Litchfield enquirer., 1860-02-02

came out to get some water, and seeing Jacko, fell down in ft When restored to consciousness by her neighbors, she solemDly assured them that she had, with her own eyes, seen tLe devil sitting on her pump eat ing hot-cross buns. "Naw, dame, naw," said John Tarbut, pork butcher and oracle to the village !; ct couldn't ha' been the devil thees't seen [ devil. would ha' been afeared to eat hot-cross buns they'd burn his mouth, like Thee must ha' seen Q ere tur very like the devil, what parsons sisters play vii" "Eh, man," returned the irrta- ted dame, thee thinks a the worlds fools but thysen dost:: think 1 doan't know the devil when I sees m ?" and nothing would persuade her but that she had seen the old gentleman himself, and that he would cer- tainly come again to fetch her," unless she mended her ways. Accordingly she came regularly to church from that day forth ; and from that day forth Jacko was known in the village as the young ladies' devil.
 Now, there is confidence that l wish to make to an enlightened public. When had brought my narrative to this point, wound it up in few neat sentences, and sent the manuscriptsto an experienced friend for his advice. He returned it, saying that no editor alive would print my story unless gave it definite ending, aud that ending must not be melancholy one. Now, l ap- peal to an enlightened public-nay, ap- peal to able editors themselves in their mere y human capacity-is it possible to give a definite ending to this biography Every body knows there are but two ways of fin shing story handsomely-either you mar ry your hero, or you kill him off Now, even if 1 myself could forget that this is an "owr true tale,''s could 1 hope to make any one believe that my monkey married love
 y heiress, and settled down contentedly, with g5000 year, and seat in parli,- ment? Yet, if 1 said he was overtaken by the usual fate of monkey in England, and died of lock;aw, brought on by perpetual!y biting the end of his tail, suppose able ed itors would call that melancholy ending, would knit their distinguished brows, and re- fuse to let me appear in print. Well, then, will tell the truth, humiliating though it be to my hero. Jacko didn't marry, and he didn't die he 'emigrated ; which is polite English, believe, for describing the fate of people who '1eave their country for their country's good j" who are transported, in short. His tricks were so incessant, and so very unclerical, that he kept the village in a perpetual state of hot-water, bt sides earning for my brother an unenviable7 notoriety as the ""parscn" what kept the devil" So it was settled in family conclave that he must be parted with and though could then guess what.the feeling of Brutus must have been when he sacrificed his sons,I was forced to submit. Asregiment stationed few miles off, was under orders for Jamaica, the nice warm climate of which would make it, we thought, most eligible penal settle ment SO we offered him to the drummer boy, who came over to fetch him, his eyes shining with delight. With tears, and half a sovereign, implored him to be kind to the poor animal.
 'Ah, thin, miss," said he, in the richest. .of brogues, "shure 'tis kind I'd be to such an iligaut haste shure he'll be all as one as my own brother"
 Jacko seemed to take great fancy to his new friends smart uniform, and went away perched on his shoulder, grinning and chat tering, in a high state of excitement. Next week, we were told that he was already the idol of the whole regiment, which sailed soon afterwards and we have never heard of Jacko since, but have often made even my brother confess that we could have better spared better beast than Our Pet Jacko.