Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1847-11-18

Inc squire sat looking over MS feposltO>
ries, he started TO sec before hims little
crooked old woman in an oil>nu, colored
woollen frock, blue and white tow an,s
linen apron..and striped blanket, leaning
her sharp pinched face on one hand,
while the other supported short black
tobacco pipe, at which she was putting
IN the most vehement and spiteful man
ner Mmagina hle,' smok Jag being common
with elderly ladies in New England, as.
they say, ii is beginning to be with young
ones in the Old country Aunt Morse.
sto,ed her errand 10 be- to Sc that her
property went to the righ,ful owner
The Squire promised everything The
ghost nodded her head approvingly, and
knocking the ashes out Of her pipe a.
gains' the chimney, proceeded to fill a.
new with handful Of tobacco from her
side pocket And now SQUIRE she
said, If you'll just ligh, my pipe for me,
I'll be going In fear and trembling
obeyrd. Aunt Morse drew two or threw
preliminary whiffs to see that all was
right, pulled her blanket over her head
and slowly hob Died out a, the door, van
ishiEg literally 10 smoke. The will was
found, and the Squire, sadder and
wiser man, remained undis,urbed for
life.
Fairies, too, figure little in Mr., Whit,
tiers book-brought in, as he historical>
ly informs us,along with potatoes, by the
Irish Presbyterians who settled in New
Hampshire abou; the year l720.' About
fifty years ago they made their final ap>
pearance and disappeared in and from
that state in rather suspicious fashion.
Bonitace and his wife set up "a roadside
1 hosiery in New ampshire--,hey were
Of Milesian origin, and with out any ami
| able feature 10 their characters, 50 tina,
the thirstiest tcamste,s and drovers re.
fused 10 paHonise their bar. All of a
sudden, just when the house, materially.
as well a. 80. aA..spiiE was ia ling into
decay, il hurst forth into the receipt Of
unexpected custom. II had gJt abroad
I that party OF fairies had pitched their
tents in the inn, aud held daily audible
talk in its parlor,-an enormous attract
ion,' if at that time there were any such!
Unluckily,the supernatural visitnnts talks
ed in Yankee Irish dialect, which with
other strange circumsta lces aroused sus-
pcion, until, at last, certain rude fellows
from the Bay Stale, pulled away a board
from the ceiling~and disclosed to view
the fairies in the shape alas OF the
landlady's three s:a,terniy daugh,ers.'-
But thinks Mr. Whittier, 'lhe reader who
has any degree Of that charity which
thinSelh no evil,' will rather credit the
statement of the fairies OF themselves, MS
reported by the mistress of the house /;
tina, they were tired ofthe new country,
and he'd no peace ofiheir lives among the
Yankees, and were going back to ouId
Ireland, when, if 'slutternly daughters
be the shape they assume, we fear they
still survive in Improbable proportion.
Contracts with the Prince Of Darkn' IS
still linger IN the memoirs Of the New
England people--a hard race for even
him 10 oulwit. Thus General M OF
Hampton, N H. had got a promise from
the Arch-enemy that he should be furn-
ished with boo,ful of gold and silver
poured annually down the chimney {;
what was the valuable consideration
as The English lawyers say, to be given
in return nowhere appears. When the
time .carne for the fulfil ment ION the dew
lis parl;] of the bargain. what did the
astute Yankee do. but cut of the foot Of the
boot, SO that the Demon up-atop had fill
ed the room with the precious metal, be
fore he found out the trick that was be-
ing played upon him. But he had his
revenge. For soon after the Generals
house was burn, down, probably by the
application of Lmeifer-match and in
deed, when he came 10 die and was put
in his c. fin, II WIS whispered about
that his body was missing; and the neigh
bors came to the conclusion that the en-
envy had got his own at last O., COM
ing 10 a graver matter, graveIy, and al
we think finely handled, let the reader
take the following little incideni,--o
which Mr. Whittier says, i have reat
many similar stories, hat this may serve
as a sample of all.'--
; whoever has seen Green Pond, In The
. east parish of Haverhill, has seen one o
, the very loveliest of the thousand LITTLE
lakes or ponds OF New England Will
: its soft slopes of greenes: verdure iii
, white and sparkling sand-rin'-its south
ern hem of pine and maple;mirrored, will
spray and leaf 10 the CLASSY waier--il'
, graceful hill-sentinsls round about white
with the orcaard-bloom OF spring. Of