Litchfield enquirer., 1871-12-21

inths Colonies, and to different parts of
 England, in the hope of finding some cIne
 her story; but, strange to say, without
 arail.
 Several months had passed away since
 duins death. and Gertrude still contin- ned to laugh at her idle thoughts, to roam ] up and down the garden. among the flowers and trees, prattling to them as she would to playmates, humming snatches of faint l ly remembered songs. One evening in the middle of Noyem- Der. she disappeared. Immediately search waa made. but no trace of her could be found Far and wide the country was searched without snccess. by those who had come to take an interest in her. At last, enquiries were made at the ports from which the Colony ships sailed, when it was ascertained that vessel had de- parted some weeks before, bearing pas senger who answered nearly to the des- Icription of Gertrude; and this was all that was known of her subsequent history, on that side of the ocean, until some time af- terwards, when communication was open ed between her parents and her English friends.
 She had indeed embarked as was sup posed. She had wandered away with 8 lingering remembrance of her simple home in the wilderness; and pledging some arti- ole of jewelry for her passage, safely ar rived at New Haven in the middle of De- cember, without friends or money. But the thought of home had grown upon her feeble recollection, and given her desper- ate courage to overcome all obstacles that lay between her and that blessed place of rest. Her simple mind could not caleu- late the danger of the way; it pictured vaguely awarm happy ireside- the famil- lar tones of faffectionate parents the pres- ence of loved ones, and this was enough l How she obtained subsistence, know not. Probably-her sweet face and gentle request won it without difficulty. With an eager heart she set out in the direction of Litchfeld Though the snow was deep. and the way obscure and dan- gerous, she toiled along, until after much suffering, she arrived at the village of Mattatuck or Waterbury. Here, several Compassionate people offered to assist her; but she would impart no information as to her designs, except to reply that she Was seing home! After 8 nights rest at Mattatuck, she started, with the mornino in northerly direction guided by sort of intuition rather than by any actual knowledge. The sky was grey, and the air chill; the way was very difficult, but she labored on. Sometime before noon it began showing, lightly at first, but soon fast CT and thicker. The distant hills and forests. which had stood out utinsharp cold outline all the morning, were now obscured by the white veil that fell in spotless folds from l the dark clouds. A gust of chilling wind l swept through the woods, and then a con- tinuous gale. The snow sifted through the bare branches, and whirled along the plains, but, with freezing blood, Gertrude toiled on, needing not the danger that frowned upon her on every side. Home was before her ! and this was her only thought The shades of evening gathered in, and the storm ragged harder Above -around-nought was to be seen
 but the sitting snow; no glimering light,
 or sheltering roof
 Did she realize her situation? Did she
 appreciate her danger? no one can ever tell! asr
 The poor girl was almost in sight of
 home; but she must slumber a deadly stupor seized her senses, and she sank down upon the piti1ess snow; passing in- I to the repose that has no ending.
 She was found with smile upon her
 face, from which all traces of insanity had fled, and, amid the tears and sighs of those who knew her, Gertrude was laid at rest in acorner of the West Burial Ground, in an unmarked grave, long since forgotten. So farewell to thee Gertrude farewell to thee | nowi
 With the bright SHOW wrapp'd round thee, O, sweet be thy rest
 For thy soul was as pure as the wreath on thy l brow, 4
 Or the snow gem that sparkles so cold on thy I breasti
 With the music of birds, the warm seasons shall 1 come;
 And the blossoms of Summer, that beautiful train;
 But thy spirit, no music can charm from it's home, And the fairest of flowers shall come not again !! MISCELLANEOUS ITEMS. Connecticut has peat enough to supply