Litchfield enquirer., 1872-07-11
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 A A few weeks since the editor of the Danbury News inadela circuit up the Naugatuck valley and down the shepaug Ghis circuit must not be confounded with Bailey's circus, less meritorious Dan- bury concern that has started up the Naugatuck since). We have watched the News carefully ever since, expecting a more readable chapter of travel than ordi- narily enlivens the heated term. Here it comes at last, under the title, 'sAs Seen from the Cars" and our anticipations are fully realized .s.sasasaa.ss- 5 We only have space for the subioined sketch of fLitchield. And here we must caution gour readers against believing quite all our enthusiastic Danbury friend says of us. It is a fact noted by the his torian Trumbnll and verified by Hollis ter, that 2 man going from Fairfield coun- ty to any other part of the known world always thinks he has discovered para disc. Neither of the Connecticut histori- ans can account for this fact; they mere 1ly record it. Add to this the illusion, presented by our lake and it's surround ings, of an oyster three Dsstes long lying in the half shell, and no wonder an arthodox Danbnrian saw his Gates Ajar. Thank heaven there was no illusion of pepper on that illusion of an oyster, or there would have been three mile race-a plunge and nary a cheerful Danbury News any more. t1 aatset7 fE .sFz.ss es
 r-B THE STAGE RIDE.
 At the station we found comfortable looking stage to transport the Litchfeld bound passengers up four and half miles of hill. But there is really nothing cheap about this trip. The stage and its trap pings, the horses and their driver, are in keeping with the dignity and history of grand old Litchfield, and in harmony with the gravity of it's eternal hills This is
 
 The road partly encircled the base of a hill before commencing the ascent. Ihad my mind prepared to cultivate the mem- ories of the scene we were entering upon to hold sweet converse with the notable characters who passed over this road in health and hope years ago, but who to- day are mouldering in distant graves like the commonest clay; but the contrarity of the cigar distracted my thoughts, and in- stead of purifying my soul by sacred mem- ories, fell to inventing terms of reproach for the man who invented the vicious weed. E"5 a rrE u. -
 And so we raised gradually up the smooth road, and by some snug farm houses, catching occasionally retrospective views of the sloping hills and their gor- geous shiftings of color and light that were magnificent in the extreme.
 There was wonderful quiet along the line, broken only by the sharp thud of the horses feet on the road, and the mellow creak of the vibrating stage. There was but little cultivation along the road. The fields were given over to pasture and the daisy, that flower whose fragrance is next to that of chalk. Once we passed party of men engaged in the national pastime of working out road-tax. They said noth- ing to us, but I imagine I detected on their faces the ripple of a smile as the stage caromed on the new-formed clods.
 I sat outside with the driver, from the same motive that led me to court the so- ciety of the baggage master. There was only one inside passenger. He kept very quiet for one third of the journey; then he gradually dropped into an easy and desultory conversation with himself which he kept up until we reached Litch6eld. He was pale, fat young man, and carried book under his arm. I didn't know whether he was a theologian in the ecstacy of pin n-feathering, or the murderer of Capt. Colvocoresses, searching for pinnacle on which to stand and curse his fate and count his plumber. Fe2 fsz '
 The driver sngeestad; soffn yBce. that the man might be crazy. As there was nothing between my back and the vagaries of the supposed lunatic but an oiled cloth, the suggestion set afloat visions of eight bladed knives that added an indescribable charm to the balance of the journey.
 But we reached the village without corpse, coming on it over ridge that re- vealed to us panoramic view of roof, spire, dome, and foliage so beautiful that the passenger beside the driver uncon- sciously held his breath. Even the ab- stracted man inside shut his book and said cit was getting devilish hot." -s Z '-
 We had come up thirteen hundred feet of hill, and were now dipping comfortably down into the valley that lay between us and the romantic ridge that held the homes and history of Ltchfeld. .
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 LITCHFIELD.- -F fs=..r.. Any one who has seen Newtown from the Housatonic railroad, and who may have had at some time in his life, glimpse of heaven, can combine the two memories