Litchfield enquirer., 1842-02-03

JeueFy was really IO0Hlhg Iul twenty years younger than when she last saw him.
 Dear uncle Jcfrery how kind of you to come and see us how delighted ! am to receive you into the bosom ofmy affection- ate family! My dear Mr. Pokenham will be as much rejoiced to find you among us And all my darling children have been so anxious to welcome you, that they could neither eat, drink, nor sleep, for thinking and talking about you. But pray take care "f tho steps-they are SD slanting, and slippery, and dangerous-net that you are in the least infrm, but myself had an awkward slip from them one day. Why, how well you are looking yo" must be growing younger every day. l declare you look more juvenile than any of us.- Daniel-Humphrcy-call the servant to take your uncle's luggage. My dear un- cle, ] cannot think of such thing as your carrying your own luggage. Daniel 1! Humphrey call somebody. There, can't you take it yourselves? My dear uncle Jeffcrv, pray wait till servant can come. Daniel Humphrey! why don't you move2'
 Daniel and Humphrey stood with their hands in their pockets, staring very cor- i temp,ously as the cross-grained old gentle man took up small hair trunk and leather hat-box in his hands, and, under the run ming cannonadc of Mrs. Pukenham's speech, proceeded to ascend the flight of steps, taking as little notice of the lady proprietress of the mansion as though he had heard her not, whcl, supposi,ious case appeared to be pretty nearly the true one, as on their entrance into the parlor, the mor"se old gentleman, laying his luggage very deliberately on the floor, proceeded to draw from the depths of his capacious pocket very serious looking ear-horn, which having adjusted to his ear, he turned sour look upon Mrs. Pokenham, and for the first time opened his lips. Well, ma'am, told you I'd come some time or other, and I'm here.' Had all Mrs. Pokenham's energy and el- oqucnce gone for nothing2 Had it all been wasted on deaf old man, who had not been able 10 hear a syllable of her mellihuous accents was it all to do over again, and that too to the detriment of her lungs, at the top of her breath Yes, seemingly SO, and accordingly the poor hard-worked lady began again shouting as loud as possible.
 My dear uncle Jeffrey, we are all de- lighted to see you, aad booking so well- younger than ever.'
 Hey! wha;2'
 We are all 50 glad to see you! You are looking so well 7 shouted Mrs. Poken- ham. growing very red in the face.
 Do you think look well, then y said the cross old gentleman. -s..
 o charmingly. Twenty years young CT than when last saw you.'
 Hey, what?'
 You are looking so much better than you did some time back. Nobody would believe that you were the same person. l am sorry, however, to see that you are rather dull Of hearing
 Dull of what r asked uncle Jeff.
 "A little deaf,' shouted Mrs. Pokrnhan,. of stupid people. l should like to know who told you was deaf! parcel of ig- norant peoplc'
 O, see tha, it was all mistake, only thought that perhaps ycu had got little culd-no,hing more, nothing morc,' shout- ed Mrs. Pokenhan.
 'I'm no more deaf than you are!' said the sour visaged gentleman.
 No, no, uncle, l see that you are not. I don't know what could be thinking of, , said poor Mrs. Pokenhahn, whose lungs be- gan to complain at being put into such se- we're requisi,ion. Bot now, uncle, take the easy chair-it is such an easy onc-we got it on purpose for you.' Il don't want your easy chair ! any chair is easy to a healthy man like me. What 1! l suppose you think l am getting old r
 o no, dear uncle Jeffery: you look full twenty years younger than when saw you last. Here Fanny Carr, do take these slippers and this dressing gown away. I don't know who could have thought of treating my dear uncle Jef1ery as if he were old or invallided. Pray, Fanny Carr, do move this foo. stool, and wheel this great unwielJy chair away The little old maid drew near much as if she had been little mouse approaching a lion, and proceeded to dO as she was bid with one of the most frightened airs in the world. The great cross man h"eksd down like colossal statue on the diminutivc lit- lle thing who was thus called upon to wait upon his high migminess.
 Wont you go near the fire, uncle Jef1e- " ! it was made on purpose for you: we thought you might be cold shouted Mrs. POkenham.
 Gold P sneered uncle Jeffs unbutton- ing his coat.
 Do open the window, Fanny Carr, my uncle Jeifery will be sufiocated.' Il wish you'd let the window be-and me tOo' crowded uncle JeH.