Litchfield enquirer., 1857-12-31
Gn 2 tier $ A11ress.

ZS~- ~ rs r, } years by R9s.man and by mails, ~ E. s AiiL.~ / a''u to 5heltered yales When heaven lay sleeping in: .aa, ,,1.on hu. Or when the snpr.- sl--.- 2 = 1sS. .u0' ,, = --s1 .o makes Tn the March wind r. lev,
 -.ast to my trust rve brought the weekly news Which waiting eyes were eager to peruse. The maiden looking from the easements pane, Sees down the path, meandering through the
 grain,
 Their Deigbbor's son, who ever on the day, Thst brings the mail bag to the public way. sSecures tbe paper with her fsther's name, And much in doubt to recognize the same, Crosses the field, and meets her at the door, Who greets his coming, weekly, more and more, Blushes and laughs, assuring him it's right, Though the inscription has not met her sight t; Scans my full pages, as the words are said, And all by chance, perceives the marriage-head The mother, looking from the farm house door, Where oft at evening, she has gazed before, When little feet had battered on the walk, And all the lane was full of baby-talk, Sees now from school, returning with his pail, Her oldest toy-and sends him for the mail And listIess gazing, as he fades from sight, Remembers how, upon this Thursday night, Through the long Ian,, forth stretching from i, her home,
 Three children came, where now is only one. Wipes from her eye, the quickly gathering tear, And sees once more the breathless child appear; Turns to the record of the weekly death, With swimming eye-sight and with auttering
 breath,
 Pursues the history, that she dreads to sec "John aged eight-and Mary only three" The old man sitting by his children's fire, Watches the leugthening shadows, of the spire, Moves the thick cane whercon he rests his chin And asks his grandson if the post is in. Hastens the hoy across the neighboring height, Wipes the great glasses, that improve his sight Stirs the red coal.. untl they burst in fame, And calls once more, the tardy uchin's name : Hears light step. and t'en shout m r,h, Aud sees the paper yng on the hearth: With careless eye now wanlrns here and .ros there.
 He reads of markets, or the haywurl's care, Who fast incloscd with paddock surely bound. Has. Ave fat hogs, within the neghboring
 pound
 Looks at the statement of the probate judge The insolvent notice of his neighbor Nudge Till noddirg fast, above the prin,cd page, He drops the sheet, and sleeps in calm old age His stalwart son, who now has passed the door Stops. aud removes the paper from the Aoor Stands by the window, as tho fading light Makes the clear print grow smaller to his sight, While grandpa wakes, rerceives the darkcu. - ing skies,
 Aud cries Stop, James, youl only spoil your
 eyes"
 The candles lighted, and the supper o'cr, Streams the red flames across the kitchen floor Waving huge shadows on the papered walls, As the light flame on festooued apples falls, Or crooked squashes, or the scarlet gleam Of stri ngs of peppers on the yainscct beam Each to his place the cheerful household come And now is seen the blessed love of home ]; The baby's cradle to their side is brought, The blue mix'd worsted and the knitting
 sought;
 The kitten left to purr beside the fire, The ciderImug to cheer the aged sire, While James returns. unties his heavy shoes, And quick prepares to read the weekly news How long Q time and yet, how quick it's flight A vanished song-a shadow of the night The thirty years since first climbed these hills The weekly record of their joys and ills i; How many maidens, like the girl sing, Moved to the heart, as when the birds o
 spring.
 Flutter. and build and warble round the nest That hides the eggs beneath speckled breast Hailed the near coming of the postman's da! Married, borne many children, and turne
 gray. s@ -s
 How many methers. leaning by the door. Recalled the footsteps that will come TO nor Gazsd with moist eyelids down the lonely wall Listened. but heard no lisping baby talk, Eager to see the story of their pain,
 Though every word renews the tears again, Turns from the place to hide the heavy woe, Whose weight of sadness only Heaven coul
 know