Litchfield enquirer., 1842-12-01
From ike ". Y. Washingtonisn. THE BACKSLTDER.

~SsA1Seo siding in - County, New York, He had
 been blessed with health, fortune and friends. and most interesting family. But John, aa he waxed in importance, waxed in ambition, and he set his eye on magistracy--which by death had become vacant. Now, Johns
 with his wealth and friends obtained the dig nily, and there was great rejoicing in lho homestead of the jolly farmer. The office of course brought many to his house, and
 with the visitors came much talk-consider- able execution on the beer tankard and whis-
 key bottle, and with the beer tankatd and whiskey bottle, some how or other, the cropa were not quite so plentiful and the wagon gear did not look so neat, and perceptibl~ change came over Grassdale for such wns the name of the Justices farm. And 60 things went on-trying causes-courtiDg the tankard and neglecting the fields. In a few years John had acquired A ponAersss'v ---re@ INArh,bie even for naglstr0te-an0 his nose had put on that interesting and modest color called red. John was now what was called fuH-and the neighbors began to wink and smile when the Justice's name was men. toned. Ten years rolled away and JohR was what is politely called always wonder- fully merry-but which we are SO blunt aI half cultivated and that badly-for the sons had also taken an atniable liking to the tan- kard-the barn had lost its door-the blows were all oat of order. and the cattle display@ ed a most sovereign contempt for the shatter. ed fences:
 To use an expressive, although not court ly phrase, the worthy John Somers, Esuuire. Farmer, and Justice of the Peace of the so- vereign state of New York, was going to de. struction with the velocity of locomotive--S Now t unfortunately happened that no mats ter how much folks like to drink liquor themselves they seem to think it not exactly a proper fluid tor a justice-especially whe1 he is known only to apply by accident to that ancient commodity waler-and the venerable John lost his office. He could
 not at first believe the truth of his superss- dence. 1t fell upon him like bolt of thuu:
 der in a clear summer day, and he did noe visit the tankard for twenty. -four hours.-, This enabled him to get comparatively sO-
 Der, and without saying word, John sad. died his favorite horse, rode oil at . full gals Iop to the nearest town, and signed the tom.
 pe:ance pledge. In six months the old farm
 had put on new suit of the most gorgeous emerald, and looked like a sober Irishmak on St. Patricks day.
 John fell sick. He had always evinced ( disgust toward the medical profession- sing as it was naccountable-and now iR his extremity he was willing to take tho ad. vice of any one, who did not prefix to his name. the sonorous title of doctor. The honorable giver of advice was no lsss per: sonnge than William Porter or roaring Bill,s as he was euphoniously called by his affec- tionate companions. Bill felt the patients' pulse-looked knowing g-smelt the stopper of @ whiskey bottle, which he carried by way of company fn hts pocket; told him that his complaint was the srheum0tis.' and pYe. scribed that mighty panacea-burnt brandy. The dose proving very paldlablA was takctR even oflener than roaring Bill had prescri-
 bed. Either the brandy or nature, we will not pretend to decide. effected cure, and thd farmer again visited his fields and felt welt
 man. The tankard and whiskey botsl6
 were drawn from those retreats where they
 had 'blushed unseen.' and once more bes come the cares of the homestead. JOhk
 seemed awfuiIy afraid of the rheumatis and
 naturally applied to roaring Bills panacea while that worthy seemed to think that hS
 could not do better than to aid his patients
 by setting himself an example of fortitude iR
 swallowing tks medicine.
 The crops next year fell of, the fences
 looked like broken phalanxes of the mili,ios and ruin was written legibly on tho face of Grassdale. A few years told the story.- Old John slumbers in corner of his farrs- tho boys arc the idlers around tho S,aa'a Head. the lowest rum-shop in ---.-z:.: |: the plantation has passed into other hands. and
 roaring Bill is. still practising without . Ii. cense from the university of New YOrk. for which he amiabiy says. he 'don's eore 6e,.s The moral ofour sketch can easily be Gssn.
 A B"T'f Up-A young lady named BstsSy Anns recently went to ball with bladder dGhtiy blOwsa
 up ior buStls gentleman accidentally ran asaiust
 her and busst the bladder. restoring her chaotic mrE .o ks usual proportions. The report waa hsard alt