept from the stage of life; names SO cherished are forgotten, and unsuspected candidates for fame have started from the exhaustiess womb of nature. F;fiv
 Years! why should any desire to retain affections from maturity for fifty years: it is to behold a world which they do not knew, and to which they are unknown; it is to live to weep for the generations pas- sed away, for lovers, fo. parents, for chil- dren, for friends, in the grave it is to1see every thing turned upside down by the fickIe hand of fortune, and the absolute despotism oftirne it is, in word, to be- hold the vanity ofhumaE life in all the va- rieties of display.
 TIE SCHOOL Boys.--We have been de. lighted lately. to notice the revival of the good old fashioned sport of " "driviug hoop.'' Our streets are alive with trundlers--boys of all ages and sizes, from the little urchin,. whose world is confined to the pavement ot single street, and who never loses sight of his fathers dwelling, to the rowing first form-boy, who spurns all boundaries. and IS forever pursuing voyages of dscove- ry into remote and unknown regions.
 Then it is so amusing to see the democrat 'c rogues taking possession of the side. walks, aud sweeping all clear before them. The ladies scold, and the boys laugh; men threaten, but the lads push on, regardless ot hounces and furbelows, silk stockings. or white pants. Itis somewhat annoying, to be sure; people arc not very fond of hop ping of and hopping on to the p0vs. every