Litchfield enquirer., 1860-03-15

4" WE'vE Cor A BABY."-The following
 letter, which bears internal evidence of be- 1 ing bona ide epistle, was picked up in one tof the streets of Utica, recently ,s.t Brother and sister Stebbins-We've got 10 live baby Ut our house, a little girl baby, ---that's so. How wish this might find you in the same situation You know al- ways wished you we'll. But our baby is
 none o: your common babies. She laughs
 (and cries) so pretty you can have no idea how handsome she is. Itis- decided by the best of judges Cher mother and mel that she is the handsomest child that ever lived; and everybody says, "what pretty child--how much he looks like her father" Children
 will resemble their parents you know.
 wouldn't take twenty dollars for her; no sir. no temptation. Perhaps you think I am fool. Who cares-guess you'd be fool if you had such baby, wish your domestic affairs would come to crisis, (erysis.) You must excuse all mistakes, for I am so deligh- ted and transported that I expect there is right smart chance that may go crazy. Why you cant think how acted the day the little stranger came aloug. Mrs. Broad man and l were the attending physicians, and what she didn't know didn't know either. Felt a little considerable scared; looked for my hat two, three several times; aud wondered how far it was to Texas But after the excitement was over, wasn't l tickled some. If it hadn't been for that white hat of mine, I couldn't have told which end my head was on. I went up stairs dozen times or less after my hat went and looked at the baby, and forgot it every time. Sold man some goods on ''tick" and charged to him "one baby sixpence per pound" But I'm calmer now; think shall entirely recover. Begin to think that baby ain't such a cunning affair after all. It's qu:e night institution. It takes one half of the bed, and right in the middle, and l have to sleep all around on the edges Can't roll over and kick as used to--might wake up the baby. And if I just happened to roll on the little thing in the night, then there's fuss, for my wife would make a great ado if should kill that baby. She sleeps with one eye open. I'll tell you about how get along nights. The other night went to bed as usual, got into @ snooze when my wife called, "John! John! there's a mouse in my band-box, and it will ruin my bonnet" We'll, rolls off the bed rail and make away for the band-box Mouse takes the hint and leaves, and 1 bal ance myself on the bed rail again, go to sleep, dream of the old song, which says, "Bless me that is pleasant, riding on rail" But soon am awakened by my wife (watch- ful creature) calling "John, guess that mouse is in the lower bureau drawer, where all the baby's things arc" So up get once more, and make plunge for the bu- reau, and mouse leaves as usual, while I, like the Quaker wish for some profane per son to d--n that mouse. We'll, I got on the Tail once more and dream of sending an order to Chicago for mouse traps. Well, l dream away while, till am once more awakened by the old familiar call, "John! John! the baby wants tending to"--Well, 1 sit up and bold the light, while she-. We'll, no matter, you know what mean. The next morning, have to be careful in using the towels, for "all is not gold that glitters.' But must keep still and stand it all for the dear little baby--mother's pre- cious lamb. Good bye; yours as much as possible. DiGHroN.
 P. S.--Our baby's name is Fanny Louisa
 N. B.--Don't forget the hahy's name