Connecticut western news., 1874-07-03

So Allah thank for the mare ride
 The Lord for the wine drink.
 
 THE YOUNG VOYAGERS.
 "Come, Annie, come Jenny. Come aboard my ship, and we'll have jolly nice sal this afternoon. I'll be a sea captain, like my father. and show you how he sails that great packet ship across the ocean. Come, girls, get in Annie, you shall be my mate, and little Jenny shall be cook and steward. |"
 The speaker was handsome, fair haired, 1osy-cheeked boy, with bright, laughing blue eyes, about ten years old, who, during his address, was busily engaged in rigging the mast and sail to ships launch, which was made fast to the beach in one of those secluded, pic turesque little coves, or inlets, with which the south shore of Long Island, between Fire Island and Rookaway, is so plentifully indented.
 The boys companions were two little girls of eight and six years, beautiful as angels, and so exactly like their brother in every feature, that they seemed as perfect copies-all but the long, sunny ringlets-of his exquisite face.
 Annie, the elder girl, bounded light ly into the boat at her brothers first invitation, and began assisting him about the sail. But little Jenny-who was tugging along great basket filled with pies, sweet cakes and fruits, which they had brought from cottage not far of, for a little picnic dinner hesitated and held back in silence, till her brother urged her again to get into the boat, when she began to argue with him thus
 "Oh, Willie, don't let us go in the boat to- day There is so much wind, and we might be-"
 "You are 8 little coward, Jenny, to be afraid" interrupted the young cap- tain, impatiently. It is the pleasant est day we've had in month and it's so late in the fall, that if we don't go to-day, I'm sure we shall not get an other chance this year. Come, Jenny, don't be frightened-jump in p
 "Oh, I'm not at all afraid, brother. " And child as she was, little Jenny's cheeks glowed, for few moments, with deeper vermilion tint, at the implied question of her courage by her brother. "I am not in the least afraid, Willie. But you know, mother has often told us that we must not go in the boat when it blows hard all I'm afraid of is disobeying her."
 "Then you may come into the boat without fear, sister; for mother told me I might sail this afternoon, not five minutes before we left the house."
 "Yes, I know that, Willie: but that was two hours ago, when it was almost calm. It blows great deal harder now, and am sure mother would not like us to go away from the shore in the boat when there is such high wind. ?
 "Oh, nonesense, Jenny have been all about the cove when it blew great deal harder than this. Mother, you know, says am the best sailor along the coast, and just as we'll able to judge when the weather is fit to go on cruise as she is. Come, sister, we can't get drowned, for the water is so shallow now at ebb tide, and with this west wind, that we could wade anywhere about the cove"
 Thus persuaded, Jenny passed her basket to her brother, aud then clam bering into the boat herself, she took a seat beside Annie, in the stern sheets, and soon the launch was under way.
 She was great, heavy, clumsy boat as all of her class usually are-with a single lug sail of heavy canvas alto gether i'll calculated for 8 pleasure craft. But little Willie Walton man. l aged her with consummate skill for so young commander, and they had made several stretches across the cove, when, as they were passing the inlet that open ed out seaward, Annie's eyes rested up on the bright, blue waves of the Allan tic far out beyond the discolored water ] along the coast, and clapping her hands with a sudden ecstasy of infan- tile joy, she exclaimed,-
 70, Willie, Willie Let us go out there and sail on that beautiful blue ocean Won't it be grand? So much prettier than this little, dirty cove, with the bare sand banks all about us. Willie sprang to his feet, and, gazing out into the offing, his bright eyes lit up with the enthusiasm caught from his sisters words, and he instantly re- plied,-
 "We'll go out there, and have glori- ous sail-iust like the great ships and steamboats that we see go by."
 "Oh, don't go out there, brother P interposed little Jenny, her cheek grow ing pale as the delicate lily. "Don't go, Willie! Mother will be angry with us."
 "Mother will do no such thing, Jenny. She will be proud of us, to think we have been out on the big ocean all alone. can very easily come back with the flood tide that'l soon be setting in."
 And, without further argument, the reckless boy put his helm up, eased of the sheet, and away out through the inlet toward the line of blue water out side, went the launch, furried along be. for the strong breeze, which, added to the strength of the last quarter ebb, bore her away at speed that soon sunk the yellow sand ridge to 8 mere line along the margin of the wide ocean, and the white cottages with the Venetian blinds into toy houses dotted with bright green specks. The colored water-which ap. peared from the cove only like narrow strip dividing the white surf from the azure of the ocean beyond-expanded into broad belt of several miles ir width. But with the fine breeze and strong outset of the tide, the boat sped on while the novelty of their position