Litchfield enquirer., 1872-08-08
For the Enquirer. "A LEGEND. OF MUREMBuRG.

For the Enquirer.
 AsLEcEMD. OF MUREMBURG. AZ I4 tllsxalley of the Peqnitzs where across the E broad meadow lands Fsssg re4 e sr-u - "a the biue Franennihn muuntaina Nurenar burg. ths ancient, stands .s1 sEer ass
 Quaint old town of toll and traffic, quaint old town of art and song,
 Memories haunt thy pointed gables, like the rocks
 'ns' ns rouha them t shrong .s,,s *a...s *-yli1 1 zs H 13ssg4 5sa.-s~za-s,--- Long Jelloss. | 1t was a Christmas eye, many and many years ago: the sweet moon shed an un-
 wonted lustre over all the world, and ' seemed by her brightness to acknowledge
 the joyful anniversary of our Sayiour's
 nativity. 4E 4 Ls-a. st 4ssg ss-a h the ancient town of Nuremburg the
 pure snow lay piled upon the quaint ga- l bles of the houses, and hung in sparkling 1 Wreaths on the lofty pinnacles and gro- tesque carvings of the old cathedral, which lowered like trusty sentinel over the quiet town. It was cold, glttering evening; and an occasional sound of joy l ous revelry as some door opened for 8 moment, or the crisp tread of passer-by, was the only relief from the ruling silence: for the inhabitants of the town, with few exceptions, were making merry in warm houses, forgetful of the cutting air which made the poor and harmless shiyer in their rags. 7- @sr
 From the windows of the tall mansions that rose in antique glory above the streets, came sounds of laughter and mu- sic; while through the damask curtains could be seen the fair featured daughters of afiuence, and the costly habiliments of wealth; and the glad f1reiight gleamed from warm parlors in crimson bars across the cold, pitiless snow outside.
 It was early in the evening when an un- usually bright meteor trailed it's fiery pathway through the sky above the town, whose light expired just above the main tower of the cathedral, and left but the remembrance of it's glory. Shortly after, pale, emaciated youth came down the great steps of the holy edifce, clad in the habiliments of wanderer, when leaving the deep shadows he slowly passed down the street. Now and then he would pause for g moment, and gaze with abstraction upon the happy groups in some home of joy and wealth, until the tears filled his eyes, when he would turn and sadly move along. Of sudden he approached the entrance of great mansion, and with timid summons begged admittance. Sure ly, in such a noble dwelling hospitality must abide! -.. .s... .-...... -.5-
 ''Was there no place for him in the joy ous assemblage? Nohumble corner where he could catch a strain of the music or gaze unseen upon the luxurious festival?". Alas! driven out with invective and rude ness, he mournfully persued his way, while V Sssarurop snOne m hIs eye.
 Once again he paused at scene of hap piness and brilliancy, saying, ''Surely these will regard the cry of the wanderer and homeless one-will give me retired place where I may drink in the music and listen to the merriment, unobserved." Disappointed again! Away to your hoy ei sr the forests, with cant! we entertain no beggars here tonight" The grand portals closed upon the beseeching youth, and the music paused not in it's harmoni- ous career. Poor stranger! Monrnfully and tearfully he wended his way on, nor paused until the lights of the town were glittered like gems in the moonlight; while above, the stars twinkled and gleamed like bright, loving eyes upon the solitary youth. Everything seemed elate and hap py this Christmas eve, save the heart of the stranger, which was full of sorrow for a world in which was 80 much selishness and inhumanity. + -.f
 On and on he went, uutil at last, ht- tie cot hard by the roadside showed 8 glimmering rushlight in it's single window. With trembling hand he knocked, and hoped for shelter and welcome. No answer at first attended his summons. Hesitatingly he tried once more, when 8 subdued voice bade him enter Within, he found an old woman sitting by the bed
 side of little pallid sufferer, engaged in rehearsing the simple story of the infant Jesus, and soothing the dying child's last moments; while everything about beto- kened the direst poverty and want. Si- lently the stranger sought a corner, and gazed upon the affecting scene with tear of compassion upon his hollow cheek.
 The old woman, after finishing the sto- ry of the humble manger-born child, ca ressed the poor little sufferer, who had listened silently to her recital, and then turned her attention toward her guest. When she beheld his thin appare-his features pinched with cold, and suffering, she bade him draw near the scanty fire, and gave him kind welcome to such as she possessed. From small cupboard she produced little bottle of thin wine, which she had procured for the sickiy l child fwho would want it no more) piece of cured meat and a few acorns. These she set before him, and pressed him to partake of; wishing at the same time that her store was larger, 50 that his Christ mas supper might be happier one.
 The starving spectator of all this kind ness could not conceal his emotions of 1 joy and satisfaction; tears flleg his eyes in spite of an effort to repress them, over l flowing as it seemed with gratitude. He
 sat a moment speeches., and then, with 1 sweet voice said, ''See the humblest
 abode of this wide town have found the two greatest human virtues ' -unfeigned
 hospitality and charity. Thrice blessed
 are this dwellingand it's inmates forever ? Immediately his appearance changed: no
 furnishing wanderer was he, but a fair and | rad d;opf onnoI whosa countana,cn filled