Litchfield enquirer., 1862-04-03


 And Joys says if you don't obey this message, Hali mock you stifer'n n Bolony sassags! Nov stir your stumps for Latium. and Dc spry IT With that, he vanished in the sky -blus sky. A shiyer ran through Eneas'es ossibus, 279 His speechless vox stuck in his ehattsring fsuci- The hair stood sndwise on his powdered vio. Like quilts upon the fretful porcupir: His siitiation's awkward and unpleasant He wants to go, and then again he dassent :-- At length he calls Mnestheus, and Sereestus. E And likewise also excellent Serestus, And they fit cut their vessels on the sly. And seek 10 leave those parts in secrecy. But Dido smelt the Trojan strategem, e 296 And like Fury thus pitched into him; .Oh you perfgeous willin! will you play This heartless game all unbeknown to mel Will not our love, will not my given hand, i xs Will Dido's tears not stay you in my land VIII you attempt the: wintry winds to brave, E And spread your sails upon the hetreacherous wave, Whore force sea-wolvss are rollicking and snarl- sa. ing. t Where hungry sharks will pasesriss my darling. {. By this great grief, that now my bosom xrings, By love, and truth and VOWS, and all them things, Proceed, do adjure you, to relent! as4' For if you don't. I certainly shall faint !' '5, Says Eneas, "I am your most obedient, 33S But to stay here don't seem to be expedient. Wher'er I wander on this earthly ball, always wiI say you're gay old gal. l didn't exactly mean to sneak away But then again, haint agreed to stay: The ghost of my progenitor, Anchises, Each night beside my troubled couch arises,-- The gods command me to get out of this, <. E" Oh monster ]" cries the disappointed woman
 itsSs .%..5. t..,s . s6s {. No goddess is thJ mother, nor no .hnmanI f But thou vast born out of the finiy reck. ,tt 4 And fierce Hyrcsnean tigers gave thee suckl Now, now, great Juno, see this savage creature: He don't exhibit one redesming fsature! 5. q. took him, shipwrecked on my friendly shore, entertained him like an emperor. esA Got up supper, fed his lousy crew, a And heard his egotistic yarn clear through. You talk about obeying Jove's ideeree,- j. Flapdoodle! what pious man you be! We'll, go, and leave me, lone and destitute: will not argufy with such Q brute! il s.f :, But if the gods are worth 6 single nickel, 1 hope they'll give you an eternal pickle And my indignant ghost, when am dead, Shall ride your conscience like a pig of lead !'' Completely overcome by rage and passion, 391 She tainted in the most distangay fashion;% The hescreaming maidens bear their prostrate Queen Unto bed, with eroshay countsrpane,-- These read the homeopathy book. while those Hold . cologne, jar to her pallid nose. $s When, in the morning, from her palace towers .ar. .4ta1. p. 5SA She saw his lessening, sails, and flashing oars, She tore her golden locks in ecstasy, af, l And pounded on her breast considerably:
 Oh Jupiter shall this man get away ]. Spread sails bring frebrands! Ah! what dol 1 say!
 Why did 1 not revenge me while he stayed? 1 might have found his flint heart with my blade Deaconed his pug -nosed boy, while I was able And fricassed him for his fathers table,
 But now l writhe in impotent dismay,
 While he goes, (dum it, on his heartless way p Her bloodshot eyeballs roll, while thus sht I speaks, fF.4' &t1+ "1
 And purple spots suffuse her quivering cheeks She mounts, with wild impetuosity,
 A funeral pile some A feet high,-
 Made of pitch pine, at least 20U cords And thus pronouness these, her latest words r" Behold, go the way of all mankind. I've done the work by changeless Fate assigned live built city, seen my finished towers-- $. Oh that the Trojan had not touched my shores 1!
 With these remarks, the deadly dirk she grabs,
 And hits herself severial powerful jabs: 66
 Forth leaps the boiling life-blood and the crow
 Their fallen Queen behold, with clamors loud:
 Loud clamors, and loud lamentations rise,
 Roar through the city, and assault the skies. Thrice she supports herself upon her elbow, And strains her eyes, to see her infdeL beau,- Thrice does she seek the blazing light of day,
 And, having found it, grooming turns away.
 Then Juno, plying her agony. 69 Sent Iris down, the struggling soul to free.
 The dewy Iris, on her saffron wings, With thousand radiant encolorings,
 Shot through the vapors, with immortal speed And stood above the death-devoted head. l"This lock to Plutos realms I bear away,
 And now release thee from this ruined clay" So saying, she cut the lock of golden hair,
 And life departed on the sghtless air.