Litchfield enquirer., 1857-08-06

'RSDAY, AUGUST 6, 1857.
 and wrung the water from it, and then tossed It back from her forehead-and laughed with the same vacant hollow laugh had heard her before repeat And all in the dark. night, she muttered, dark, dark, all in the dark night At length the storm passed and we seperated. 1 could not be persuaded to return with Uncle Erwin, and with hot brain, went home to swansburn.
 l spoke of that paragraph saw in the book at the Seminary, and how often in tue first bright days of my love for Lillian did recall to mind the words, and say, What an old Greek is Uncle Erwin, and how is he loved by the Gods forget the other thought, alas, Whom the Gods love die young So died Lillian:
 But Uncle Erwin's family; who did not love 1t and what boy (castle builder that was, could help but crown his life with such vision and gather round such treasures, when he dr. amed ?
 An the moonlight evenings we passed u d,r those trees when bats on noiseless wing were uoiodA, "HCu ltOIu tLc tHTeSUOlu CduC Cut murmur of voices, when glimmering through the trees lay the white kline, and far across the river twinkled the lights of the cottages How the dam droned on its never ceasng mur- mnr, now interrupted by the shouting little ones who chased the fire flies along the ave nue, or the shriek of the night bird, that cai- led from the solitary wood.
 An, Lillian thy feet have long since ceas- ed to wander in the valley but in those nights thy step was the tread of fairy how often did We seperate from the group and wander down to the water, or across the bridge to the little eminence that overlooked the scene
 Ah Lillian thy voice has long since been silent, but in those times thy voice was wan- dering melody Though my ears have grown dull for hearing, they cannot forget, or my memory lay thee aside though scperated from me art thou, by the all severing hand of time It was there l loved thee, and there I lost thee, and there laid myself on thy cold grave and prayed to be taken away also.
 Half way between Swansburn and Happy Valley, was a retreat for the insane, and often numbers of the soulless bodies who dwelt there, harmless creatures in their general habits, who needed no keepers, wandered over the neigh ooiiiiS Sloutus, dDOut Itlc tttCS or lounging on the benches under the arbors For tue children to meet them was a common occurrence, and Uncle Erwin seemed to delight in thinking his place afforded so much pleas ure to the tenements from which God had seen fit 10 take the light:
 Henry Austin had a relation therein con- fined, at least we understood so and frequent were the visits he made thither Now Lillian had been betrothed to him many mouths, and l had been forced to acknowledge my prejudi- ces were groundless Uncle Erwin had made strict inquiries, and no one breathed an impu- taton against him, aud he could not help ad- hiring his unwearied exertions to obtain his profession he had given his consent to their nuptials and they were to be married in the early spring ; and l was to witness it all saw the blossom cherished unfolding it's beau- ty to smile upon him whom hated, saw the angel of my dreams become corporeal, the spirit: wax earthly, the wings shed their white plumeS, and Lillian mingle her pure nature with what knew was bitter fountain
 It was mild October day, all were absent from home save Lillian and the domestics. She sat in the little room, that looked down the avenue, the door open on the one hand, duu tuC HCSt hliuON UIl luC OGucI SDC Sit reading near the door, and being quite alone, she loosed her hair, letting it fall in wavy mas scs upou her shoulders Lillian was not beau tifuI, her forehead and eyes constituted the great charm of her cOuntenancc, and her face n rerose would never have attracted attention Her lips were thin, her nose small, but her uostrilS were ever dated, and you could not look upon her without feeling there was such inspiration in her soul as few possess Her head was a picture as classic in it's mould as ever sculptor modelled, her eyes dark gray, her ashes long, aud her brow very expansive. In stature she was small, graceful and sylph-like, and her smile woke light that was rresisti- ble One foot rested upon cushion and lean ing her cheek against the palm of her white hand, the drapery had fallen back leaving an arm of perfect symmetry bare to the elbow ]; she read on, occasionally raising her brow to toss back the thick masses of hair that fell over her book
 She was startled by a consciousness of some one gazing upon her, and timidIy removing her eyes from the volume, she perceived the form of a tall female who, with folded arms stood darkening the door black hooded, with gray shawl closely enveloping her figure, she slowly advanced toward Lillian, who, perfectly calm, rose from her seat to receive her. There was an airy, quecn-like motion in her carriage, and reaching Lillian's side she threw back her hood, aud bare-headed stood gazing upon her : she was insane, and Lillian felt it, but still there was magic fascination in her dark sunken eye, that held the movements of my cousin and riveted her to the place she rested upon The two stood surveying each other for moment, and then suddenly cloud swept the face of the intruder, all her hauteur of manner vanish ed, p'tiful, heart-wrung anguish inspired her features, and approaching still nearer she tren'- tbl'ngly articulated, May look at you.' Lil- ilalrs own smile tdantled her lips. Ah, there IS little that is beautiful in me to look upon, she replied. 1 would that I were; though; 'tis joyous thing to be beautiful The insane girl shook her head, 'Tis a fearful thing she replied. was beautiful once.' Lilliat gag p6 upon tho uprook hofnro kor tho yvil1 cnukon