Litchfield enquirer., 1865-04-27

iis tue "ooos' HI tAeir goiutH pufnage tune yellow leaves) were beginning to fall. and leave 1 the. brown black limbs bare, like Nature in her skeleton dress 4. ars+ ,# sf1- :.s. ;.4a 2
 Then stood up one oe those gentle fairies that are good to man. and blushed red as any rose while he told a modest story of one of his good deeds. s' It chanced upon tine," he
 said, ' that while we were looking cowslips in the meads, while yet the dew was hanging on the buds like beads, we found babe left in it's swalhiDg clothes-a little sorrowful, deserted thiug, begot of love, but begetting no love in
 others; guitless of shame but doomed to shame for its parents offence in bringing it by indi- rect courses into the world. It was pity to see the abandoned little orphan left to the world s care by an unnatural mother. How the cold dew kept wetting it's childish coats and its lit
 tie hair, how it was bedabbled, that was like gossamer? Its pouting mouth, unknowing how to speak, lay half opened ikea rose-lipped shell; and it's cheek was softer than any peach, upon which the tears, for very rouniness, could not long dwell but fell of, in clearness like pearls some on the grass, and some on his little hand {; and some haply wandered to the little dimpled well under his mouth, which Love him. self seemed to have planned out hut less for tears than for smilings. Pity it was, too, to see how the burning sun had scorched its help less limbs ; for it lay without shade or shelter, or mothers breast, for foul weather or fair. So, having compassion on it's sad plight, my fellows and turned ourselves into grasshoppers, and swarmed about the. babe, making such shrill cries as that pretty little chirping creature makes in it's mirth, till with our noise we at- tracted the attention of a passing rustic ten. der-hearted hind, who, wondering at our small but loud concert, strayed aside curlously, and found the babe, where it lay in the remote grass, and taking it up, Tapped it in his russet coat. and bore it to his cottage, where his wife kindly nurtured it till it grew up goodly per sonage. How this babe prospered afterwards, let proud London tell. This was that famous Sir Thomas Gresham, who was the chiefest of her merchants, the richest. the wisest. Wit ness hls many goodly vessels on the Thames, freigbted with costly merchandise. jewels from Ind. and pearls for couftly danes, and silks of Samarcand. And witness. more than all, that stately Bourse for Exchange) which he caused to be built, a mart for merchants from the east and west, whose graceful summit still bears in token Of the fairies fayols, his chosen crest the grasshopper. And, like the grasshopper. may it please you great king, to suffer us also to live. paftakers of the green earth !' .'''''
 he fairy had scarce ended his plea, when .s heard. Poor Puck or Robin Goodfelow. as he is sometirnas called-iad recovered little from his first fright. and. in one of his mad freaks, had perched u on the beard of old Time. which was flowing. ample and majestic; and was amusing himself with plucking ut a hair which was indeed SO massy, that it seemed to him that he was removing some huge beam of timber. rather thansa hair; which Time by some ill chance perceivin2, snatched up the inpish mischief with his great hand, and ask ed what it s9ns- ,;s ss.ss44-.4s : s :. X .Sza
 Alas v queth Puck, "a little random elf a n I, born in one of Natures sports a very weed, created for the simple. sweet enjoyment of myself, but for no other purpose, worth or need, that ever could learn, 'T,s that bobs the ungiers idle cork. till the patient inau Is ready to breathe curse. steal the morsel from the gossp's fork, or stop the sneezing chanter in mid psalm and when an infant has been born with hard or homely features. moth- CTS say changed the child at nurse but to fnlfll any eraver purpose l have not wit enough and hardly the will. am pinch of lively dust to frisk upon the wind; tear would make puddle of me; and SO tickle myself with the Iightest straw. and shun all grefs that might make me stagnsnt. This is my small phlloso- phy." '..t : Then Time. dropping him on the ground as thing 100 inconsiderable for his vengeance, grasped fast his mighty scythe and now, not alone, but the whole state of fairies, had gone to inevitable wreck and destruction, had not a timely apparition interposed. at whose bolduess Time was astounded for he came not with the habit or the forces of a deity, who alone might cope with Time, but as a simple mortal, clad as you might see forester that hunts after wild cronies by the cold moonshine; or stal
 ker of stray deer, stealthy and bold. But by the golden lustre in his eys, and the passionate wanness in his cheek. and by the fair and am- pie space of his forehead, which seemed pal ace framed for the habitation of all glorious thoughts, he knew that this was his great rival. who had power given him to rescue whatsoever victims Time should clutch, and to cause them to live for ever in his immortal verse. And, muttering the nane of Shakespeare, Time spread his roc-like wings, and fled the controlling presence ;and the liberated court of the fairies, with Titania at their head, focked around the gentle ghost, giving him thanks. nodding to him, and doing him courte>ies, who had crown ed them henceforth with permanent existence to live in the minds of men, while Verse shall have power to charm. or midsummer moons shall brighten.
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 What particular endearments passed between the fairies and their poet. passes my pencil to delineate but, if you are curious to be inform ed, must refer you. gentle reader, to the "Plea of the Midsummer Fairies most agreeable poem lately put forth by my friend Thomas Hood of the first half of which the above is nothing but meagre and a harsh prose ab stract. Farewell
 The aoords of Msrcury are harsh after the songs of Apollo. CHAs. LAMB. ,A
 p@r Why does father call mother honey ? asked boy of his elder brother. Can't tell 'cept it's because she has large comb in her head.
 Tom-Don't you think some verses wouli touch her, Charley-'0h, hang your verses, Tom, if you want to enjoy life. drop poetry and gals altogether, and join fire company. !"
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