Litchfield enquirer., 1874-01-01
the surroundings and hopes of an heir

for New England. was il large estate. In the meanwhile the real heir-unknown
 to his grandmother. the wilfnl widow be- fore mentionad-was in existence, and
 winning his way upward with q noble l courage and industry. The force of diff fering edueations in making or raarrlng two characters, both naturally good. is I the subject of the book before us. The readers of Dr. Hollands previous works l will not need to be told that the subject is treated in an earnest and practical man ner and in truly conscientious spirit.
 He does not believe Tn writing books with no more elevated motive than that of amusing a passing hour. In Arthur Bonnicastle the Doctor deals with some of the ordinary temptations of youth, and with some that probably would not be- set any but exceptional natures; but the whole is most valuable to the thoughtful reader. Though he may not always agree with the author in his conclusions, we must respect them as the judgments of a conscientious man and keen observer.
 It is not our purpose to detract ought from the zest of any future reader by giy- I ing an outline of the story. Among the characters the dearest and best delinea- ted, after that of the hero, are those of Arthur's father, young Livingston, the disgusting Mullens and the wilful Aunt.
 The latter is drawn with the sharp deci- l sive touch of a good etcher, who with a few strokes gives us, without shading or coloring, the full effect of an elaborate l portrait.
 MARJORIE DAw AND OTHER PEOPLE, by J. B. Aldrich; Osgood < Co.,, Boston.
 It IS apparently the wish of Mir. Aldrich to become known as an inventor of unex- pected climaxes. At least he has now sueh a reputation for surprising his read CTS that in no way could he so effectually surprise them as by allowing a story to end ''iust as they always knew it would" Nearly if not quite all the stories in the present volume have already been print ed in the Atlantic, and have been widely copied; some of them have been transla- ted into French and German. The stories are all of kind that every one enjoys taking up for a half hours amusement. Miss Mehitable's Son." and Quite So, g. have vein of tender pathos under the humor that causes one to remember how naoFfxy gslar 1rrl,t topi ic obf t<,k kaa
 The early morning train from Dan bury, leaves at half-past six. This is a very seasonable hour in the summer. when people are stirring, birds enrolling their melodies, and the incense from the newly awakened flowers filling the air and in- spring the senses. But in the winter time, with animal and vegetable life dead, the air raw aud chilly the matches mis- laid, ana gloomy darkness wrappins the fstt's Sf= sa1e ssrsz, 1f with pull, haff- past six o'clock a. m. is very unreason- able and disagreeable hour, and the man who has occasion to leave home on that train may easily be pardoned the uneasi- ness unavoidable the day before. Our.le- gal friend, Prince, recieved information Friday which made it necessary that he should be in New York before Saturday noon. He contemplated the early start with some m1sgiving, and determined to make the best preparation forit by getting to bed early. Some people would not have thought of this and remained up un- til their usual hour, and either over-slept themselves, or have awakened unrefreshed or depressed. MT. Prince went to bed at 9 o'clock, and got to sleep about half-past eleven. When he awoke it was at the earnest solicitation of Mrs. Princes toes which were digging vigorously into his back, while Mrs. Princes hand and Mrs. Princes voice were otherwise engaged in his interests, MT Prince jumped up at once, and inquired the time, which Mrs. Prince was not able to inform him exactly but was quite confident by the general feeling and looks that it was hard on to car time. MT. Prince snatched up his clothes at this, and flew into the sitting room, and straightway got into his clothes and then examining his watch, found that it was ten minutes past twelve. By crackey," said MT. Prince, and immedi- ately returned to bed, and encasing his head beneath the clothes preserved moody silence in answer to Mrs. Princes enquiries. It finally dawned on that ex- cellent lady that the hour was too early, and she soon went to sleep. But there was no immediate sleep for her husband.
 He felt gloomy and dissatisfied, and seemed weighed down with the impres- sion that he was to miss the train in spite of all he could do to avert the calamity. He carefully reviewed his past life, ar raigning himself as a student, to see if there was anywhere in his record an act, word, or thought, which by the finest ingenuity could be distorted into a crime for rxubi ioIo fhrc 1acirnr fbo 1,o considered a fitting judgment. But in vain he went over the past for such prov- ocation, and finally assigning the cause to dispensation Of fate none of us can avert he, too, fell asleep.-W When he awoke again he found Mrs. Prince's toes at his back, and Mrs. Princes hands on his shoulders, and Mrs. Princes voice in his ear, and vivid impression on his mind that the train had gone, or that the whis- tie would sound before he could get out of bed. But he arose and hurried into the sitting room with show of interest, and drawing on his clothes, again consul ted his watch with an air of desperation, and ascertaied that it was just two clock. He didn't say 'tBy Crackey!" this time. But Is no matter what he said He skipped back to the bedroom without any loss of time, and appeared before Mrs. Prince with lamp in one hand, and lot of clothes in the other, and with good deal of fire in his eye. But he blew out the light in silence. and then getting back into bed, gioomily urged her not to do that again or her oficious- ness might cost her pain. The next time | he aroused himself. It was four o'clock. l This was little earlier than was absolute ly necessary, but for fear of missing the train, he remained up. First carefully dressing himself, he kindled the fire in the kitchen, and thought of the excellent breakfast he was to carry with him, while Mrs. Prince lay and slept. At half past seven she awoke of her own accord, and
 finding the broad day light streaming into the window, jumped up with sincere regret that Prince had gone without a
 warm breakfast, and pictured to herself during the toilet, the aching void he would carry with him through the streets of the
 metropolis. Then she thought of his