Litchfield enquirer., 1854-08-24

he was at fist. Mary Breezllove has just been in our room, telling us abou,
 the people here, and she says he is mar.
 rled, and his wife is coming on next
 week. 1 don't think he's much any way.
 When we make fun of the folks, Uncle Jack says. Nonsense! don't be so silly; take your knife, vour fa,hel managed to eat with one. and his father before him. " We'll, if they did, he need not tell every one at the table of it; he has such dis. agreeable way of putting one down. I'm glad l haven't "good, strong. common senss." la one thing I'm disappo,n;ed here, there are no gentlemen. I was ir hopes Faith would pick up lover this eummer-a Wedding in the family would be so nice; Itold her so the other day. and she tuned sharply round with,- :: lteally Miss Prue. I think you'd better look out for you'self, you're past twenty and it's high time: I'm over young 10 marry yet, and havs no fears of being an old maid Y Faith is so high and mighty because she has had an offer,--one can not speak of such things to her, without her putting on all sorts of airs and graces as # all mankind had bowed at her feet. The other day l was wondering what gentlemen said when they offered them.
 selves. (if you know Mir. Editor, do please tell mel "Iis to be hoped dear." said Faith, witt patronizing air. "ihat for the credit of the family, Prue, you'll find out some time or other from experience. :" Uncle Jack has promised us each pony ifwe'llread some travels in 1'artary which Ee has given us, and we are try ing our very best to wade through them we've read ten pages in the last three days: he says Che thinks it won't iniure US to have our ideas little enlarged" But ] feel like saying with Mr. Kirps, whom l read about in book called P ynsh urst. "my ideas are not good for anything. whats the use of enlarging them 2"
 There was such stylish fellow here a few days since. with a dear love of a. moustache. tiny boots. an eye glass and very fashionable understandings. He had sort of killing way of looking at one; all could do. it was impossible 10 avoid catching his eye. He used to walk up and down, lock at us when he passed with half itmile. and sometimes he'd flourish his handkerchief. Once he kissed his hand 10 Faith. told her it was very improper. and she said, !" Don't you wish ne had kissed it 10 you, Prue ?' One day at table Uncle Jack said, ang,ily, "What do you keep looking at that silly noodle for?" l wish he wouldn't say such things, they make one feel so fooIishly. When we got to our room. Faith said, "WsIl. for nay part, like the silly moo. dies better than the common sense men !"
 This morning l went into the parlor to try and read Pickwick. tits very slow think. but Bob Quickwit said every body ought 10 read it. so pm struggling thro' it as we'll as l can. Two ladies were sit- ting outside of the window, chatting. At first their words fell without any pal ticu. lar meaning on my ear. was aroused by hearing one of them say.--" They are regular parvenues It is evident in ev> e'y'hing they say and do. and how abs su:dly they dress. their things are so much trimmed and fused upl" They couldn't be talking about us, for Mics Pinchem js the most fashionable dress maker in New York. and nobody who was anybody. would presume to call any thing that she made obsurd. "Wfo are they. anyway ?'' sad some one.-1 re
 cognized Retta Cn,emup's voice "Oh can tell you. said Mrs. Spiteanpepper ; their grandfather was a ma,ket gard. ener, he owned quite farm including what is now part of the fifth avenue. and stretching over towards the eastern part of tie city. His son, their father, was apptehiiced 10 tailor, and before he had served out his time, married a yoang gil Who was learning the dress
 making trade. They set up for them
 selves very young. Some twenty odd years ago. the sign of Dressmakin an tailerin dun hea'" (she stopped to give the spell;ng) might have been seen quite down in the Bowery. Tie old man died, leaving the farm to his son, who found himself made suddenly wealthy by the rise of real estate; he sold some of the land, held on to the rest. and is now a millionaire--rich ard vulgar. with child
 rsn ditto. Faiths rather pretty. but Prudence. Phpbus what nose r You may imagine jumped up and rushed of to my room in a tea,ing passion. And supposing we are parvenuesi Aren't we just as good as anybody else ? Havn', we enc of the finest houses on the Fifth Avenue? and splendid carriages, horses and lots ol servants :? And Isaac Jour brolhet) has the loyelivst little totting wagon, and Oh. such beautiful ponies He's very stylish. is Isaac. he wears the most expensive shit buttons and studs, elegant charms and rings. carries dear little cane. and wears Vesuyius panla- looms. just like ihose MT, Putfer deserib, td in rour v,@oau l.e0 rnrinD All aha