Litchfield enquirer., 1864-04-28
-Bran" As spoke that word, my dog gave


 into the mill, put his fore feet on the bag
 was standing by, and kissed me on the chin " Why, Bran-Bran--old fellow, is that you name?' Bran Bran How delighted tht great beauty was ! He twisted his body likt whalebone, from side to side, jumping and careering with delight, and wagging his tai with tremendous velocity, barking all the while in rapid tremors of joy. too, was..so pleased and to find his name, that Bran and I ran races across the fields all the way home, not tirins of calling Bran ! and he barking furiously a, every cali, and jumping to kiss my hands. Al length he caught the parcel I was carrying and dashed ahead, throwing it up once or twice to catch it again in his mouth, trying to incite me to get it from him; but he got home first and carried my new thick shoes to my father l followed in few minutes, laughing and ex. cited.
 Why, father, l have found his name did you ever hear of dog named Bran ?
 Bran ? Why, of course, Alice; Bran was celebrated dog second to none of the canine worthies. Bran was the companion of Fin. gal. You shall read about him tonight in my Irish Legends;' remember, too, that there is all account of him besides in the Legends of the County of Clare How funny it is that the story there of his final disappearance contrasted romantically with his appearance here. It is asserted, if 1 remember the legend rightly, that, having chased snow white hart for many hours. Bran sprang after it into a small lake. The deer vanished on touching the water A beautiful lady appeared in its stead, laid her hand on the dogs head, aud submerged him forever; and the cliff from which he sprang is called Craig -a-Brin.'
 How splendid, father, that this dear old fellow is called Bran. Why, it is the same dog of course-I see it all. He swam, after sinking in the lake, under its banks, through a long cave of water that took hm years. How long ago is it-a century? Well, it took him years and years, and then he came out into the sea away of on the west shore of Ireland and emigrated, as every one does, from that country aud came here. No wonder hc was so tired Scotch girl--and Fingal his master, was really Seotclman, wasn't he, father put her hands round his body and rescued him How splendid A.i we must call the sea shore here, Saved Craig a Bran
 From thut tina. twn more nttachcl and sympa,hizing friends than Bran and l never existed. It was knight and lady. He was so devoted to my service always so generous, so considerate, so brave /; feeling perfectly se- cure iu his guardianship happy in his eon- pany proud, too, of his great courage and prowess, in so chivalric knight. Brau 1! B ran dear, dear Bran you lie buried now on that same seaside spot. Five years ago, you laid your noble head, grown gray and feeble, in my lap. as we sat on that same East hampton beach, and, with last grateful wag, and long, ,rsoft dream-like moan your eyes fading on mine the while, your life wen. out. For the first time on that beach l wept, and as one may weep for such friend ; and there, now as write, know the roll of the surf chants to your grave, for there is one whom you had lost once and found again, whom you loved as we'll as me. who had carried your deur old body down to the beach that day, and who laid you afterwards in grave as enduring as those in the old Northampton churchyard, close to the surf, on Saved Craig-a Bran
 The second summer after Bran was given to me hy the sea, was really gay ia East. hampton. There were more nice people there than ever before--from New York, Phila- delphia and Baltimore. One evening went up to the hotel to a hop, which was cx pected to be the gayest of the season. had been dancing, and being very warm, ask ed my partner to get me seat by the win. dow. The steady night breeze, in passing left some of its freshness where l sat could hear the erickets and katy aids; could see the grass silvered witk dew and moon. light. l enjoyed that, and yet could hear the bright conversation of my companion, and the laughter and chatter in the ball ll.room, and be aware of the dust and the heat, and the many fickering candles that surrounded the crowd. 1 was on its outskirts, and could ig nore at will its clamor and jangle for the deep booming of the ocean. do not know if was not growing deaf to the former, and rather conscious of the latter, when heard a familiar voice it was Mrs. Ralston 's--say
 Alice, you and Mir. Grant seem oblivlous Of quadrilles and polkas;' and, as 1 turned from tue window, she continued l wish to intro- duce to Miss Macdonald, Mir. Man
 I could not catch the name distinctly but an agreeable figure was lowing before ms. As the face was lifted saw my vision of the night of the storm-my constant companion, in spirit and fancy. of the last two years-in human body and expression. My emotions surged through me, bringing astonisbment, fear and delight. Whether my companion talked to me for five minutes or an hour, do not know ; what he said or whether I answered, do DO.