Litchfield enquirer., 1862-02-27
FoR THE ENQUIRER.
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BY A yoLusTEER.-

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 am not superstitious j; nor often inclined t place implicit confidence in the predictions Q the soothsager when he would attempt to rais
 the veil thatahides from mortal ken the mystei ies of the Mighty Yet To Come. 1 But give the following history, nevertheless for what it is worth, and shall present the fact as I received them from the lips of the one t whom they were uttered, altered only into Ian guage properto appear before the critical reader r Of their truthfulness, will only remark, tha my informant could have no object in telling aI
 untruth.
 The most remarkable feature contained in th, predictions, was the foretelling of the very wa in which we are now engaged. 1 Many years ago, poor, simple minded We .man, and a slave, was permitted by her maste to visit a slave child who was out to service il an neighboring city, H--, Md.
 In the place dwelt one of the individuals whom you gentle reader would designate, afortune-tel ler-but Ishould say person who is either dis posed to disregard the maxims of both common and written law, or constitutionally, averse tt manual labor, or to be plain, an arrant rogue o inexcusably lazy man or woman, for in my humble opinion one or both of the above qualification; are requisite to constitute a bona -fde fortune 1 teller a .
 The fame of Madame Delacourt had gone fortl throughout all the region there about, and tho credulous, focked to test the powers of this pro | dizzy of necromancers, and have her unriddle tt them, the mighty riddle of their destines. Borne I along by the tide of popular favor our confdins and unsophisticated friend Aunt Rosa, shal call her.) followed the current till it carried he into the presence of the wondrously wonderful woman of fate.-
 Our fortune-teller was no astrologer and there | fore did not seek amid the midnight stars for solution to the problem of life, but shuffled over the cards of fate and from their pictured fronts predicted veal or woe to the anxious applicant Aunt Rosa made known her errand and the woman thus told her fortune:
 Yours has been life with more shade than sunshine-the star of yoar birth was clouded when it rose. Your pathway all this life has been overcast with shadows with scarce sun- beam to relieve their dreariness, and for more than two score years your life has been one wearying round of unrequited toll You are q slace. But. it shall not always be thus. The dark cloud that has rested on thee since the hour of thy birth, looming up before thee a sepulcher for all thy happiness; but be of good cheer it's mists shall melt before the brightness of the coming day; Thou shalt be free! Thou art a mother, so tell me the cards and they tell me too that seven times has a pair of dark eyes looked into thine and learned to-lisp-lnotber! You would know what the future has in store for them, whether it's omens be of veal or woe.- Twice have you wept for the dead, for two have gentler master than they were wont to have.- The others-of thenl-taeo ShaN nerer De bought and so1d.-would you know more ?-aceN would it be for thee if thou had ne greater sorrow than thou hast known but what is written must come, and cannot be hid. Dark burning wrongs are to be meeted out to theea 1'he hand that thou hast long served shall turn and smite thee-it will reach down into thy poor suffering heart and drag from thence of the images that are impress sed upon it-two-and three shall be left,-an aching void shall be left too. They will tear them from thee and give them to one who shall record the greatness of his power on their quiv- ering flesh. For, long, long years they will toll, mid the cotton and the cane," and then comes the triumph. Ihen-when the traitor shall call forth from it's grave the dread phantom of trsa- son--when close upon treason's track shall come dark bird of i'll omen, which shall perch upon the mountains crest and croak--woe-woe and war and is in thy midst, o, cities of the South when every houshold shall have it's burden of tears--when fire and sword shall sweep over and purify and send back treason to it's tomb-when oppressed millions shall arise, in vengeance Men-in the hour of tribulaton the lost shall seek, and will be found. He shaHneet zgain."
 Thus were the predictions, and as time passed away with startling certainty have they been fulfil led. Aunt Rosa now is free-freed by the secret savings of stolen toll aided by the strangers char ty-and freed almost to day as the woman fore told. Thou shaH De free, was truly said.
 Thou shall never be bought and sold, and so it was. "Coming events cast their shadows before" seemed to impress it's truthfuness upon the minds of two of Aunt Rosa's boys, for by daily obser- vation they perceived, that their master viewed them with critics eye," as if mentally calculat- ing their highest market price in current coin in fact they were seriously inclined to the opinion that their master meant to play them practical joke, and sell them whereupon, they very judici- ously concluded to turn the tables on him, doing what fear the great adversary will not. and that was to leave him, and accordingly one fine morn ing our jocular friend-awoke-to the startling fact of serious deficiency in that species of worldly riches which from it's naovable nature is denominated personal estate.
 The world is great filter, and the sighs, the tears, the groans, and all of mans troubles, to- gether, form the mass through which humanity must pass for publication, as water thro' the fl- ter, and gold, thro' fre,-if the water remains uncleaned and the mass cones-not out-gold -then-their purity has long since ceased to be.
 All are tried and must pass thro' the ordeal of earthly trials, and so Aunt Rosa must receive her portion tho it is much, and it came as the seer woman said,i it came sweeping over her heart an avalanche of agony-crowding down the years of sorrow and servitude, that were already test ing the heart strings to parting.
 "They must be sold" says the master. But they are my children" sobs the poor black mo- ther. |" You shouldn't have leunt to love them, -then-sIaces should never love, it's inconven- ient"
 Aunt Rosa, why didn't you think of that be- fore ?-didn't you never learn that mother should never have weakness, should never know or feel tear' for those she loved-her off spring? But you didn't think, and so the i'm mutable law of natdfe crept into your heart in spite of the inconvenience. And believing so thus they sold them.
 What if the mother does plead for her little one-what if her soul does yearn for them-no matter-it will not wound you, Aunt Rosa you're streng-it does not wiring the oak to rend from it the yine-and surely it will leave no trace upon your heart to unwind the tendrils of maternal love that have. rooted down to the very center of that heart! ,as
 Oh no! ! It will not wound to tear them out, altho' part and portion of the parent stem is torn from the whole. Aunt Rosa! Cease to mourn and plead, the beginning of time will re turn-soon as the master from his gain.
 They shall toll mid the cotton and the cane was spoken, and the cards were truthful. | Hark! waat sound was that? 'Tis the first note of the war song, spoken in thunder tones from the ramparts of Fort Moultrfe. It's echo rppled far away over the sea till it reached a far off continent waking millions into alarh,t IT. I Aunt Rosa the dark plumed bird has coiie s oft