Litchfield enquirer., 1842-02-10

But, my dear uncle, have sent her away. Nobody shall sligh, you in my house, so ] have sent her away ,.,.,
 Hugh y said deaf uncle Jeff.
 The little old maids eyes were drown ed with tears-whatever poets may say in rhyme Of the superlariveness of the beauty of bloodshot orbs, and their red curtains, and all that, we have always been accus- toned to consider those sort of things amazingly unbecoming. But it happened that our little heroine forgot to consult her looking glass upon the occasion, and conSe- quenly her eyes became something like the Red Sea. The poor little body, how ever, proceeded as expeditiously as might be to lay her scaHty wardrobe as straightly as possible in wooden box, which was both small enough and large enough; to collect her needles and her knitting; a few letters carefully tied mp with piece of fad ed red rband, the dates of which proved chronologcaly that the paper had been made full twenty years ago, all of them written in neat masculine hand, like that of school usher, and dated as many years back /; to look very particularly at and sigh over little sandy hair to stroke her fa- vorite pussy for the last time and then to take her clogs, her rcticule, and her um- brclla to look at an old summer-house to gather two or three leaves from an old tree and then to pass through those in- hospitable doors into the wide, bleak and cold world, alonc-alone.
 There are some hearts like some vegeta- blcs-they take root any where, no matter how nnfavorable the soil, or how blghting the atmosphere. Thus it was with the lit- tie old maid. In spite of derision, and scorn, and buHeling,her feelings had grown to the inanimate stone walls that surround ed her, simply because they had nothing else to cling to; and if the mere impulses of loving nature could thus attach her to repelling and rerulsive objects, how ten- derly might she have loved what was truly Ioveable
 Poor Fanny Carr, with the liberal. largo, and inexhaustible sum of somewhere about five shillings in her pocket, looked mental ly round for shelter for her head, and hav- ing bethought herself of one of Mrs. Po- kenham's discarded servants, who had married and settled, determined upon seek ing shelter there. In a little cottage by the roadside, as clean as those dear cottages of England ever are, with a neatly trimmed garden without, luxuriant in summer blossomings, and with the whtest of white curtains within, and the reddest of rcd floors, and 1 ii'n h";eh.~ss uf round tables. aud the most resplendent of fire places, sat the I:ttle old maid, dressed as neatly as if fairy hands lad been her lrewoman, and working at her needle as bli,hely as birds perform their daily task of singing. What though her five shillings were very nearly exhausted, she could earn almost sixpencc day, and that was independence, and independence was happiness.
 There came a great dust whilst the little old maid was thus deving for happiness and sxpence day, and noise of carriage wheels; and, looking up to see what nigh, be coming, she saw plain, respectable, grave, steady, brown-visaged carriage and pair, with a coachman in brown livery be- fore and servant in brown livery seated in tle box behind, and To and behold, it stopped at ,he very cottage-door where she wa. working; aud so the little old maid jumped up and threw down her cotton and her scissors, and hastened to tell them that i, vas ali a mistake, when, to her parieu- larastonishment, she saw deaf uncle Jcffcry getting down the steps, and walking across tn, cottage garden, and coming in at the dor. And having gone thus far, the deaf on gentleman took hold of her dminutive hand in his great gigantic paw, and gave ii asqueeze, which almost made the little old nt,id cry out, which, however, she did not b, for ladies of all sizes very seldom cry Mt at d squeeze of the hand, generally learing that sort of pain very philosophical y, and then uncle Jeffery proceeded 10 ~ iraw one of the brightly wooden botto,ncd chairs to himself, for his own particular use, aud to sit downuponit it close to Ihe little old maid.
 q hope you are well, MT. Jef1cry,' shouted the old maid it is very kind of you to come and see mo, hope you are well.'
 sQuite well, thank you,' replied uncle JefIery, 'and now tel what you think has brough. me 10 see you!
 'Perhaps,' said the little old maid, CO., loring slightly with lhs remains of we'll whipped. well-wornduwE, well-subdued ( pride, .perhaps you wanted me 10 do some l plain work for you, Nr. Jcffery. lam ,a- king in plain work q
 'You need nst sp'ak so loud, my dear,' [ said deaf uncle Jeff you know you will l tire yourself, you wi exhaust yourseH.' -
 sOh, MT. Jeaep ? said the liIlle old maid, the fears running into her eyes Oh, Mir. JeAery, pray believe that l never | ,..~,,,l.;c.d ,,ov ayr even felt if a irnuhIe