Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1841-10-21

Will make a lively couple, he thirteen and
| she ehCen, and they conversing with as
much interest and freedom as If they both
were twenty = size laid her book aside for
a moment, aud snberly exclaimed-' Well
l wonder what this world is coming io?
Fhc little lovers we're completely thrown
off The track Of their le,e-a-re,e, for it was
evident that The surprise of Helen's mother
had arisen from their conversation, and her
movement had too mach meaning in it for
them to be mistaken. Miss Helen looked
at her mother with fearful frown, and Mr..
George Kingston shrugged up his shoulders
and looked towards his hat. Discretion on
his part was doubtless the better pa:t OF
valor: ..... &c.,.
For he that loves and runs away, ..
| ',. May live to love another day.
And after he had fourished his silver
mounted cane, and pulled his watch from
his pocket, and adjusted his stock and col
lar, he arose to take his departure
Miss Helen, after saying he need not be
in hnrry-it is not hate, and so on, seized
upon The only light in the room to ilun,i-
nate the dark hall which Mr.. George Kings.
ton was necessarily obliged to pass through
to reach the street door, and away they
walked, leaving Mrs. Henderson in total
darkness, where she waited until she was
tired, for the return of Miss Helen, with
The Tight, and then followed to the door to
ascertain what The loving couple were about
and they being so thoroughly absorbed in
the ecs,acy of affection, did not discover
that she was looking at them, until she had
seen Mr.. Kingston kiss Helen several
a., liz Il.
she was reclining very afgectionately upon
his shoulder, when the eyes Of the young
swain ehnnced to- raise upwards, and en-
counteTed the gaze Of the asionishcd moth
er. IL was needless to say that Mr.. George
Kingston scampered off at pretty consid-
cradle gait, aud Miss Helen returned NOR.
| liied to the sitting room, where her mother
having reached before her, was waiting
will, a ,fne pair Of cat o. nine tails which
she put into operation to the no little dis
com6ture Of the young LADY, arrangements.
| The poor child thought it hard that she
should be so treated for being in love, and
as to the kisses-why she imagined they
were perfectly in place. The mother
thought otherwise, and from that time forth
Miss Helen was forced TO retire to bed at
eight O'Clock. ss5v ,7.a. .e.- u
'MHford Bard. I've know the unfor-
tunate subject Of this article. Pea years
age he was the cenire' Of the most brilliant
circle IF his nas;vs esAs~ degraded
drunkard, he is thrust into the society of
alms-house paupers !! His tory is soon told.
He was young, rich, and generous; pos
sessing those strong impulses Which form
the foun,ain-hea Of the silver stream Of
puesy, his life was one continued strain Of
music-one long vibration on the goldea
harp Of love. "Then came the curse of
by-gone years." IN the rich halls Of Fame
there glided in noseless beauty "a creature
of heavenly brightness. The old tale ~
the poet adored the spirit Of his soul, and
she looked on her worshipper with the cold
dull eye of pride. Few Of US are blessed
" i,h the moral courage to survive disap-
poin,ment like this; and madly we fly to
the dark waters Of Lethe, even though they
drown but for single momen, the burning
thoughts which press their scorpion s'ings
into the brain. Far be it from us to advo-
cate the cause Of Intemperance, but even
while we deprecate, we must lock with pi-
| " upon those who have been sMitten with
the plague-spot Of this horrid vice. BlindIy
he dashcs on, reckless of the Future, and
forgetting in his delirium the green old days
passed in the sunshine Of youth. He was
then the broken-h hearted Dian-the notes Of
his once rich song aoated upon the ear like
The sighs If "a wounded spirit at the gate Of
Heaven. The object OF his early love is
married. With a glazed eye and faded
hope he sees the last plank torn from his
grasp, and hears tho livid waters of death
eureling in his ear. Then comes madness,
and the poet revels in the splendor of a To-
rid hell. The dream is ever; he has pas
sed through the altar Of fire into Bael but
lle is scatbed-scaIhed to the quick Step
by step he walks on 4" perdiiion, and one
bv one his friends desert him. Still he
cines to her niemOry--.Still the sweet sad
song If the Past is borne upon the dark
wave Of Sorrow. ....
Some Two years ago anrattempt was made
by soa,e Of his friends TO endeav0r, il pos
sible, to save him from utter degradation,
by placing him for a voluntary period in
The Baltimore jail. called one evening
to see him he WAS gay ard cheerful but
happiness Was the thin upper crust Of his
feelings There was one sentence which
I never can forget. 1t was late, and the
tailor informed Bse that Mr.. - was RAJ
Iher unwell, land was about retiring to rest.
Yielding 10 my opportunities, however, he
led the way TO his apartment. Peeping
through the key hole, saw him engaged
in pray er his hands were raised in mute
suppiieation, and tears were rolling down
bis cheek. Men call me a drnnkard