Litchfield enquirer., 1845-05-08
WIFE WORTH HAVING.

ss. ssshs more sl,e was numbered with she dead Her Se,th led him to leave the country where he ,-.s;ssi- and move to Richmond, where he sOoC rose 10 istinction But his habits hung about him au8 occasionally he was found with jolly and troll icsome spirits in bachanallan reveiry. His truS Ss;ends expostulaled with him, to convince him o inc injury he was doing himself But he still per. sisted. lis practice began to fall ofE. and many looked upon him as on the sure road to ruin. He was advised to get married, with Q view of cor roct;nU his habits. This he consented, to do, fl the right person offered. He accordingly paid his addresses to Miss Gamble Alter some months attentions, he asked her hand in marriage. She replied:
 fertions for some time back, and should have giv- en you to understand that your visits and atten- lions were not acceptable, had I notrecipFocated the affection which you evinced for me. But cannot yield my assent until you make pledge never to taste, touch or handle any Intoxicating drinks" ,.
 This reply to Mir. Wirt was as unexpected as it was novel. His reply was, that he regarded the proposition as bar to all further consideration on inc subject, and left her. Her course to hun was fhe same as eyer-his, resentment and neglect.- In the course of few weeks, he went again, and again solicited her hand. But her reply was, her mind was made up. He became indignant and re. garded the terms proposed as insulting to his hon. or. and ayowed it should be the last meeting they should ever have He took to drinking worse and worse, and seemed to run headlong to ruis.
 One day, while lying in the outskirts of the city, near little grocery or grog-shop, dead drunk, young lady who it is not necessary to name, ,,was passing that way to her home, not far off, beheld him with his face upturned to the rays of scorch- ing sun. She took her handkerchief, with her own name upon 1t, and placed 1t over his face. Af- ter he had remained in that way for some hours, he was awakened and his thirst being so great. he went into the little grocery or grog shop to get drink, when he discovered the handkerchief, which he looked at, and the name that was on 1t. After pausing few minutes, he exclaimed !-
 "Great God! who left this with me! Who placed tt on my face'" No one knew. He drop ped his glass, exclaiming:-
 Enough! Enough!"
 He retired instantly from the grocery, forget ting his thirst, but not the debauch, the handker- chief or the lady--vowing, if God gave him strength never to touch, taste or handle intoxica- aing drinks m ss
 To meet Miss G. was the hardest effort of his life. If he met her in her carriage or on foot, he would dodge the nearest corner. She at last addressed him note under her own hand, inviting him to the house, which he finally gathered cour- age enough to accept. He told her if she still bore affection for him, he would agree to her own terms. Her reply was: ob tss "My conditions now are what they ever have been." f ,g@ "Then," said the disenthralled Wirt, ' ac- cept them" saiF 5ttsss
 They were soon married, and from that day he kept his word, and affairs frightened, while hon CTS and glory gathered thick upon his brow. Hi name has been enrolled high in the temple of fame while his deeds, the patriotism and renown, liv after him with imperishable lurtre. How man. noble minds might the young ladies save, if the would follow the example of the heroine-hearte Miss G., the friend of humanity, of her country and the relative of Lafayette. .S. c. .adUocate.
 TVoman's Love is sad that the only persol that shares the captivity of Santa Anna, in tn cold and gloomy prison of Perote, is his young an beautiful wife, who by a thousand little acts ( kindness and affection, soothes his sorrows an renders less irksome the horrors of his priso house. How mysterious is women's love, ant what depths of feeling are hidden in the secre recesses of her affection. a5 eh
 The troops of parasites who fattened upon hi bounty, and were loud in their viras.' to his hon or in the noon tide of his power, have forgotten their benefactor in the night of his diversity ant cry death to the tyrant!" But his affectionatt wife clings closely 10 his bosom, the the dark ness gathers round him; and by her presence ant her smiles, lightens up the gloom of his drear, abode. "Honor to woman !"
 
 Money Digging, ,--The Hampton Post tells funny story about the jaior at Springfield, wh' was persuaded, by negro in prison,o to take hin to Westheld, where he the negro, had concealed lsrge amount of treasure. They,went in the night dug in two or three places, of course to no effect and at length come to place where the negr measured off given distance from certain tree and striking his spade into the ground, exclaime in tone of triumph, Here it is. ain't mista Ian hia nn fotRn off nV ham cuffs, Boss Day, and I'll show you somethinI worth looking at" The hand-cufs were removed rnd in an instant, instead of feastng his eyes ol sparkling gems and uncounted treasures, Mr. de putty Day found himself lying upon his back an surveying the stars. When he regained his feet there was the spade, there the hand.cufa. an, there too stood deputy Day, but the prisoner ha ned leaving his old hat as security for his return The deputy returned to Springfield wiser mar
 Boston Post.
 Dreadful Accident on the Lo,ceH Railroad We learn from Mir. Fray, of the Lowell Expres dhat a man was killed on the Lowell Railroad th morning, about two miles from the city, havin been run over by the II o'clock train, going up.- The man was walking towards Lowell on the le hand track, and seeing a merchandise train con ing down, stepped on tothe other, track, not pei ceiying that the passenger train was immediatel behind him, going up, and supposing, as IS prest med, that the bell and noise of both engines prs ceeded from the merchandise train. The passer ger train struck him, knocked him across thelrail and ran over him, cutting his arm nearly.of an his body almost in two, and of course killing hi, instantly. He was well.dressed man, of respes table appearance, probably alaboring man, and supposed from some papers found in his pocket te named Valentine Hill, and to belong to tn eastward. Abont 50 dollars in his pocket.--BoI ton 1raseilsr of Friday. taa,t4
 It seems that the ss Old Hero'' at the Hermitag took even in greater dudgeon than we supposed the offer of Com. Elliot to put him in old Seyeru sarcophagus. A correspondent of the Cleyelan