Litchfield enquirer., 1880-01-01
New Preston.

Q0fngS. All tnat tranSplreu Co UrcaH JUG uoA moDotony of everyday life has been the return of the miller of the Waramaug Mills w. 5. Wheeler, with fair and blooming bride. He engaged Marcus Woodin to run his mill in his stead while he left for couple of weeks for parts unknown. We can't imagine what the times are coming to, when miller will leave right in the midst of the livellest buckwheat-pancaket trade, and go of into strange country to get wife. It | must be that when the matrimonial fever at tacks man nothing can deter him but death. l "Oh! cease to affirm that man, since his birth From Adam till now, has with wretcheddess strove Some portion of paradise stil; is on earth, Aud Eden revives in the first kiss of love-" There was social gathering ot friends and relatives at J. s. Gunn's on Christmas, to 1 help himself, wife and daughter, eat a baked 1 turkey and other delicacies. It was a very enjoyable affair, and the turkey was demol- ished with gusto and in manner suitable to l the day and the occasion.
 Last week the coasters kept Pulling Mill l hill red hot, so to speak. Even the shoemaker forgot his last and the merchant his yardstick, and on the beautiful nights they flung aside their dignity and became boys once more. That hill is more slippery than an artic ice- berg.
 The social event of the week was the ex- ercses of the 'Upson Seminary Literary so- l ciety" at the residence of Rev. H. Upson, the l night before Christmas The opening piece was music, "The New Years Greeting sung by Misses Nellie Marvin, Ina Buckingham, Lizzie Lemon, Messrs. F. P. Bolles and Simon B. Cameron These ladies and gentlemen furnished all the music for the occasion. The programme consisted of reading. ''Knoware," by Miss Lucy Lemon. ''The Game of Life, by Q. N. Burt. Music, 'Stars of the Summer Night" The laughable dialogue ''Courtship Under Difficulties" Defamation by E. Pot ter entitled ''The Cockney." Music, quar- tette, ''Eilleen Allanna." Reading, A Curi- ous Dream," part first by Miss Nellie Bolles; part second by Miss Abbie Beenian. This was the most unique, weird, fantastic strange thing ever dreanit; but the lesson taught was as visible as daylight. Music, Sweet hour of Night" and the dialogue entitled, "The Will"
 Part second of the program was performed after short intermission, and consisted first, of music, Drifting Away" a song solo, well sung by Miss Fannie Lemon. "Some ram- bling notes of an idle excursion" read by Miss Emma Beardsley. Music, song entitled n .kc.y for Scandal" Miss Nellie Bolles as Lady Tea gle, Mir. Fred Williams as Sir Peter Song, 'Massas in de cold, cold Ground" Then that exquisitely beautiful poem ascribed to Harry Harbaugh "From Death to Life" was acclaimed by Miss Carrie Bolles in a very creditable manner. Song, "Jesus, Lover of my Soul" ''Moonshine" comcal dialogue with Miss Abbie Beeman as Mabel, MT. T. L. Cuyler, Jr., as Edward, and MT. Simon B. Cameron as PategJamikas. Reading, Hang Ing of the Crane" by s. B. Cameron, closing the exercises with the song and chorus enti- tied, ''The Belfry Tower" sung by Misses Grace Allen, Ina Buckingham, Nellie Marvin, Lizzie and Fannie Lemon, Messrs. F. P. Bolles and Simon B. Cameron. At the close | of which MT. Upson informed those present | that Miss Anna Lancashire would contribute to the general enjoyment of the occasion, and | she did so by stepping upon the platform and .reciting that productio: of Gail Hamilton's entitled ''Archie Dean" in such manner as | to win applause from all. And so ended a 1 pleasant evenings entertainment.
 | Before the company dispersed to their homes, Mir Upson invited all to be present the next evening, as Theodore L. Cuyler, D. D. was present and would remain as his guest till after Christmas, and had kindly consented to give one of his famous parlor talks to all who might be present, next evening. So the next evening we went, of course, but with the im- pression that a great man like MT. Cuyler standing before a small audience of forty or fifty persons would not be spurred on to great endeavor or .lengthy dscouse, but no one ex- cept those who had the good fortune to be present can know how agreeably disappointed we were. We expected only fifteen or twenty minutes talk-a crumb as it were and instead were treated to feast one hour and forty minutes in length. Rev. Mir. Upson made few happy remarks introducing the speaker as the Brooklyn Eagle" which Mir. Cuyler laughably said, as he took the platform, was somewhat inappropriate, as he never soar ed. He then commenced his remarks by say ing that with our permission he would take us across the ocean without the trouble of sea- sickness or the expense of a trip, and introduce us to some of the great men and great places with which he was acquainted, and the great things which he had seen upon the other side of the mighty deep. And he did, and kept us in fairy land of great minds like Dr. Guth- rie, Gladstone, Newman Hall, Beaconsfeld Thomas Carlyle, etc., etc.; the birth places and haunts of John Knox, Walter Scott, Rob- ert Burns, Stephenson, etc.; and places like the Alps, and cities of historical interest like London and Edinburgh, too numerous and all in our Sanctum Sanctorum with our pen in hand, it is easy enough to recall the easy grace, the natural eloquenee, the graphic de- scriptions, the racy anecdotes, and live over again the delight of that evening, but to write
 it is impossible. His descriptions of his climbs in the Alps, and of the exploits of Prof. Tyn- dal and his guide in the same awe-inspiring, grand region, were so wildly real that we saw the gllstening fields of ice, fairly felt the snow crush under our feet, and looked over the prec- ipices twelve hundred feet to the mighty gla- ciers below, shuddered at the danger and grew
 dumb in the presence of the beautiful and grand, and at last exclaimed with Byron
 "And you, ye mountains,
 Why ye beautiful?
 And thou, the bright eye of the universe.
 That openest over all, and unto all
 Art a delight.
 And you, ye crags. upon whose extreme edge
 I staud, and on the torrents brink beneath
 Behold the tall pines dwinded as to shrubs
 In dizziness of distance; when leap,
 str, motion even breath, would bring