Litchfield enquirer., 1880-01-08

To bold heart not stranger should be the rusl
 of fear N Than that false love which dyes tiny cheek and .me Whose voice should speak, as should hea-, alone O Up through those liquid lashes look, Lampeto ar
 thou she 2"
 Then Lompeto looked up through her liquic iashes, and, to the astonishment (fortunately mute) ot Baba, thus replied:
 'I am, ann thou knowstit. Where fercest fall the Where fri nds are few and faintest, where thickes
 stand the foes.
 Thou knowst whose foot is frmest thou knows
 Whose battle cry ... @ Far far beyond the foremost, rings cearest through the sky" ,i It'
 Here the voice of Baba, alarmed by Jenny's unwonted excitement of tone, began to ring out pretty clearly, as if in illustration. The spectators, who had at first been all fol Laaspet0, would have veered round to Th0l estrss Gas female substitute for Herod, Kils 9f the Jetcs, had not Lampeto been too quick for them:
 is not well taunt See here, upon my brow x. q, 2 brand fell moons ago. and he would Ay and methinks not always are those blue eyes SC
 taile. sS When the Wild war.note waKeth the sumber of rheir Ayf sand not always thus, too. with supplcating
 
 When the Albanian comest, the w4ster of our lands WAo Of their crested cbeftalns, who of their mailed
 men,
 Has this right rised to strike and sought
 His home again ?'
 Here Grace raised her right hand, which, with avery deadly weapon in it, might possi- ply have harmed mouse, and drew down quite tornado of applause. Everybody said that they had no idea it was in her. to ex- press herself so forcibly and look so fierce ex- cept Uncle John, who muttered something about '.all women having temper of their own, which happily wasdrowned in plaudits. But nOwtit was the turn of 1'h05estrts to cut ln again, who had been meanwhile very success ful in reducing Baba to silence by terrific shaking of her spear:
 ''Now tis ia truth my daughter; thus should she
 always speak,"
 "Heavens." thought I, but said nothing. "NeW can marx her father wel on her brow and fa cheek.n
 That's good" said Jack; ''so can I' 'More-tall me more, pray thee Again he's at my His sioye-moods and his vengeance. his passion and
 his pride.
 see the captive armies watching without his tent The haughtiest look is humbIed the proudest neck is the broken armies their noblest chiefs in chains Their brayest with the vutures upon Arbea's plains,
 
 and call.
 And that fierce stamp that shakes their souls-ay, I
 S can see it all.
 Nay. mother. nay; thou dost but thy daughter Proud words flow free and fast enough when wrong
 drives woman wild.
 tiny hands
 Hasa far more force with Lampeto than all the ! Grecian bands"
 And after few more lines, finding Ihazes- trss still implacable, she drew ieweled dag ger tthe hire of which, 1 afterward noticed, was the exact price of an attorneys letter, namely, six-and-e d-eight-pence) and stabbed Baba among his fannels. With the trif1ng exception of the child himself, who resented his own assassination beyond measure, the performance was complete success, and my nephew Tom, who wrote the charade, came in for lis full share of congratulation. He had evidently, it was agreed talent for domestic drama, and some one suggested aloud that it was quite pity he didn't write for the stage Tom looked at Jack, expecting an outburst of disapprobation; but his uncle only nodded and said Inc could see no harm in that, SO long as notaTGg he wrote was accepted. 'I have known young man to write for the stage for years, were his words, ''and not be penny the worse for it." whicL 1 very we'll knew was sly hit at me, who had had few plays in manuscript for an indefinite period, though the fact was only known to some friends of my early days, and should have been sorry (from professional point of view) had it got abroad.
 There was good deal of talk about the charade both then and afterward, but it had been played at Christmas time, when diversions of all kinds abound, and it was taken by our friends very much as a matter of course Months rolled on" as the story -tellers say, and tattered myself that the excitement createdby TAayestras and Lan,peto (not to men, ton Baba) had died out that the girls, though proud of the success that had attended their first dramatic effort year ago, were content hear no more upon the subject, at all events in connection with the small end of the wedge.
 1 confess had taken some measures for by earnestly observing that after what had seen of the fuss and trouble caused by the getters-up of mere charade, it seemed to me that people mnst go mad before they all lowed their back drawing-room to be turned into stage; and that, while I had not much to say against the Amazon affair." 1 thought the less young ladies exhibited themselves in other characters than their own before specta- tors, the more highly men of sense-aud means would be likely to regard them but these precautions seemed to be unnecessary. 1 was at ease and unsuspecting as Adam in the garden-indeed 1 was reading the evening paper after dinner-when Eve appeared one evening, in the person of my Julia, and caused my falI
 "My dear husband, 7" said slie q have come upon quite treasure;" and with that she handed me, not an apple, but little rolled-up manuscript, dim with the rust of ages, which l presently. recognized as one of my almost forgotten plays. It wascalled 'sThe Deputy" i" and though do not say of it as famous Scud- cry did of his "Arminius, "It is a master piece; and If my labor could ever deserve a crown, would crown it for this york; must confess it was very pretty little thing, and would have been worth good many crowns to discerning manager
 "Why, where on earth did yon find it ?'' inquired l, not displeased to see this offspring of my youth.
 ] 'Tn the old cabinet in the library, my dear. along with several others. As it was a wet day, I read it to the girls this morning, and they were perfectly charmed with it.''
 ''They are good girls, "9 said I, ''and sensi- ble girls; girls of considerable taste and cul- ture Some of the other plays were far from bad, too, If l remember right"
 'They were all excellent, my dear, but we liked The Deputy best It is so witty. and runs so pleasantly. And how admirably, we all thought, it would go off on the stage !"
 't1f it ever got on there, dare-say it would" !" said l dryly.
 'iIt ought to be acted" unused my wife: '.it really ought" And there the matter dropped for about five minutes. Then in came Jen- ny with, ''Oh, papa, have such capital plan in my head about your beautiful play There are two lady characters in it which would just suit me and Grace and the third, the leading one, seems really written for Rose Symonds if we can only. get her to do it. Why should we not play it at home ?''
 Now, as have said. had the greatest ob- jection to private theatricals in general way think they make young ladies who act in them, to say the least of it, conspicuous; and they are also often objectionable in themselves But, on the other hand, here was play of my own, really in every way admirable; and what could be more fitting and, indeed, filial than that my own daughters and Rose Sy- monds lwho had magnificent figure, and would look the heroine to perfection should see what they could make of If before few