Litchfield enquirer., 1863-08-13
Keep Cool.


 state of excitement, and propensity to get
 high, by no means compatible with strict morality.
 Whether it was on account of the dr0ti, or fbecaase there was no draft, whether because it smelt something in the wind, or because there was no wind to smell, certain it is tEat the mercury in our office las been trying all the week to get out at the top of the lube to see "what the matter is and ye. have been obliged to keep two men and a boy constantly supplying freezing mixture around the bulb. By this means we have kept the heat below 100 deg.--ia our ss,netrm and perhaps saved the town from universal confagration before Fits time. But even now we are obliged to write with pieces of ice in our hat, and in each pocket, with boy pumping iced ink and-water into our inkstand, to keep it ard us from "dry- ing up." and candle extinguisher on the end of our pen handle, to prevent its taking fire from the heated brain above, and the friction from below, as we trace these rapid lines.
 This latter ezpedient, We beg leave to say, is perhaps rendered more necessary from the fact sof the close proximity of our editorial nose, which, during the past week, has attained such a fiery redness that we now light all our cigars by it, and would, in this connection, .modestly propose ourself to the public in general, ,and the venerable Secretary of the Navy in particular. as fit individual to pilot the Ship of State through the darkness, by simply following our own nose. ****!i!!
 We had gone on thus far in our. "copy' somewhat recklessly, and unconscious of out ward earthly things, when our unfortunate 'devil,' who was pumping into our inkstand as aforesaid, suddenly gave aghastly groan and disappeared. A grease-spot, and pair of No. g boots, lay upon our gorgeous sanctum carpet where he had stood, and we heard rattling noise, as that of dry bones, humping down our 'sanctum stairs. As quickly as possible we followed on after the noise and, reaching the bottom stair, what was our astonishment to see our late boy--of late, "so young, so fair, so beautiful ul'-now living skeleton, making the best of time -out.footing Time--with horrible strides, across the park, in the direction of the palatial Warehouse of our friend Billy Buel. We
 followed fast, and followed faster,' reckless of the evident fact that we were fol- lowing in the devils own tracks, and going to him as fast as ever we could. We hoped to chase him around the stump of the liberty pole, but he was too fast for us, fast as we are, and at last, breathless, exhausted, but not SO unhappy" we cornered hian and found him
 quietly seated upon a stool, in his bones as proud and happy as Bonaparte upon his throne, drinking soda waterl
 We recalled the words of the favorite hymn of our childhood:
 !. For Adams lost race there is opened Q foun-
 tain"
 Certainly our devi. belonged to the lost race we should say he was Host art" if he were not in life so art less; and here was the foun- tain where we found him.
 By means of g strict physiological and "cat- egorical" enquiry, we discovered that the pre- vailing heat had so affected our devils skeleton, that it had, in the words of the poet
 Burst the outward shell of sin," in other words, burned it's way out through the skin, and he was now pleasantly but decidedly soaking his bones" in the cooling beverage we have before mentioned.
 At that moment we envied even the "devil' his situation. It was evidently what he had not been accustomed to ct home. We wished we might follow his example, and, pulling off the flesh which doth but cucumber vain mor .tality for season-particularly the summer season-like him sit in our bones and drink soda! But, alas! what could we do? We were neither "saint or devil'-thatwe knew of --who could, at will, put on or put of our outer habiliments. Kind Reader, we did. the next best thing-we quaded the profsred soda, hob-nobbed with the adevil,p if yoa please putting. perchance, '.stick" in it to ward off possible evil-craft.
 It was powerful it was good, it was powerful good it went to the spot; that spot .sNameless here, forevermore p
 It eiferyesced-it overAowed-so of it's froth and foam, "and sound and fury, signifying nir" 4 < t4s.g., Z < but hot weathsr-you may readsabove TIE DRAFT, which was to have been made lat Headquarters in Bridgeport, on Saturday last, was postponed until Saturday next, 18th inst, when the towns of Torrington, Harwin- ton and Washington will probably be drawn. The postponemept Was matter of some dis appointment to several < first class" gentle men from Wolcottyille, who went down on the Saturday morning train, hoping to hear their names announced to fame; but it was clearly unavoidable, from view of the crowds of