Litchfield enquirer., 1860-04-12

fore the morning llgnt, nad tne SDOeS, natc and dacent, holding them up, one on each thumb before the face of the little man, who was sitting perched on a bough, just at my shoulder. The pleasant and merry crathur he was. and told such quare stories. and sang such merry songs, that the hours went like no time and the shoes were fn- ished in jifey.
 |" And now, Jenny, ma bOuehal,' says the little fellow, (for by this time we were as thick as thieves } I must pay you for the job-keep the old shoe, and whenever you go a-6shing, look into it for the bait, and all sorts of luck will be yours.'
 Now, though I'd rather have had the goold that I heard the good people gave sometimes, could not look crueked at the shoe, and him so civil. So, with many thanks, I put up the little thing, and was wishing him good night Stay, Jemmy,' says he, you must remember, that you are not to let on, to man or mortal, one word of this mat ter nor show the shoe to any living soul, or your luck will go from you like the whip of Q whirlwind'
 [" And will you never come back and tell me how the shoes fit her majesty, the queen?' says l, for didn't like to lose his acquaint- ance that way.
 "'To be sure will,' says he, be here again tomorrow night, and if the shoes are liked, may be might have another job for you
 "So we parted carried home my lit- tie shoe, and slept as if l never would have wakensd, till Judy was screeching in my car that it would be noon before was up. I went to the river side next night you may be sure, and fnding purity green fly in the little shoe, l baited my little hook with it, and caught salmon, even bigger and bet ther than the last. And sure enough, the little man came, as he had promised and this time he brought silk of all colors, and toud me that the queen was delighted with her shoes, and all the ladies dying to get the like. And besides, there was to be a grand ball in little time, and all the shoes were to be finished by then. So, work away, Jemmy, ariek.' says he, and keep never let tin on to any body, and you're made man for life, depend upon it. So I worked all night, with him sitting beside me as before The next night I met him again, and-'I think, Jemmy, arourmeen, says he, may be you'd like some other diversion, than just listening to me--so Pve brought some of my friends to amuse you. With that there arose such flood of music all round as I never heard before and when it died away, there burst out song, as if many were sing
 ing together. remembered the words of it next day, and told it over to Phelim Long, the schoolmaster, who wrote it down for me and here it is." And Jenny put into my hands tattered piece of paper, from which found means to copy the following lines :-- " The men of earth, are born to toil
 In the world of day, and it's dull turmoil Work, mortal work, nor question ask,
 If there be hardship in thy task.
 Though light and careless we seem to be,
 We have our work as well as thee.
 " 'Tis ours to watch where the moonbeams rest,
 That float down the silver rivulet's breast And catch them and weave their radiance sheen,
 For the royal robes of the Fairy Queen; '1'is ours to tinge the clouds of even,
 And build up her palace bowers in Heaven! " Work we have tasks as trusty as thine
 We breathe on the bud of the swelling vine !; Our fingers mould the graceful shape,
 And sprinkle the bloom on the ripening grape And we scatter each drew-drop, that, like an eye
 Looks up to the stars in the deep blue sky. " And more-the zephyr's breath we bind;
 We fly on the wings of the weekend wind. Over the autumn leaves we have past,
 And they redden and fall to the rustliDg blast. Work, mortal work, with unweary brow,
 ehave our tasks as well as thou!
 "A purty song enough, my lady," contin- ned Jemmy, though can't say quite un- derstand the meaning of it. However, what with singin' and talkin', time went on, and every night worked; and ever au' always had the hoiM of good luck in fshin', by req son of the baits found in the shoe.
 "But now comes the unlucky part of the story. Och, murther! that 1 couldn't hold my tonguel might now have had sal mon fishery that would have been fortune to me--but you shall hear.
 "Corney DoolaE. master at the St. Pat rick-the big hotel you might see on your left hand, as you came down the street, hap pened to die one day; and a great wake they geo him and 8 power of whiskcy they spent over him. Now as i'll luck folleys some pe- l for what else could make me over with my self to where Tim Whittle and Nora Kelley was sitting, and spake to them as if they'd never wronged me, and tuck the bread out of my mouth. And besides that, I must be askin' Tim, how times went with him, and bisness was brisk, and 80 forth. And what does the boastin' vagabone do, but pull out out little red book from his pocket, and begin showing me his ordhers, as he called them, ard how much he could make week; and how industry and persev. erance always Mrur. Then, Nora chlned in-well become her, indecd!--and told me that Tim was reckoRed the natest workman in the couDtbry round, and bad made pair of satin shoes last week for Miss Dora O'Brieu. who had fat like fairy. Like a fairy, is it?' says ], 'och, bothera.ion! don't be after tellin' us Mat, Nora Kellyp And as the whiskey kept going round, kept drinkin' down glass after glass, to settle the yexatiou that was risin' up within me, at the consate of the crathurs! However, from less to more, we got on talkin', till between Tim and the woman, and the whiskey, I got bothered, and forgot what the fairy had tould me. So, whipping out the little odd shoe, which l never had parted since I got it, Ior fear anybody would see it).-Talk of Miss Dora O'Brien', says l, there's fairy's shoe-bate that, Tim Wbittle, if you can! Williloo whisk! grate big blow knocked me down, and sent the life clane out ov me; and ruhon I mo fo rou,a1f [ lvir1 i,, n1y