Litchfield enquirer., 1853-03-24

fool of you, and that was entirely un- necessary, too. for you was always short of what is called common sense. Ytu needn't tell the captain you went to sea because you didn't know enough to be a landsman. or that you never did any, thing in your life, except by accideRt You are as like that ne'er do OeH Jack Hatpin, as two peas. If there is any. thing in you, I Eopo the salt water will fetch it out. Come. your mother has your supper ready. I ses.' D @ v
 Mrs. Lows hand trenbled as she pas sed her boys cup. It was his last meal under that roof for many long day, She did not trust herself to speak--her heart was too full. She had heard all his father injudiciously said to him. and she knew too well from former experi~ ence the effect it would have upon his impetuous. fiery spirit. She had only to oppose to it a mothers prayers and tears, and all enduring love. She never condemned in Wills hearing, any of his fathers philippics; always excusipg him with the general remark that he didn't understand him. Alone, she mourned over it and when with her husband, tried 10 place matters on better footing for both parties. .v -
 Will noted his mothers swollen eye lids; he saw his favorite little tea>cakes that she had busted herself in preparing for him, and he ate and dIank what she gave him, without tasting morscl he swallowed, listening for the hundredth time to his fathers account of what he did when a young man.
 Just half an hour, Will,' said his fa> ther. before you start; run up and see if you have forgot;en any of your duds.
 It was the llttle room he had always called his own. How many nights Le had lain there listening to the rain pat tering on the low roof; how many mornings awakened by the chirp of the robin in the apple>sree under the wins dow. There was the Gttle bed with it's snowy covering and the thousand and one little comforts prepared by his mothers hand. He turned his head-- she was at his side, hel arms about his neck. God keep my boy J was all she could utter. He knelt at her feet as in the days of childhood, ard from those wayward lips came his tea,ful prayer, 'Oh God. Spare my mother, that 1 may look upon her face again in this wo.ld !!
 Oh. in after days, when that voice had died out from under the parental Ioof, how sacred was that spot 10 her who gave him birth! There sOas hope tor the boy! As had recognised his nso. thers God. By thai invisible silken cord she still held the wandeyer, though broad seas rolled between.
 Letters came to Moss Glen-at stated intervals. then more irregularIy. pictur- ing only the bright spots in his sailor life Qor Will was proud. and they were to be scanned by his fathers eye.) The usual temptations of sailors life when in pot were not unknown to hm-of every cup the syren. Pleasure, held to his lips, he drank to the dregs; but there were moments ln his maddest rev~ els, when that angel whisper. God keep my boy,' pa:sied his daring hand, and arrested the half>uttered oath.-- Disguised with himself he would turn aside for an instant, but only to drown again more recklessly that still small iottu,ing voice.
 You're stranger in these parts, sad rough farmer to a sun burnt trays e!er. Look as though you'd been in loiei ign psrts.'
 Do I?' said Will. slouching his hat over his eyes. 'Who lives in that little cottage under the hill ?'
 Old Farmer Low-and a tough cus> toner he is, too il'sa word and a blow with him, The old lady has had hard time of i,, good as she is. 10 pus up with all his kicks and quirks. She bore it very well till the lad went away; and then she began to droop like willow l in a storm, and lose all heart, like Docto, s stuff diin't do any good. as long as she got no news of the boy = She to be buried this afternoon. sir l Poor Will stayed 10 hear no more, but tottered in the direction of the cottage He asked no leave to enter, but passed over the threshold into the little best parlor,' and found himself alone with 1 :he dead. It was too true dumb were the lips that should have welcomed him and the arms that should have enfolded him were crossed peacefully oyer the heart that beat true 10, him till the last | Conscience did its office. Long year. r. :. ho. fore him and over that insens'ole form VOW was made. and recorded in hea' ' ven. ." '3"''
 Your mother should have lived tt :see this eay. Will said grey haired old man. as he leaned on the arm ot tho clergyman. and passed into the village church. 3 a, 5a 5 .@8 .g51 1a lisl Bless God. my dear father, there ( A~s- kHNeAk