Litchfield enquirer., 1860-05-10

l mean, of course, no reflection upon Lu cys lalldlady, estimable Mrs. Frizzie Fron -one of whose dismal back rooms I occu pied until prolonged fit of depression o spirits seriously alarmed my physician for m, sanity-and whom l therefore kuow yer, well. It is the nature of boarding houses t, be dismal, and the landlady cannot help it But then, again, why have landladie such tendency to be elderly widows in un mtigated lnourins-or attenuated spinster of serious turl? Iu my darker aud nor, misanthropic moments, have audaciously fancied them reveng'ng themselves upon thu world by keeping few persons endurabl, miserable for regular sum per week.
 Whcn young MeIle de B@uf--tha sprightly Paris,an--came to Babylon, h, said to me (t'avi,g brought letters from m, old tutor. the Rev. Agnus Peewee who Wa. then in Paris, studying man," as he ex pressed it), "Now, mon ami, I wish to 6ue apartments
 trembled. for knew very well, iron Peewee's letters, what departments" mean il ParIs--a nice, snug, quiet, airy, handsome suite of rooms, with ditto, ditto, ditto lit tie cl'ambermaid, called femme-de-clambre or something pretty; and hadn't the hcaru | to show him the fuaereal abodes which witt us correspond to that Parisian arrangement for bachelor happiness. Poor, pale Lucy when spoke to ner about De Beuf, aud hls account of the accommodations for single men in Paris, said, in her faint, sweet way rjai fn kInk boo L made happy''-and then glanced at the grim, square portrait of old Nee Britchiz upon the dingy wall, and the ghost of smile s nnered upon her face, as if her matri- monial life with the ancient book keeper had been so happy!
 "Wel," said Me'le, "even if couldn t hnd pleasant apartments, I can get some sunshIGe out of 6 good dinner Just show me your best catcs-your Trois Freres-- your Cafe Anglais--Malson Doree Cafe de Paris, &c."
 So took hm-tllis Aameur-this spray of la 1e~mese doree-to wLum Q substantial aroma was light lunch, and showed him our cafes-the holes ill the sides of the street where steaming Babylon gorges it's dnner, aud considers the necessity of masti. cation blundcr ill the organization of nature as wasting precious time.
 avoided hun after that; never dared to meet him agaii. But once l could not escape. I6 Was at Mrs Parr Veuoo's great fancy ball, ill her great fancy house upon the Twentieth Avenue. MeiIe dc Bouf, uuiv. er'ng with jeweiry, wandered nourniully around the rooms, constantly "sctting" his tace-that long, blru-l,ke face, with round blank eyes. and heaviIy-hookcd mou>tache '-bet"eeh the heads of Iu ople in the crowd, so that many Of the most sprightIy beIles looked as If they had a forIoru OWL percArd upon their shoulders. He said Botl,ing- tnIs patent-leathered Melc de Benf, quiv- erlng with JewclrY-but the expression of his face, as he gioomed aud glowcred from every corner of the rooms, apostropI, zsd our na- t'Te land thus: Oh, unhappy country, which forces men to marry, that they may have n oeceht place to live h. ;.nd decent dinner to eat! l wonder no more at your Iunk-vls- aged chlldren-theIr soleunny IS ineligible how! On, unspeukabIc laud where, in the fury ot making living, men forget to llve!"
 Aud the owl fitted from fashionable shoulder to fashionable shoulder, ilnprvssing me so deeply, that can rarely mingle cven now ln thc social festivities ot Babylon with out sec,n'ng to see the sole,nn, silent, ewel.- ed, pa,cnt-ieathered Me:le de Beuf, lul- gushing for the Boulcvards and the ameni. ties ol Paris.
 But this partly digressive.. l left myself comng down to breakfast. A boarding house breakfast is--but no matter. "Its ol no consequence"
 Breakfast over, l brushed my hat, put on my gloves, took q final survey of the geue- ral effect of Andrew Cranberry ill the square mirror, over the high manteI, upon which stood two solemn spectral old candl, sticks that seemed to have o"ly oficiateu as l,ght- glvers at funerals, evening meetings. and other melancholy occasious, aud diu not ut all suggest brilliant ftstivty, clouds of hou"crd muslin, French flowers, music, per tune, Smiles, and all the delicious jam and crush of au evening party. Povr old can- dlestlcks ! ] suppose they are there Yet, Suihtnlhg up ln themselves the drvariuess of the house, and presiding, ill severe stiffness, over the desolatlon of those dingy parlors.
 Thank Heaven We are now about steu- ping into the sunshine.
 opened the door. How warm and kind ly streamed the suu against me-hearty, broad and cordial as Cario's welcome upuu my annual visit to him. It put me in gay good humor directly:
 "Never, believe me,
 Appear the immortals,
 Never alone,"
 whispered l to myself, as I stepped brisk'y down tue street, enjoying a good deal ol Joking, and laughing With myself at my own expense, for harpi'ig 50 constantly upon the lines.
 Andrew" said jocoseIy, but con6den- sla'iy, Cranberry, you unconscionable wretch you know that you expect some thing to coue out of this little incident oi the losm-you know perfectly we'll, that you are on the lookout fer adventures" :"
 Not at aIi," said l, with the air of a man delighted that his secret is discovered. but too proud to own it." has happen+d thousand times before. I often wake uu with the fragment of tune in my mind and go on hunming and singing it all day long. Oh no it's a.pleasant little incii, deut, that's all. It shows that Blackstone aud Chitty and the Admiralty practice, and all the rest of that preposterous rubbish heaped up in little stout calf covers, and called Law, has not driven poetry out o my head" ...
 "I should rather say not" said MT. Ar drew Cranberry, Attoney-at-Law, quietly l smilipp at his own thonuhts