Litchfield enquirer., 1837-07-20

| brightness of her smile. She is the pride and ornament of his hospitality, and the gentle nurse of his sickness, and the con- stant agent in those nameless, numberless acts of kindness, which one chiefly cares to have rendered because they are all unpre- tending, but all expressive proofs of love. And then what cheerful sharer is she, and what an able lightcner of mothers care what an ever present delight and triumph fo a mothers affection! Oh. how little do thoso daughters know of the power which God has committed to them, and the hap- piness God would have them to enjoy, who do not, every time that parents eye rests on them, bring raptures to a parents heart. A true love will almost certainly always greet their approaching steps. That they will hardly alienate. But their ambition should be not to have it love merely, which feelings implanted by nature excites but one made intense, and overdowing by appreciation of worthy conduct; and she is strangely blind to her own happiness, as we'll as undu,iful to them to whom she owes the most, in whom the perpetual appeals of parental disinterestedness do not call forth the prompt and full echo of 6lial de- votion.-Schenectady Reflector.
 Domestic Scenes in the West.-Z Tom Tososoa's Story.-Tom Towson was tel ling me story the other day about the way he was first introduced to his present wife, Col. Ridgely's daughter. Now can't tell it as well as Tom told it to me, but will tell it as well as can.
 Tom, you see, was poor, and had but sorry education, but he was very quick to learn, and some said Tom had the clearesr head in the country. Tom lived on Pow erty Plantation, as he called it, with old widow Towson, his mother, and the farm, which was small, was all they had between them. The fact is, Tom was handsome fellow in homespun or broadcloth. One cloudy afternoon Tom went down into Sil- yer Valley to see old Ridgely about di- vision line on Joe Gihson's plat of Poverty Plantation.
 A storm came on just as he drew up op- posite Col. Ridgely's lane gate. Ridgely was proud old chap-rch too-and re- port said that his daughter Lucy was "al- mighty" handsome. Now Lucy had been brought up in the best of style, and was high lady in the neighborhood. Some said that she had refused several capital offers, but that's neither here nor there, as Tom, you know, could not think of her.
 Well, the storm ragged, and in rides Tom -hooks his horse to an apple tree-goes up the wide steps, and ends with a loud knock at the door. Jim Squirrel opened the door, an old negro, who had carried water to Toms father when he (Tom's father) craded in Ridgely's green fields. "The Colonel in?"
 "Yes, sir, come in," was the ready re- sponse.
 Tom was led into large old fashioned parlor where he found the Colonel reading, his wife sewing, and his daughter writing. The old man nodded without rising, and told Tom to sit down; while the old lady very reservedly drew her chair closer to the wall. Tom felt a little curious. The glances at him, which made him feel still more curious. He made so many blunders it telling his business, that kind of smile began to show itself upon the faces of all in the room, which encouraged Tom, who instantly recovered his self-possession, and added to their mirth by many intentional errors and oddities.
 Colonel" said Tom, " it is quite out l of the question for us to settle this now"
 "Why so?" inquired tho Colonel.
 con account of your daughter Sir2'' replied Tom.
 "My daughter 2" returned the Colonel, astonished, "pray what has she to do with it?"
 Why" added Tom, she has knock ed me into cooked hat with those black eyes of hers"
 The old lady drew up, although she could not suppress a smile, while the daugh- ter blushed, in spite of hor attempts to laugh contemptuously. As for the old Colonel he was so astonished at Toms impudence, that for while he lost the use ofhs tongue. They all looked at Tom in silence, and in the meantime they remarked his fine figure, high forehead, and intelligent eye; while the irresistible good humor -of his counte- nance, entirely disarmed the Colonel, who burst ou, with a hearty laugh at Lucy Miss Lucy curled her sweet lip into sort of good humored scorn, and hastily with drew.
 The next thing we see, is Tom in his homespun, seated at the supper table, de- lighting the Colonel with his droll stories, complmentng the daughter, aud fattering the old lady. The old lady put plenty of sugar in Toms tea. and Miss Lucy was a fnl! half hour in drinking one cup.
 Tom took leave shortly after supper.
 Hang the fellow !'' cried the old man as Tom rode out into the lane, and tears of