Litchfield enquirer., 1862-04-10

performance never before exhibited on any stag,
 it was called the dance of friendship, invente
 by Monsieur Perote, and immensely improve
 by Signor Sarfuico.
 1 The two on the. rope immediately began t
 put themselves in dancing position they wer
 both in the full dress of the period, with lace ru fes bag wigs, and swords. The eyes of the whol
 house were fixed on them. Signor Sarfuico wa
 still grand, but in beginning the dance of friend ship, he seemed to have some difficulty with hi
 feet. Perote had perceived this, and made som
 remark. which nobody else could hear; but ! aroused the Italian anger. He raised lis han, 1 as if to strike him ; the same instant, Perotei rapier was drawn, and before the audience could comprehend that they had actually quar relied, Sarfnico's hanger was out also, and .they thrusting at each other on the tight rope. A pil might have been heard falling in the crowded house, where everybody sat still in his place. ga zing up at the two fighting in the air. How they kept their footing, the genius of mischief only knows. The concentrated hatred and nal ice of their faces was fearful to see up there il the 1ickering lamplight. Pass after pass, iungt after lunge, they made ct each other with thu rapidity of lightning. Both were good swords men, but Perote was the best of the two :; ht warded off the Italians thrusts with his small rapier, and positively seemed more certain o his footing than before the quarrel began; til Sarfuico, making one desperate lnge, received $ back-stroke which threw him off his balance, and at the same moment attempted to grapple Perote. A cry of horror rose from the specta- tors ; but some power had interfered in their be half. for there was the Italian hanging to the rope by his feet, and the Frenchman holding on to it with both his hands. {" Look, ladies and gen tlemen," he cried, with face of triumph suff- cient for having saved Christendom " behold how l have perriled my life, and still more my fame. to unmask deceat and yindcate science Look at the straps attached to his shoe-soles and passed over the rope, whose great-grand father performed before Henri Quatre. Iguess ed it-l knew it, through the inspiration of my science and die happy since the villain is un masked"
 Monsieur Perote did not die happy or other wise on that occasion. Before his parting speech was done, the spectators had recovered their senses sufficiently to give the alarm, and rush to the rescue with ladders fire-escapes, and feather-beds to be fallen upon. He was got safe- ly down so with Sarfuico, though it proved a more difficult business, and the doctors never could understand why he did not die of apoplexy From that evening however his glory had de parted-a fact of which the the last of the mo- ble Florentine family was so sensible that he departed also without sound of trumpet, and to the regret of several tradesmen. His now suc- cessfu rival made a longer stay and good deal of noise about the unn1asking but the whole scene cured the Dublin world of fashion of it's fancy for such performances. One knows not not what Blonten may effect, but the like have uIarn nor tho pIo of ho royal city. since they happened to wtness' a duel on the tight rope.
 HOW MR. BEECHER LOST Ills BOOTS
 The following is in Henry Ward Beecher's best vein
 The difference hetwcen and is not very great; ouly single unit. And yet that differ ence has power over mans whole temper, con venience and dignity. Thus, at Buffalo, my boots were set ou. at night to he blacked. In the morning no boots were there. though all the neighboring rooms had been served. rang. rang twice. A pretty hotel-nearly eight o'clock, going out at nine, breakfast to be eaten and no boots yet' The waiter came, took my somewhat emphatic order, and left Every min ute was an hour. It always is when you are out of temper. A man in his stocking feet in the third story of hotel finds himself restricted in locomotion. l went to the door, looked up and down the hall, saw frowsy chambermaids saw afar of the master of the coal scuttle saw gen tlemen walking in bright boots, unconscious o the privileges they enjoyed, but did not see any one coming with my boots. .. ..-a
 A German servant at length came round and ruddy-faced, very kind and good natured, honest and stupid. He informed me that gentleman had already taken boots No 7S (my number j. He would hunt him up; thought he was break fasting. Here was a new vexation. Who was the man who had taken my number and gone for my boots? Somebody had them on, warm and nice, and was enjoying his coffee, while walked up and down, with less and less patience who had none too much at first. No servant returned. l rang again. and sent energetic and stoccato messages to the office. Some watel had been spilled on the floor. stepped in it burned you. Unpacked my valise for new stock ings. Time was speeding. It was quarter pas, eight; train at nine, no boots, and no breakfast l slipped on pair of sandal rubbers, too large by inches for my naked foot, and while shuf fled along the hall they played up and down or my feet. First, one shot off; that secured. the other dropped on the stairs; people that met looked as if they thought that 1 was not well over last nights spree.
 It was very annoying. Reached the office and expressed my mind. First, the clerk rang the bell three times furiously, then ran forth himself, met the German boots, who had boots 79 in his hand, narrow and long, thinking, per haps could wear them. Who knows but 7s had my boots? Some curiosity was beginning to be felt among the bystanders. It was likely that should have half the hotel inquiring after my boots abhor scene. Retreated to my room. On the way thought that would look at room No. ITS boots. Behold they were mine! There was the broken pull straps the patch on the right side, and the very shape ol my toes-infalible signs! The fellow had mark ed them v, and not 78. And all this hours tu mutt arose just from the difference between and g.. s5szs
 I lost my boots, lost the train, lost my temp CT, and of course, lost my good manners. Eve rybody does that loses temper. But boots on breakfast served. cup of coffee brought peace and good will. The whole matter took a Judi crous aspect. moralized upon that infirmity that puts mans peace at the mercy ofa Dutch mans chalk. Had he written 78, I would hays been good natured man, looking at Niagara Falls in it's winter dress. He wrote n, and fumed, saw only my falls, and spent the day il Buffalo? s sg ;51t ss
 Are not most of the pets and rubs of life sucl as this? Few men could afford to morrow, tt review the things that had vexed them yester day. We boast Of being free, yet every mar permits the most arrant trifes to rule and rid, him. A man that is vexed and angry turns th, worst part of him into sight, and exhibits him self in huffoon's coat and fools cap and walk forth to be jeered! And yet ones temper doe worse by him than that. And men submit to it not once, but often, and sometimes every day I wonder whether these sage reflections vii make me patient and quiet the next time m,