Litchfield enquirer., 1837-08-31
MY WIPES HISTORY.

sWhat angel of beauty was that, who smiled SO sweetiy aud familiarly on you from the carriage that just passed us, EIls- fnrd r said tO my old college friend with whom I was walking arm in arm along Market street, having just met him after an absence of three years us happy as a young girl before love makes her serious. sOh! that's my wife, .. s,.s
 Your wife We'll you are happy dog, Ellsford. Why, never heard that you were married.' 11 a.. But am though, and to an angel, as you say. truly, my friend,' and half per ceptible tear filled his eye, and smile played over his manly face. ... ..'.. sWhen were you marriedT Three weeks ago, and a happier man never lived than your old friend EllSford.' Truly she was lovely creature. My friend was man of most refined taste, uni- ted with high manly independence of feel ing, and all was purified and elevated by the most liberal education. Mrs. Ellsford was worthy of her husband. Her mind was but a gentle image of his own-a kind of soltened reflection.
 Their house soon became the most at- traclive spot io me in tie city, and most of my evenings were spent in their company. I was often led to remark the peculiar del- icacy and exquisite perception of the beau- tiful which distinguished the mind of my friends lovely companion. Between her soul and nature in its varied manifestations, there was sympathy which seemed almost to make part of the great whole of crea- tion.. To make her, shigll mountains were a felIing,' and the low bleahings of the summer with their wings of perfume the loud swell of the tempest--thc clear lake, as it held the blue sky in its crystal depths-the whisper of the playful stream, and the strong lash of the mighty river all had the power to charm her heart as l with the spell of an invisible spirit. And from nature her soul went up 10 natures God in pure devotions.
 IL is not necessary 10 the perfection of such character, that it should have no feeling in common with busy life. No: Caroline Ellsford was choice friend and an interesting companion. She was not vain dreamer, but one who understood the operations of her own mind, and who could control them. . .45.. A few brief years passed away, and the blight and the shadow fell upon my friends bower of peace. The angel of death came with his fearful summons, and the high minded EIlsford was no more. IL was three months after this sad event, that returned home from journey in the far vest and called to sec the widow of my early friend. found her as expect ed to find her-not paralyzed in mnd--but calm, and al :imes an almost cheerial ,nourner: She was guarded in her aliusions to her husband :; and only so, it seemed from the fact that experience had taught her that it were far better not to indulge in grief. But oh, what change had come ove. the spirit of her dream
 soon learned, to my great grief, that affairs wnh Ellsford had not been as pros porous as was supposed. His lovely widow was left with but bare pittance after his business was settled up--and she soon be- gan to feel great concern for her future sup port. In this dilemma she advertised ns teacher in private family, and notwith- standing my gentle but earnest remon- strance, accepted the place of governess in the family of Mrs. Dobbs.
 NIGSs DUUDS bdU SCbVSu uCI tbIC tb tuC kitchen, from which she had been elevated by MT. Dobbs, man whose ideas could comprehend little beyond the muliiplica- ton table. By degrees he succeeded in adding dollar to dollar, little careful of the means, until he became one of the most wealthy merchants of our city. His wife soon began to feel her consequence, espe- ciaIly as her husbands reputed wealth, and her own splendid coach and gaudy trap- pings introduced her into the best society. In few years, new edition of the Dobbs' became apparent, and as graceless set were not to be found in Charles street, from Faye,,e to Franklin.
 Emily. my dear.
 What Come, my love, want you What do you wantr
 ' want to introduce you to your new govcrness.'
 Is she cross, ma r and fat awkward girl of some eleven years old came rudely into the room, and made her way boldly and familiarly to where Mrs. Ellsford was sitting. 1
 'This, my dear, is-, what's your name ! forgot
 Mrs. Ellsford.'
 'No-not that, your first name.'
 sCaroline,' said she, half weeping, as thoughts of other days, and of her high minded and honorcd husband came over her.
 Well, Caroline, this is Miss Emma-I want you to take particular care of her man rn.e sha :. o.,;,a ,,nlishad s,n,u ;0dood