Litchfield enquirer., 1869-04-15

Then, up come the half-dozen passen
 gers who are going ashore at Queenstown, and up comes the Mail Agent in charge of the bags, and up come the men who are to carry tho bags into the Mail Tender that will come of for them out of the harbor. Lamps and lanterns gleam hero and there about the decks, and impeding bulks are Knocked away with handspikes, and the port-side bulwark, barren but moment ago, bursts into crop of heads of seamen, stewards and engineers. sia oa 13f .a7Es1 ] 7'
 The light begins to be gained upon, be. gins to be alongside, begins to be left astern. More rockets, and between us and the land, steams beautifully the Inman steamship, City of Paris, for New York, outward bound. We observe with compla.
 cency that the wind is dead against her Git being with us), and that she rolls and pitches. (Ths sickest passenger on board is most delighted by this circumstance.)
 Time rushes by, as we rush on, and now
 we see the light in Queenstown harbor, and now the lights of the Mail Tender coming -out to us. What vagaries the Mail Tender performs on the way, in every point of the compass, especially in those where she has no business, and why she performs them, Heaven only knows At length she is seen plunging within cables length of our port and is being roared at through our speaking trumpets to do this thing, and not to do that. and to stand by, the der indeed. Then, we slackening amidst a deafening roar of steam, this much-abused
 Tender is made fast to us by hawsers, and the men in readiness carry the bags aboard and return for more, bending under their
 burdens, and looking just like the paste
 board figures of the miller and his men in
 the theater of our boyhood, and comport- ing themselves almost as unsteadily. All
 the while the unfortunate Tender plunges high and low. and is roared at. Then the Queenstown passengers are put on board
 of her, with infinite plunging and roaring, and the Tender gets heaved up on the sea to that surprising extent that she looks
 within an ace of washing aboard of us, high and dry. Roared at with contumely to the last, this wretched Tender is at length let go, with g, final plunge of great ignominy,
 and falls spinning into our wake.
 l The Voice of Conscience resumed its do- .minion as the day climbed up the sky, and kept by all of us passengers into port; kept
 by us as we passed other lighthouses. and dangerous islands of the coast. where some of the officers, with whom stood my watch
 had gone in sailing ships in fogs (and of
 which by that token they seemed to have quiet and affectionate remembrance,) and past the Welch coast, and past everything
 and everywhere lying between our ship and
 her own special dock in the Mersey. Of which, at last, at nine of the clock, on q fair evening early in May, we stopped, and thelVoics ceased. iq Avery curious sensa- tion, not unlike having my; own ears stop ped, ensued upon that silence; and it was
 with no less curious sensation that went
 over the side of the good tCunard ship: Rus
 sia (whom prosperity attend through all
 her voyagesD, and surveyed the outer hull of the gracious monster that the Voice had inhabited. So, perhaps, shall we all, in the spirit, one day survey the frame that held the buster Voice from which my va grant fancy derived this similitude.-Eoer, tSalurday. ...,. ..,...+-...... .-