Litchfield enquirer., 1854-08-10

1 r Chinese fairies. I touched Asia. Cape of Good Hope. and the Happy Islands l would not believe that the heat felt was of our northern sun to my finer sympathy it burned with equatorial fer. vors. s ..
 The freight was piled in the old stores. 1 believe that many of them remain, but they have lost their character. When knew them, not only was I younger, but | partial decay had overlaken the town {; al least the bulk of it's India trade had shift, ed to New YoIk and Boston. But the th' ong of busy t'affickers, but after school in the afternoon. strolied by and gazed into the solemn interiors. Silence reign> ed within silence, Limness. and piles of foreign treasure. Vast coils of cable, like tame boa -constrlctors, served as seats for men with large stomachs, and heavy watch seals, and nankeen trousers, who at looking out of the door toward the hips. with little other sign of life than .n occasional low talking as if in their ,leep. Huge hogsheads perspiting brown sugar and oozing slow molasses. as if no- thing tropical could be kept within bound but must continually expand. and exude. and overflow, stood against the walls. and had an architectural significance. for they darkly reminded me of Egyptian prints, and in the duskiness of the low vaulled store seemed cycIopean columns incom- .,lete. Strange festoons and heaps of bags. square piles of square boxes cased ID mats. bales of airy summer stuffs. Vh,ch. even in winter, scotfed at cold and shamed it by audacious assumption of eternal sun. lrtlo specimen boxes of precious dyes that even now shine thro' my memory like whole Venetian schools unpainted.-these were all there in ,ich confusion. The stores had twilight of imress, the air was spicy with scores of mingled odors. liked to look suddenly in fom the glare of sunlight outside, and hen the cool sweet dimness was like the papable breath of the far off island groves; and f only some parrot or mas cav hung within, would f1aunt with glis. ening plumage in his cage, and as the gay hue flashed Tn chance sunbeam. call in lis hard, shrill voice, as if thrust- ing sharp sounds upon glistenipg wire from out that grateful gloom, then the enchan' ment was complete, and without moving was c'cumnavigaling the globe
 From the old stores and the docks. slowly crumbling, touched, I know not why nor how, by he pensive air of past prosperity, rambled out of the town on hos. well remembered afternoons to the fields that lay upon the hill.sidcs over the harbor. and ,hee sat looking out to sea. fancying soms distant sail proceed ing to the glorious ends of the earth, tr be my type and image, who would so sail stately and successful to all the glo rious ports of the future. Going home, I returned by the stores. which black porIe,s were closing. Bat I stood long looking in. satu'aling my imagination, and as il appeared, my clothes. wi,h the spicy suggestion. For wien I reached home ms thrifty mother, another Prue came snuffing and smelling abou, me.
 "Wh, l my son. (sn.f, snuf,) whore have you been (Sn.f snwf) Illus the baker been making (sngG g'ngerb cad You smell as if you hsd been m (snvf. snuff ) bag of cinnamon"
 "l've only been on the wharves, mo- ther." .... ,....... ...-...>-s .. ...., /.
 "Well, my dear. I hope you haven't stuck up your clothes with molasses.- - Wharves al dirty places. and dangerous You must take care of you'self. my son. Really. this smell IS tsngf, snuf,) very strong"
 But departed from the maternal pre-. sence, proud and happy. I was aroma tic. 1 bore about with me the true for. eign air. Whoever smelt me smelt dis tant countries. I had nutmeg. spices. cin namon, and cloves, without the jolly red nose. I pleased myself with being the rep epresentative of the Indies. I was in good odor with myself. and all the world
 l do not know how il is, but su,ely Natu,e makes kindly provision. An ima- ginatiou so easily excited as mme could not have escaped disappointment, fl It had had ample opportunity and experience o1 the lands it so longed to see. he,efore although l made the India voyage I hay. neve, been traveller, and saving the It. tie time l was ashore in India did mol lose the sense of novelty and romance which the first sight of foreign lands n' spires. That little time was all my for eign travel. Ian glad of It. see now that should never have found the coun. try from which that E,si Indiaman o my ca,ly days arrived. The palm grovt' do not grow with which that hand laid upon the ship placed me in magic con- neclion. And as for the lovely Indiar maid whom the palmy arches powered she has long since clasped some native irver to her bosom how should know ger now? .. -ss
 "YOu would find her quite as easily l l.n