Litchfield enquirer., 1877-08-02
CLIPPINGS.

"It is not loud praying" says an Ar kansas circuit rider (which counts with the Lord. so much as giving four full quarts to the gallon"
 II apologize for saying you could not open your mouth without putting your foot in it, said the editor, sternly regard ing the horsewhip she held over his head s1 soiemnly assure yon that when said it I had no idea of the size of your foot. |" The question of what to do with West Point graduates is quite generally discuss. ed by the press, and possibly we can throw no light on the subject; but there is need of an increased force to combat the savage Colorado beetle in this vicinity.
 ''I went to see my girl the other night. D said Charley. "I kissed her repeatedly, and when 1 finally ceased, the tears came into her eyes, and she said in sad tones. t'Oh, Chawles, fear you have ceased to love me!' "Oh, no, haven't, replied, ''but I must breathe"
 Tam Every dry, at the door of coun. tryman, Sunday mornings: Aye, man, ye might gi' me bit gill oot in a bottle!" Landlord (from within) "Weel, ye ken, Tammas. daurna sell onYthing the day. And forbYe ye got half mutchkin awa' wi ye last nient (after hoors tae); it canna be a dune yei?" Tam: "Dune! Losh, man, dye think a could sleep and whus- key f the house?" @ -. ss~ ~-> A physician not a thousand miles from this city recently took a couple of little girls to ride with him. They visited one of the cemeteries, and while looking at the various monuments the doctor re- marked that he knew one person buried | in lot very we'll, he having benn one of his patients. One of the little glrls, look ing round, waved her hand toward the other monuments and inocently inquired, ''And were all these your patients, too?" An Austin (Texas) gentleman, who served through the war of the rebellion, told his wife that the 30th of the month would be Decoration Day. '1 hope, then,' she said, .ssyou will decorate me with new bonnet "My dear" replied he, "this is year of compromises; I'll compromise on ten yards of caliGo," The spirit in which this offer was met has con- vinced him that the era of good feeling has not yet arrived.
 l Our fathers died for us. They died willingly and gladly, But If they could come back to-day and see what kind of a crowd they died for, quarrelling over the Presidents Policy. wrangling over the currency and some of them trying to pay dollars worth of deht with ninety cents worth of money, talking politics twenty three hours day and praying so seldom that cur knees get rusty, drownded out by the rain. devoured by grasshoppers, they would, if they had it to do over again, live nine thousand years and only die then when they had to.-[ Burlington H0sokeye.
 An editorial friend Tn New Hampshire sends this to Hasper's Magazine: Some time ago an aged. man who had just lost l his wife came into our sanctum, and, with tears standing in his eyes. eulogized the memory of the deceased, and asked us to record the. death in our next issue. "And, said he. "while yon are about it, make an item about one of my Brahma hens laying an egg measuring seven and a 1 quarter by eightland three-quarter inches in circumference" Thus suddenly our thoughts of sympathy were directed to the ] sterner realities of life.