Litchfield enquirer., 1859-09-29
Whole No. 1791.


 door where they sat was softly uncloscd.- They both started up--perhaps they half ex- pccted to see Caroline, but it was only their next neighbor, holding by the hand child She spoke eagerly. in half confused way, which they did not notice.
 ''Ths little one came to my house, Judge, and l hadn't room to keep her, so brought her over here. Will you take her in ?"
 "Surely, surely Come here, poor child"
 "Who had ever heard Judge Towards voice so gentle? The little girl seemed some what treasured by it. She crept to his knee, and lifted up her face. The Judge bent over her. Whose were those blue, deep eyes ?-- Where had he seen that peculiar shade of hair, like the shell of a ripe chesnut Did he not know those small, sweet features, the wistful mouth, the delicate chin His hands shook
 Whose-whose child are you? What is l your name ?"
 Grace," and the little girl trembled visi- bly,
 "Grace Huntley," said the neighbours l voice, grown somewhat quavering now.-- Grace Huntley. You cannot help knowing that face, Judge. It is a copy of one which belonged once to the brightest and prettiest girl in Ashdale"
 The old man he looked very old now, sha- ken by the tempest in his strong heart, as the wind shook the trees outside-drew the child into his bosom, with all eager, hungry look His arms closed round iicr as if they would hold her there forever
 My child, my child," burst like sob from his lips, and then he bent over her, silently-- At first his wife had stood by in mute amaze ment, her face almost as white as the cap bor- der which trembled round it. Now thought pierced her quick and keen as the thrust of a sword. She drew near, and looked piteously into the neighbors eyes.
 "Is she an orphan? Where is her moth- err"
 The Judge heard her, and lifted up his head.
 "Yes," he cried, "where is Caroline ?-- Have pity, and tell me where is Caroline 2"
 Before the woman could answer, an eager voice called" Here, father, mother, here," and from the hall where she had been finger ing, half in fear, Judge Towards one child came in. It was the mothers breast to which she clung first--the mothers arms which clasp cd her with such passionate cliDgng. and then she tottered forward, aud threw herself at her fathers feet.
 Forgive me, father" she tried to say, hut the Judge would not hear her. The angel had troubled, at length, the deep waters of his soul, and the wave of healing overaowed his heart. He saw now, in it's true light, the self will and the unforgiving spirit which had been the sin of his life He sank upon his knees, his arms enfodng his daughter and her child, and his old wife crept to his side, and knelt be- side him, while from his lips Mrs. Marsh heard, as she closed the door, and left the now united family to themselves, this prayer {:
 Father, forgive us our tresspasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us" Judge Howard had not uttered it before for ten years.
 After that night the Judges mansion was not only the stateliest, but the happiest home in Ashdale. Caroline Huntley had borne as long as she could the burden of her fathers unforgiving anger, and when the weight on her heart had grown too heavy to be endured, she had started with her child for home. The stage had set them down that stormy night in her native village, and tn, forgiveness for winch sLe scarcely dared to hope had expand- i cd into welcome.
 The old people could not again spare their daugh htcr, and they summoned Richard Hunt ley home A son, he proved, of whom any father might be proud and in after years no shadows brooded over the peaceful dwelling. where once more chidren's feet danced round the hearth fire, and children's fancies built cas- ties in the embers,--no shadow, until that last darkness came which should be but the night above which will rise tile calm morning of C. ternity.- Watchmam and Keaector. l
 BE GENTLEMEN AT HoME.-There are few families, we imagine, anywhere in which love is not abused as furnishing the license for in- polteness. A husband, father, or brother, will speak harsh words to those he loves best, and those who love him best, simply because the security of love and family pride, keeps him from getting his head broken. It is shameful that man will speak more impolite, at times, to his wife or sister, than he would 1 to any other female excent A low and vcinrs