Litchfield enquirer., 1832-12-27

1 s'SA uOuIS ShsAS SetO FdSskNlH 0SNeSs
let Mr.. Williams poison his wife at his
leisure. Mrs. Mary Smith, too, repr6hat-
ed any violent measures; the truth is, she
did not wish to be mixed up in the matter
( gentiewOman with an annuity and front
and back parlor was rather ashamed Of
being detected in such close intimacy with
the post mistress and the landladys Ii
seemed likely that poor Mrs. Williams
would be left to her miserable fate.
Murder will OUT said the landlord, the
following morning, as he mounted the plea
bald pony which, like Tom Tough,had seen
little service; and hurried off in search of
Mr.. Champion, the nearest magistrate.
These perceptions, assisted by brandy and
water, he and his wife had sal up, long past
the witching hour Of night -deliberating
on what line of conduct would be most, eff
ficacious in preserving the life of the unfor-
tunate MRS. Williams and the result Of
their deliberations was to fetch the justice,
and have the delinquent taken into custody
at the very dinner!table which, was intend
ed to be the scene of his crime. He has
ordered soup to-day for the first time he
thinks@he could so easily slip poison into
the liquid. There he goes, he looks like
"a man who has got something on his con-
SCIENCE pointing 70 Mr.. Williams, who
was walking up and down al his usual slow
pace. Two o'clock arrived, and with it, a
hack chaise: out Of it slept, sure enough.
a lady and gentleman. The landlady's
pity redoubled-such pretty young crea-
lure, not above nineteenl- see how it
is thought she, the old wretch is jealous
All efforts to catch her eye were in vain,
the dinner was ready. and down they sat.
The hostess of the White Hart looked al
ternately out of the window, like sister Ann.
to see if any was coming, and at the table
to see that nothing was doing. To her
dismay she observed the young lady lifting
spoonful of broth 10 her mouth! She
could restrain herself no longer; but CATCH
ing her hand, exclaimed, s'P oor dearinno-
cent, the soup is poisoned!' All started
from the table in confusion, which was
yet to be increased: hustle was heard in
the passage, in rushed whole party, two
Of whom, each catching an arm Of Mr..
Williams, pinioned him. down to his. seat.
am happy, Madam, said the little, bust
ling magistrate, ito have been, under
Heaven, the humble instrument ofpreserv-
ing your life from the nefarious designs Of
that disgrace 10 humanity Mr.. Cramp-
ton paused in consequence Of three wants
want Of words. breath and ideas. ~ 4
my life!' CALCULATED the astonished lady.
Yes, madam, the ways Of Providence
are inscrMable-the vain curiosity ofthree
idle women has been turned to good acc
count And the eloquent magistrate pro-
ceeded to detail the process Of inspection
to which the fatal letter had been subject
ed but when he came 10. the terrible
words We viii settle the matter to-mor-
row at dinner but am sorry you persist
in poisoning your wife, Tho was interrupt
ed By bursts of laughter from the gentle
man, from the injured wife, and even from
the prisoner himself. One fit Of merri-
ment was followed bylanother, I'LL il be-
came contagious, and the very constabley
began to laugh too.
Il can explain ALL at last interrupted
the visitor. Mr.. Williams came here fog
that quiet SO necessary for the labors of
genius; he is writing q mclodrama called
! NV Wife'-he submitted the last act to
me, and rather objectto the poisoning of
the heroine. This young lady is my daugh
ter. and we are ON our way to the sea-coast.
MI. Williams is only welded to the Muses.
Tie disconnected magistrate shook his
head and muttered something about thea
tres being very immoral. ss,
s.Quite mistaken. sir, said Mr.. Williams.
3 Our soup is cold but our worthy land
LADY, roasts fowls to a tnrn--we will have
them and the veal outlets up-you will stay
and dine with us--and, afterwards, I shall
be proud to read My Wife aloud, in the
hope of your approval. at least of you in
duigence.' Prom the Keepsake.
In the following anecdote Hogg tells a
monstrous big story, with al honest simpli-
CITY. that makes one laugh.
its good sign Of dog when big face
grows like his masters. It's proof he's
ave elowerin' up in his masters cen, to
discover what he's thinking on; and then,
without the word or waveAo' command, TO
he aft to execute the wull o. his silent
tbocht. whether il be TO wear sheep, or RON
doom deer. Hector got sac like me, 'afore
he deed, that remember when vas
owre law to gang to the kirk, used TO
send him TO tax my place 10 the pew; and
the minister never kent the difference
Indeed he ance asked me- next day, what
I thocht % the sermon; for be- saw me
wonderful attentive among rather sleepy
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