Litchfield enquirer., 1834-02-06
No. 36.-WnoLE No. s99.

wings m the transparent element beneath; ever and anon as they crossed our path, followed in our wake ,and skinned past our stately ship, tiiey looked, and they scream- ed, as if anxious to know the meaning of this dance of death.
 Our crew and our passengers, ,eighty-flve in number, were all ou deck, uncovered-- all watching with intense interest, the orr der and systematic preparations of the sea- men. The body was tightly stitched up in. white sheet, (not spot of skin appeaT- ing,) then fastened to a plank and heavy stone appended to the feet; the end of the plank, with the feet towards the sea, was now placed on the bulwarks, abont mid- ships. The end where the head rested, was supported by the carpenter and his mate. All things being ready, the captain on the right, and on the left of the minis ter, the beautiful service for the dead com menced--'T am the Resurrection, and tho Life,s &5c.--in tho full toned, solemn, and clear accent of a regular bred Yorkshire Parson--the various and intense feelings depicted in the faces of the motley group, as they eyed tte cloth that hid the lifeless clay--tle wild screams of the milk-wlSite sea fowl, descending and ascending in quick succession, forced on the mind the thought of Guardian Angels, ready to convey some ransomed soul to worlds of Light. We were 14OO miles from land, suspended, as it were, between heaven and the Great Deep. When inc minister came 10 the words, we Commit the Body to the Deep. --I sung out Launch the Corpse Ina moment it was sinking in the mighty wa tefs. Lord, what is man. exclaimed each thinking soul. We seemed pausing alone on the brink of eternity, but the eye of Omnipotence was there. In the clear waters of the Atlantic we could sec the whte object sink, perhaps some hundred feet; in a few moments more, the rags of the flesh, with the strips of the winding sheet. were probably lodged in some mon- ster's jaws. To commit body to the earth seems like cancelling debt of natures; but though the flesh be ss cold as the mar ble of Siberia, there is something rcyolting to The feelings, when human carcase is. sunk in the cold green sea. But this sea must give up the dead that are in her.
 Qaick Business.--Mr. Samuel Peterson, a clever, good natured, widowed Dutch- man. aged 70, from New-Jersey, came in town day before yesterday for the purpose of procuring house keeper. He applied to the Intelligence Office in Chambers street, aud was soon furnished with tidy looking widow lady, aged about 59. The old man was very much pleased, paid his intelligence fee,' and conducted his house keeper to the Rail-road House, from whence he intended to embark for New Jersey. They were shown into room in the inn. where ihe old gentleman, calling for pipe of tobacco, seated himself on u sofa, and began to cast sheep's eyes at the lady, who had taken her position on ,t chair nearly opposite to kim After re- maining in silent mood,' for some ten or fifteen minutes, the old man oarelessly remarked, Wal den I tnk dis plan of house keeping ish not very good plan.' II too,' said the lady. 'l tink it dosh give
 people great chance 10 tell bad stories,' continued the old man, knocking the ashes from his pipe. l too,' replied the house keeper.' F had much rather De. married,' said the old man, striking the pipe across the arm of the sofa with a force which sent the bowl, and part of the stem 10 the oif-
 CT side of the room. l too,' returned the
 lady. Wo did not learn the rest of the
 conversation; but about .sundown the old
 gentleman sent us tho following:
 MartisH-On ,iicf l6ti. by the Rev. Mr. John Pow
 CT, Mir. Samuel Peterson, of Kingston, N J. 10 Mrs. | Sophia Griffin, of this ciiy.-N r. Stn. ss l Nym and ths Eootpad.-Corporal Nym clings to the cash (when he gets any) like paragraphist 10 Il shocking accident,' or broker to his premium The other day while travelling from Boston to Lowell, he was stopped by a footpad, who demanded his money, in the politest terms imaginable.
 My dear sir quoth tho corporal, you arc barking up the wrong sapling. You don't know me presume.'
 II have not the lionor.'
 Well then am prinior'
 The footpad was of. D--d dry pick l ing then, know !'-Lo,0eU Joaraat. Rainy day Chat.-' o father. what does l the printing man always say WE fofi I .Why, my son, he means himself and l the devi--every printer is in league with
 the black art; which is very natural, you know. if the devil and doctor Fanstus in
 vented it and first set up the partnership
 sHuw funny you are, faIher--I thought l L .o:J ,v. harausa aha fpff ne h;o ne t,,s,