Litchfield enquirer., 1854-10-12

prancing, in very undigni6ed matlneT She seemed to take a special delight when passing Deacon Sanders house. il pretending to see all kinds of bug .bearl about the yard. and her dilatihg tIost,il flashing eye, and timid bound, were very pretty 10 see. or would have been, in any but minister's horsc.-The poor deacon was sadly tried about il. He had been one of Mr. Hale's warmest friends, but how could he countehance such do, ings as these. It was new phase in bis Ministerial experience. Old Dr. Dow. under whose preaching he was converted. drove horse. who never forgot the dignity of her station, so far as to ex- ceed a fast walk. on any occasion: and
 he could not help feeling scandalized al such an innovation on the old customs. So much was hi mind exercised upor
 ths subject. he felt 1; his duty to expos, Itulate with the pastor. Mir Hale heard him with quiet smile, and endeayored to soften his animosity to poor Pysche. by telling him of her docilty and gen. tleness, but all to no purpose. He left him not in anger. but with heightened visage. and soirowful shake of the head.
 The good deacon lived just below the parsonage. in an old red farm house, whose projecting roof, where the swall, ows colonized, wide stone floored porch, and large yard shaded by Lombardy Poplars, gave it a venerable, patriarchal aspect. The yard. with i's earpet of emerald turf, was the playground of the deacon's 5 grandson, little blackeyed fellow whose father, having gone to the land of gold. had placed his young wife and year old boy in his fathers house for safety and protection. The child was the idol of its grandparents and the pet of the whole vilage.-Mr. Hale often walked down to the gate to caress him. and sometimes lifted him over and sat him upon Pysch's back, who seemed 10 know. that with such delicate precious burden. she must be very gentle, and paced slowly about, now and then look- ing back. as if to see that he was sevure- y seated.
 A few rods above .lie parsonage, a noisy brawIing brook makes it's way over huge boulder of granite. and forms pond at it's base, that covers nearly an acre of ground. In the summer it dwin- dies to an insignificant stream, and small pool of muddy water; in the spring, when swollen by the melting snows. it runs with swift current. and in some places the lake is quite deep. A path is laid out around it. and flight of rude steps, up to the side of the rock. leads to shady walk above, much ire, quented by the villagers on summer evenings.
 One bright May morning. not lang af- ter the d" icon had urged Mr. Hale to sell Psyche, Mary Saunders sat indiling letter to her absent husband, and she told him of the pleasant home he had provided for hef in his absence, and des> canling upon Willy's goodness and beau- ". she forbade to tell him that the rogue had already upset m inkstand upon her snowy wrapper, and now hung about her distrac ing her mind by lsis childish ques- lions. Unable to proceed while thus an. noyed, she tied on his little straw hat and scarf, and sent him ou. into the yard. where the grass was just springing. and the lilac trees bursting bloom
 Congratulaliag beisrlf. that he would safely amused for an hour, she returned to her letter and soon forgot all things else.
 Willy was very happy for while in watching the fobins which flew from limb to limb of the old poplars, and the will lows. which were bringing mud for their nest, beneath the caves. but lie soon ii. red of those. end leaning against the gate looked wis,fully out in the street.
 Soon he espied the latch. It was q perfect mystery to him how it was 10 be unfastened. but standing on tip. toe, his fingers soon pressed with sufficient fofce upon the thumb piece to lift it, and the gate swung gently open. Peeping out, first one side; then on the other, 10 bs sure no cows were near, and casting a funivc glance towards the house as if he suspected he wns not doing quite right, he venturrd out upon the grassy side walk. The yellow dandelions. and the bright king cups beckoned him on, as they pceped out from under the fence, and he soon tiled his hat with their gay blossoms, as he wandered on towards the pond, and the brook, which still swollen by the spring rains. attracted him by iis noise as 1t fell over the rocks.
 At the end of an hour Mary Saunders had finished her letter, and placing her writing materials in small fose. e.wood desk. her husbands last gift. she turned with bright smile to the window to see what petty mischief he might he doing. But no Willy was in sight. The gate stood ominously open. and catching her sun bonnet. she darted into the street. ! (. N:iltw WILL, .Lnc a.It.l N.k .1 ..