Litchfield enquirer., 1871-08-10

in as high pursuits as their husbands, but enjoy the fruits of their labor. we may hope that such Lilies of the Valley as Mrs. Stowe describes may become as scarce in New England as they were century since. We might venture to hope, too, that when the sexes are associated together in all matters of serious business and in- terest, they will come to really understand each other better than they now do, and Shat such intercourse, imprisoned by gal lantry on one side and fattery on the oth- CT, will lead to honest friendships, and in- intimacies very different from those treated of in French literature. .-.
 AN EARLY COURTSHIP.
 We extract the following spicy children's courtship from Charles Reade's Terrible Temtation" now publishing in Epery Sat- urday: .. s'Well." Compton: 4
 'Are you better, dear?" ....
 "I'm very well, thank you." said the boy.
 "In your mind, mean. You were cross last time, you know" Compton remembered his mothers les sons about mauly behavior, and said, in a jaunty way, "Well, I s'pose l was a little cross" Now the other cunning little thing had come to apologize, if there was no other way to recover her admirer. But on this confession, she said, 70, if you are sorry for it, forgive you. You may come and l talk" .I -t..-- .t Then Compton came and stood on the gate, and they held long conversation and, having quarrelled last time. parted now with rather violent expressions of at. tachment. - 2
 After that they made friends and laid their little hearts bare to each other: and it soon appeared that Compton had learned more, but Ruperta had thought more for herself, and was sorely puzzled about many things, and of vastly inquisitive mind. ssWhy'' said she, sis good things so hard and bad things so nice and easy? It would be much better if good things was nice and bad ones nasty. That is the way I'd have it, if could make things"
 MT. Compton shook his head and said many things were hard to understand. and even his mamma sometimes could not make out all the things.
 "Nor mine neither; puzzle her dread full. I can't help that; things shouldn't come and puzzle me, and then l shouldn't puzzle her. Shall.I tell to you my puzzles i and perhaps you can answer them, because you are boy. I can't think why it is wicked for me to dig in my little garden or Sunday, and is n't wicked for Jessie tc cook and Sarah to make the beds. Gam think why mamma told papa not to be cross, and when 1 told her not to be cross she put me in dark cupboard all among the dreadful mice, till screamed so she took me out and kissed me and gave me pie. Can't think why papa called Sally ''Something" for spilling the ink over his papers, and when I called the gardener the very same for robbing my flowers, all theil hands and eyes went up, and they said was shocking girl. Can't think why paps giggled the next moment, if I was shock ing girl: it is all puzzle zle.' &
 One day she said, "Can you tell me where all the bad people. are buried? fo, that puzzles me dreadful. :"
 Compton was posed at first. but said al last he thought they were buried in the churchyard, along with the good ones.
 70 indeed! said she, with an air of pity.
 "Pray, have you ever been in the church yard, and read the writings on the stones?
 s'No."
 .'Then have. have read every single word; and there are none but good people pathetically, ''You should not answer me stead of so hard. Well, one comfort, there are not many wicked people hereabonts they live in towns; so suppose they are buried in the garden, poor things, or put in the water with stone."
 Compton had no more plausible theory ready, and declined to commit himself to Ruperta's; so that topic fell to the ground. One day he found her perched as usual, but with her bright little face overloaded. By this time the intelligent boy was fond enough of her to notice her face.
 "What's the matter. 'Perta?"
 ''Ruperta. The matter? Puzzled again It is very serious this time."
 "Tell me. Rnperta." se5 l 'sNo, dear"
 | "Please,'
 The young lady fixed her eyes on him, and said. with pretty soiemnity, "Let us play at Catechism. '' @
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 ssThe governess asks questions, and the good little boy answers. That's Catechism. I'm the governess. es- as s.Then I'm the good little boy" rs. ]" Yes, dear; and so now look me full in the face.'. ss 9s22 L"- 7@ " tsThere-you're very pretty, Ruperta. 2
 '''Don't be giddy; I'm hideous; so behave, and answer all my questions. O, I'm so unhappy. Answer me. is young people, or old people, goodest?" g.-
 "You should say best, dear. Good, bet ter, best. Why, old people, to be sure much" ..g sA
 sSo thought; and that is why am so puzzled. Then your papa and mine are much betterer-will that do?-than we are?"
 "Of course they are"
 s'There he goes! Such child for an- swering slap bang never"
 .I'm not child. I'm older than you are, Ruperta. ]" "s rs aas a,
 '.That's g story" ~ lfH s s
 ssWell, then, m as old; for Mary says we were born the same day-the same hour -the same minute. /" s aa 'sLa! we are twins"
 She paused, however, on this discovery, and soon found reason to doubt her hasty conclusion. s'No such thing" said she; ssthey tell me the bells were ringing for you being found, and then I was found to