Litchfield enquirer., 1854-03-02
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narfatlv0 tS teloteO fn one 0E bNe EngttSn Magazines. It proves that dreams are not always lo be distegarded, and shows that there ia sometimes . remarkably sympathetic connection between ones sleeping ideas and the Wakefnl motives of olhers: 4
 Five and twenty years ago. as I was returning home one evening from St. Glare, I was overtaken by storm. was On horseback, and my horse, alarm. ed at the hail, had become restiye. and refused to go step in advance. I dis mounted. and taking the reins attempted
 to urge him forward. when fortunately | perceived light ahead. l proceeded towards the light, and at length reached a miserable hoyel. Upon raising the latch, I discovered man and woman covering over a wretched fire, employed in weaving baskets. Good evening 10 you, my friends" I said, in a dialect of the country. {" but sorry weather this" The worthy denizers of the hut cast upon me looks anything but gracious how ever they caused me but little concern. I asked them to make me little room by the fire, assuring them that I was wills ing to meet any expense I might incur. and I proceeded to throw heap of fa> gots on the embers without the slightest ceremony. "Do you take us for inn keepers ?" inquired the female. in a shrill. angry tone. I took out my purse and gave her five franc piece.
 The sight of the coir modified her at once. "Ah!" said the horrid old witch. I see you are good gentleman and kind" and she resumed her task. The storm, however, ragged with unabated violence. The gale threatened to carry away the hovel, and my horse stood neighing and paving the ground under the shed where had fastened him. It was idle to think of venturing forth, yet I could scarcely reckon upon finding asleeping apartment in the miserable abode.
 "Well sir" said the woman, it would be sad thing to go beyond the doors on sush night as this. We are but poor folks. and have no bed worthy of such . fine gentleman: but if you don't mind going up there, (pointing 10 ladder and a kind of garret,) at any rate, you will be able 10 keep yourself dry"
 Somehow the woman's look diLn't please me at all. However, there was no help for it. besides I was fresh from the army. and ID milk sop; and 90 clans bered up accordingly and gained my loft I stretched my cloak upon the worm.eaten boards which composed he floor. and in spite of storm and wind was soon fast asleep.
 Stange enough, I had scarcely fallen asleep. when I must needs set about I imagined myself snugIy 'eated in this very corner, with the girl of my heart at my side, when on sud- deu l perceived surgiog high above her head face most grizzly to behold. It was the same that graced my gentle hos tess of the hovel. She had . hatchet in her hand, and made d though to strike me. Istrove to rise and take flight. but in vain my limbs refused their office. On my examining them moro closely. I discovered that they were esvered at the joint. The change thus suddenly wrought in them had the effect of arousing mo from my slumber. and dispelling the fear. ful vision. At any rate, wake up did. and found myself in the garret with my head pillowed on my cloak. I bent my head to listen # l could hear aught, but save the bowling of the storm all was silent. Somehow or other I could not rid myself of the painful impression oc- casioned by the dream. Itslruck me to indulge in peep through one of the many chinks of the rotten. worm-eaten floor. and accordingly I proceeded 10 take on observation of things that might be passing below. The man and his wife we're still bending over the fire, and were conversing in whispers.
 :. tell you there's more coin in that purse than you can earn in the rest of your life time." eaid the female.
 "WeH, what then 2" said the man.
 "What then why, take it 10 be sure. Catch tight hold of his legs, and mind the rest of him, then pitch him down the hole, and leave the rest to me-" showing . mason's mallet in her hand.
 1" And when that's done, what's 10 be done with him next 2" inquired the hus. band.
 {" Well. lay him down somewhere on the road, and folks will think that he was killed by fall from his horse" and as she spoke she extinguishcd sort of nondescript lamp used by the peasantry in those parts.
 The fire was long since out. so I could see nothing. They continued to whisper. but in such tones as to be utterly inan> dible. I trust am not greater COWS ard than my neighbour; still Town l felt very much the reverse of comfortable, for be 1t remembered that l had not q single weapon of delence about me. Fof a moment I considered the notion of