Connecticut western news., 1879-10-08

P0os months, but the actions of said selectmen have been upheld by large majority of our best citizens; thus the caucus was largely at tended, and to the delight of many the old board renominased L. L. Whiting and M, F. Grant, and are now waiting the result of to- days (Monday's) contest which no doubt will be a satisfactory one. SPECIAL. A Hartford Prsacher's Adventure. Litchfeld County letter to The HARTFORD TNEs.l
 "Over the hills and far away" from all noise, strife and bustle are we, but still with in the confines of Connecticut, the good old state of wonderful productions Ihaye heard of it's wooden nutmegs, used its loud-tongued clocks hob-nobbed with some of it's herb trains, but not until this summer did know of it's varied physical surface; that while its chin is Tapped by the waters of the Sound, the head rises grandly, and is pillowed upon the capacous bosom of Massachusetts.
 Way up in the forehead which reposes so majestically, nature has raised great wrinkles; and smuggled in the furrows between, are lit- tie villages and hamlcts. In one ofthese fur rows where the wrinkles are most imposing, lies Prettytown, which bears off the palm from
 
 ness, general tone of comfort and thrift, and culture of it's residents. Lying at an eleva- ton of l,4o0 feet above sea level, it is yet in valley, and the hills rise gently around, en closing it as with light caress, while below the town the houses and farms struggling along to them, stand as sentinels two noun tains, 1872 and l,772 feet in height; one a perfect cone wooded to the top, the other bald-headed in it's superior height. Between the two the iron horse of civilization, with it's travelling length of burden. crawls slowly up with nights effort to its stopping-place in the village ;-for Prettytown, though seeming ly so arcadian in it's quiet and restfnlness, is yet the thoroughfare for great transfers of freight, and often twenty heavily loaded cars, with locomotive at either end, will labor over the steep ascent of the skillfully engineered road. This evidence of the bustling, every day world is not marring to the landscape, as one would suppose, for the track lies hidden in the trees, only emerging few rods from the station. Among the many advantages that Pretty. town has over other villages, is the possession of good gem" genial, generous, tangible 'tgem, who lives in fine old mansion with trees aud a beautiful garden At his con- mand everything blossoms as the rose, and takes its best form The village park is a delight to the eye under his magical touch i; plots of flowers and groups of bright-leaved plants dot the close-shaven greensward-6t- ting surroundings to the shaft of granite in their midst, which honors the native soldiers dead.
 The trees are trimmed and cared for, the walks evened and graveled the highways, 8 mile, from the town in every direction, be. come level and smooth at his bidding He rubs his golden lamp and chime of bells ring forth from the village steeple; in fine one cannot say where his bounty may not find it's way, for we, who live two miles away. merely whispered wish for music as an &C., compartment to the brilliant moonlit nights, when To 1 on a descending hill appeared a cu- rous object like a church organ moving to- ward us On approach it developed into an orchestrion. It halted at our veranda and the music of the future" embodied in Lohen9TSe rolled out on our pleased and as- tonished ears. Other operatic airs followed, and the repertoire was gone over and over again-and we voted that living in Prettytown and having real "gem" was better than liv- ing our Arabian Nights period over again and we wished this gem of "gem' might preserve his greenness as long as the group of village elms that wave before his door, and swaying seem to say
  Still green, hundred more we'll stand, like seers, And watch the generations as they go
 Beneath our branches, in their hurried fow." Perched on the hills that surround Pretty town are many houses having an excellent outlook over the mountains. In some of these tired city people have sought refuge for quiet and comfort, and each thinks his choice the best. We, who dwell in the little cottage nestled on the hillside, knop that ou, So S, ha Every day is our belief assured in the prettiest and best appointed house, the finest views and the rare good company. Our host, col onel of the old time militia, and village mag lstrate for thirty years, genial and jovia whiles away with cigar and story many an hour with us on the veranda where we sit, never tired of looking over the valley to the picturesque town, it's white houses dotting the slope up to the highest point, which is crowned by the church, with it's spire, Pointing like a finger to heaven" Another view from the same veranda, and in which we revel at sunset, is towards the west, where we look through the valley be- tween the two sentinel mountains, over rows of low hills, some green and wooded, others bare, and yellow with the early autumn tinge, to higher mountains beyond, outlined in the sky in flowing lines, and blue in the distance.
 
 wink as he goes assurance to his worshipers of his reappearance on the morrow in all his splendor, these mountains catch roseate hue, which soon intensifes into crimson; golden flood comes pouring in until sky and mountains are almost as one, in their glory; then violet shade creeps over the height, deepening into the valleys, the outlines be- come clear cut on the warmer tinted sky, the shadows darken, making a bold background for the curling grey smoke working lazly up from the coal pits; and as the light wanes, these wrinkles on old mother Nature gather form and massiveness, and seem to close around and tower above in silent grandeur. We sit quietly, realizing the impressiveness of matter on mind, while the darkness gently drops over mountain and valley, and then we turn for sociability to the village, where the street lights are twinkling and form perfect ly shaped, sparkling crescent on the dark robe of the valley.
 We are much dependant on our walks for pleasure and digestion, and in this spot where nature is so exuberant, not to walk and ex- plore it's beauties but sit and gaze on them from afar, is like accepting plain fare, when luxuries are within reach, beihg content with a repast of soup and fish, with the olives and bonbons thrown out Now our little house. hold, charming though it is. and @sthetcally