Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1853-06-09
L1rcHFELD, CONN., THURSDAY JUNE 9, 1858.
Spring is Coming.


Tiny blades Oi grass are struggling be-
tween the ciry's pavemenis. Fathers aud
husbands, sighing, lmk al the tempting
shop wind1ws, dnetitly counting the cost
"nl Spring outfit" Mufs, and bt,as,
aud lippeis, are among the things that aUere
-anc Stla wis, aud IS Talnlas," and ma niles,
and "IittIe IoUes Of bOnnets." reign supreme.
though maiden auniS, aud sage mammas..
still m"Iter-" East winds, East Winds
and chOoSe the sunny sidewalks.
Housekeepets are making q horrible but.
necessary Babel, stripping up carpets. and
dIsembOwehnH! old closets, chests, and cup
boards. Advertisements already appear in
The newspapers, setting f'r,h the superior
advantages uf this Ur that dngday retreat.
Mrs. jones' drives Mr.. jones distracted, 81
Il regular hour every evening, ham,nering
about" change If scene, and air." and the
i" health IF the dear chlldren;" which,
translated. means quantity ot trw bon
nets and dresses, and y trip tO Sarai0g
lnr herself aud m,in ate frlend, Miss Hob
Mob; while james takes his meals al q
reslaurani-slerps in the deserted L"nse,
sews on his missing buttons aud cksy
Siri.,4-~, "ud spenuS Wis leisure Time where
Mrs Jones dom, visit.
Spring is cunning!
H,ntiS"Hle carriages roll past, ffeiQhted
with lOvely women, rrsldenia NJ other riiles.
for an aiiernOnA drive. Dash OD, ladies'
You will scarcely find the envlrOns Of Bus
'"n surpassed, wherever you may drive
A Thousand pieasan: surprises avail, you
mvely winding paths and pretty cottages.
aud more ambuinus houses with groups Of
s,a,uarv hidden amid the foaee. But lnr>
yet not 10 visit our sweet Mount Auburn.
Hush the If1h, laugh and the merry jes' az
the gray haired porter throws WIDE the gate
for your prancin1 horses 10 tread the hal.
lowed ground. The dark old pines throw
out their protecting arms "bnve you. and
in their dense shade, sleep eyes as bright
forms as lovely as your Own-whie d" The
mnurners 20 alb 'ui The streets" Rife moi,
with sacr,legiOus hand, the flowers which
b!,,0m at the headsinne- tread lightly over
the beloved dust Each ienan,ed grave
enl"mbs bleeding, living hearts; each has
,'s history, which eternity snail alone re.
veal.
Spring is coming!
Ihe city belle looks fresl, as a new blown
rose tossing her bright curls in triumph,
al her laulleSs costume and beautiful face.
or lovers name is LrgiOn--lor she hath
also golden charms! Poor liile butterfly!
bright, but ephemeraI! You were made Tor
something better Shake the dust from
your earth STA ned wings and-sosr!
Spring Is coming!
From The nn,some lanes and alleys o: the
reeniug ciiy, swarm lille children, creep
in1 nnruI ikv insects 10 bask in Gods sWns
al e. III L..
neglected; they are yet OF Those 10 whom
the Sunless said, "Suf1er lille children 10
come unio me-" The disputed crust. the
pairinonv One's heart aches to call THIS
childhood! No "Sprln4!" M Summer 10
diem: N"s"me. sights, nosome sounds,
n"Sone ndors! and The leprosy Of sin FOL.
lowing them like curse. One longs 10
tod 10 tie warm heart those little I;,rsaken
ones, 10 smooth those matted ringlets, to
throw between them and sin the shield Of
vIrtne-'o 'eacl, ther httle lisping lips 10
say " Our father! :"
Spring is coming
Yes, It's blue skies are over us--its soft
hreezes shall fan us-he fragrance Of lis
myriad flowers be waited TO us. Its messy
carpet slIal. he spread for our careless feet
our hngu,d li.nbs shall be Iaved at it's
cool l;,nn ains--i,s luscious fruits shall send
health through our eaping veins-whe
ii~,m n,ouniain top and wooded hill, and
flower wrea,hed valley, shall float one glad
anthem OF praise from finest iea,here6
ihroais.
Dear reader! From that human heart Of
| ih,ue shall no burst of grateful thanks arise
TO HIM who giveth all? While nature
adores-shaIi man be dumb G'M forbid!
FANNY FERN.