Litchfield enquirer., 1848-01-27


 sympathy. The bitter words we had spo- ken must always remain a barrier between our hearts. The ruggedest remnant of common sense would have taught me that we had quarreled only because we were "a little lower than the angels ; that Kate was under the same cloud that shrouded me. and that quick return, one kiss, one werd of love, would heal the wound forever. ..- -
 But it is not permitted that love and common sense shall dwell together in mems brains, so held my course, gloomily think ing of all that had chanced since I travels ed that road before of the new wishes. and pleacures, and hopes that had sprung ur in my heart, and of the sudden storm that had blasted them all.
 Turn back, dear reader, with those thoughts of mine, pray thee:
 Just before the Indian summer, my good friend, Frank Russell, had promised me a fortnight's shooting in the Old Colony for thus fondly do the good people of Plym< onth name their weather>worn county, We were to visit his uncle, the Colonel, and much he boasted to my willing ear of the, old gensleman's hospitality. Something there was, too, in praise of his cousin Kate's beauty. bu, that I minded less. .......-
 We were nearly ready for our journey. when suddenly Satan or Menus, or some other of the subterranians, crazed Franks governor with the vain hope that his son might make something in the world, if cut loose from his old negotiations. Speedily to coin this into reality, he shipped poor Frank, unwarned, without one farewell call, or parting supper, to New York, there, from the bad eminence of a stool in Front street, to wing his flight to usefulness, distinction and plum. tr.o
 Twas not to be baulked of my sport, and a day or tive after Franks disappearance. I mounted the Plymouth stage, beside Ben Stebbins, the driver, and started down the road at the decent rate of six miles an hour.
 Speed is reckoned by miles and minutes on that route, nowadays; bat the "way of ffe' was then pleasant walk-not steeple chasse that steam has made it since. Sens ible people were laughing at the vagaries of madcap fellow, named Fulton, who pre- tended to have made boat move without oar or sail. Old sea dogs wagged their heads. and reckoned that she went down the stream.
 We pay dearly for these new inventions that men find out, and, for steam, we have bartered away race ofgreat souled men, yclept stage drivers; universal plilanthro- pists, different in mark and number from those ol our days men whose hearts had no opportunity to close, whose daily busi> ness it was to ride chatting and' laughing, stealing secret kisses, leaving kind mess ages, and dropping love>lctters and presents ofgame and city fnery, through miles oi' sunny woodland. ..-~
 But, alas for the noble craft The men Of the long whip and many coats, the ora cles of the wayside inn, the rulers of the world--sif all the worlds stage'-are fast passing away. Yet are they booked fer glorious immortality. Their lines have fallen in pleasant places Tony Weller will keep the road till 'the last pike is paid, and the last man SC. down in para> disc .-#
 Of this race, so full of the milk of hu- man kindness, Ben Stebbins was, like Sir John the very butter. Still more like Sir John, he was five fingers thick on the rib,' , and, in iha, goodly frame there was not a nerve or muscle that did not vibrate with good humor. Well itswas for me, that l soon appropriated niche in his heart to myself. s.s. .. -te.r ..s... .
 The Colonel's house was but few miles from Plymouth. Ben pointed it out to me as we approached, and, peering through the rows of lofty elms that hid il from inc load, my eyes fell on alovely girl, who was hastcning towards ns: her dark brown curls that has no counterpart in nature, no ra< ven's wing, CT summer sky, to halo the pos ct to a smile, and 80 has passed unsung by the passionate tribe .-...- .....' That ares the Colonel's darter,' said Ben "a tact which had guessed many a sec. ond before. It was the first time that ever woman's beauty had quickened my heart and in a moment wished Franks father a lifetime of affection for having separated me from so lovely companion. She had basket to De taken to Plymouth, and as ] sat on the side of the coach nearest her, she reached it to me. My eyes were fixed on her beautiful face. and l cropped about for the charge like blind man; of course l missed t. aad it fell strewing the ground uv;sh ueadle hOcks thimhles seisS0rg. and