Litchfield enquirer., 1860-05-10
ANDREW CRANBERRY, ATTOR-
 NEY-AT.LAW

ANDREW CRANBERRY, ATTOR
 NEY-AT-LAW. ; could never tell why, but arose tha morning, repeating Coleridge's translation o Schiller's Hymn to Bacchus"-
 "Never, believe me,
 Appear the immortals,
 Never alone," &c.
 ] had not been dining out. I had refused Horatio Tidd's invitation to step round |, the rlud. and take it hot with sugar, wl,icl was Tidd's practice. had returned hom at the mortal hour of eleven, and after com posing myself with the " Nor,h American (the best of sedutives,) had slipped quictl, into the sheets and that Was the el.d o me until seven A M.
 At that hour awoke with my eyes turn ed towards the ceiling, aud instantly besal to repeat the lws lave quoted.
 "Come, Cranberry" said l to myself " this is little too absurd for you, win, have to go down town aud arrange tn, means ot getting dinner, to lie here i, bed and babble heathenish hymns, as if Tiff We're only luxurious nap. advise you tt to get up"
 Certainly" replied I to myself, eff you think best. So here goes"
 And sprang up, aud sat moment up on the edge of the bed. Yet instantly began again.
 "Never believe me-"
 Aud away went, haIf-musing, half-mutter ing, until felt little chilly about the an kies.
 "Well," said I, laughing to myself, "] l vuif h kic ic al, csl Iy business l have lately been engaged in"
 And began to strop uy razor (Tllat reminds me of my bon-mot, generally known us the Cranberryjoke Once dining with u select party, and being asked how secured such d kid-gIove quality to my cliu every morning. l answered, l steel il.' Upon which there was Il subducd smile all round the table and old Stryng Bc.nz. wishing after his Dutch fasho", to compliment my good looks, cried out, Then Cranberry steals the best part of himself every day. At which, as no one clearly understood it, every body loudly laughed
 To return. placed myself before my shaving glass, and began to steel" my chin. But in the midst, as stood there, holding my Eose awry, with my chin half: raised and saturated m luther out came the words again, like a toulnt, and l suid con. fidentinlly to myself in the glass Never, believe me-"
 and cut my chm for my pains.
 Now. an q rcasonable man, I believe Andrew Cranberry, Attorney ut-Luw, is not held to be superstilous = but tn. re was somethng lecuI'ar Ill this constant rccur- rcicc oi my mlnu to poem that had uot read for ycars.
 "WI", does it portend ?" inquired l, as wiped my face with damp towel, and walked smcd.tativeIy towards the shower bath.
 Does it mean," thought l, interrrga lively, as took the str.g in my hand "lliat sl'ull feel gay enough to sing hymns to the jolly god! Ur is 1t u sort of d.,i's lauht that must drink only Barlnecide cup, anu content myself with cold water" | oplash camc the shower us l spoke. l had inauveilantly pulled the cord.
 But the Water dld hot wash away the subject of my thoughts. The sun shonr brightly through the mu>lu Il curtains of my windows. teit, without seeing, the beauty of the day. l knew that the Ire of Baby ion Was already coursllg along its veins those stony vclns called streets I knew that m;n lad been hard at work since sun- rl>e---s''ce daybreuk-toiling heavily at la- Dor that should not end until their lives end- ed confined in close and noisolne places, III "hich the day was never very bright, and thelr hopes grew daily darker. kIiew that in the green parks and gardenS-undtr the trees and upon the margin of fountalns- children in brigLt dresses were playing in the sun, shouting, singlng and frol'cking. l knew that the endless miles of monotonous red brick wall which makes the exterior of city huuSet, incosed every kind aud degree of Joy and sorrow that the street door saw gay ,qu,pages, and smiiing and perfumeG fashion, and al, air of festul content-as if Babylon We're Paradse-while the chamber door witnessed bitter emvies, and cold bick- crlngs, aud lovel,ss lives
 All these images came to my mind, as l slo" iy dresst q myself, and huIt-shuddered to feel that l Was one of them that the inevitable course of events went on that the stream of life, all aggregate of infinite drops-mlue as large as any--aowed stead ny forward and that ne power, no prayer, | ho ucepalr cOulO arrest 1t,
 Heigho ]" said to myself, "what does all thus mean? Andrew Cranberry, what the deuce ails you? Mark my word, young man, this meals somrthing."
 And l shook my fuger solemnly. for my own ed'ticaton; rubbed the ox-marrow upon my haIr q am little particularly with pc. cul'ar unction, as if to say, Andrew! hold hard, keep dark"
 Finally, after stepping to tue glass, and sole'nnly winking ut myself. to secure a per feet understanding, l went down with an ail of quiet determination, to breakfast.
 l may as we'll confess it now, and here, lived Ill boarding-house.
 Buarding-houses rose with the fall. They came in with the going out from Paradise l honor the austere Dante, and sympatllizt with him that, in the departments of his In ferno, he omitted the boarding-house. Il is enough" he seems to say; Il have paint ed terrors enough to warn you to the right should announce the possibility of an eter mty of boarding-house, human effort would be laralyzed"
 Fa"cy it. my dear second cousin Lucy Ar rowroot, invalid widow of Nee Britchz, an citnt booE-kceper-you who live or who's, days are wasted in that diney sounre room with four black hair cloth chairs. with tn, seedy carpet, with the angula, bedstead in, square washstand, the square bureau will tIp souare pOrtrait over it upon the d;,r,