Connecticut western news., 1873-08-29

Get your Ratchel packed for yon must die. | Behold the place where thou must shortly lie, Here lies my body. my soul is gone, Get ready quick, and come along"
 "Mischievous youths a warning have AS they pass o'er this lowly grave,
 Ishook my hat at fathers ram,
 He came my way-and here am.''
 But Pease does it. He slings off columni of stuff in the midst of such eurroundingi surroundings that would squeleh the Danbuty man in a minute, and make him as solemn as Whltelaw Reid. As for be- holding the place where he "must shortly lie, ,' he says he can lie almost anywhere, and he don't mind the warning bit. He says in some respects they are the very best neighbors, for although they don't get much jobwork done, they never call round with flashing eyes to inquire 'who wrote thGt item sir," or get mad and stop their paper because it's politics are too strong or too weak. This may be true. but we should prefer more hilarious neighborhood and shall always take up the NEWS hereafter with a cold chill.
 Bright and early Saturday morning we were off to the Twin Lakes, famous re- sort for fishing parties and pleasure seek CTS. After the lakes we visited Landon's furnaces. where Mir. Landon-at an age when most men are held down by grave stone from jumping up and cuf6ng their quarreling heirs-is still making iron. We met the old gentleman, lord of all he sur more years of active life. Over near Lakeville are the famous ore beds from which the renowned Salisbury ore has been taken for hundred years, and the supply seems still inexhaustible. At Lakevile, where Gov. Holley has handsome and ex- tensive place overlooking the lake, we found Berkshire boy making himself useful, as they all do. MT. Fish of Lee, has charge of the books and shipping of the cutlery works. and the place fairly glitters with the polished blades. At Lime Rock. thriving village, Barnun,, Richard son & Go. make car wheels, and we saw the process of moulding and casting them. Eighty car wheels of about 800 pounds each are made every day, and it is hot and heavy work. In the upper rooms of one of the foundries steel yards are manufac- tured by the thousand, under the superin- tendence of Mir. Crowell, a kind and atten. tive gentleman who showed us over the premises. MT. Crowell has invented wa ter wheel that is destined we should say. to
 
 man Barnum has telegraph wire connect ing his office with the outside world, SO that on election nights he may know how big his majority is. From Lime Rock to Falls Village is pleasant drive. by shaded roads, and there is some of the best scenery in the state spread out ln valley, mountain and plain. The objective point of this ride was the new car works of the Housatonic railroad company. The Ames cannon manufactory, which the company pur- chased and have made into these shops, was rare bargain at the price, though vast amount of expenditure was necessary 70 put them into their present shape. Sub stantlal and new buildings have been put up and they are now completely fitted for all sorts of car work and employ about 75 hands in building and repairing. Master Mechanic Morris presides here, and we found another son of Berkshire, Dir. Thom- as Lockwood, lately of Lee. filling the place of telegraph operator and book keep CT, and wearing the title of champion cro- quetist of the settlement. The locomotive "New Milford" is on the stocks for repairs and will shortly be turned out as good as new. Next winter the company will build a number of passenger cars, of which pos sibly one or two may be of the palace des- cription.
 At the Falls Village depot we were con- pelled to bid adieu to Friend Pease. We wept on his bosom as the last moment of our two days companionship approached, and he stole our sleeve buttons as token of affection and esteem while we were sob ping oyer bottle of ginger ale.
 It was painful separation, as we hadn't seen each other for more than two weeks before, and we don't expect to see him again until he's read this and comes up, possibly with hostile intentions. But at last he tore himself away, leaped into the buggy behind his fleet charger and sped recklessly up the hill in cloud of dust.
 Our train was not due for an hour or two and it was dreary business waiting for it, though for awhile the scenery was inter esting for one looked over fruitful valley down which the liver glides. By and by night dropped down, lightning bugs twink led over the meadows and the village bellies came round to the depot to airt with the village boys who congregated there. The depot seems to be the great sparkling head quarters of the town, and rural couples by platform, laughing, chatting and gossiping and staring at strangers. They seemed perfectly happy, as we hope they were, and they f1irted with one another like young rogues as we have no doubt they are. It was entertaining to locker on of course, but we were heartily glad to step on board our good friend Conductor Thomas train, and although Brother Pease had made our visit the happiest two days of our lives, we were glad to reach our own cosy sanctum where, instead of grave stones to haunt and ghosts to gibber, we see brick and mortar of growth, life and prosperity on every hand, and live, enterprising and inhabitants.