Litchfield enquirer., 1881-03-24
New Preston.

| f''S>S"i'A We saw a sprigs of. green and one or two orange colors floating to the breeze, that's all.
 We are having just such weather, this March, as the oldest inhabitant remembers. Saturday afternoon and night there was quite an ice storm. the trees on the hills bending gracefully to the burden, and looking like l bellies with glttering paste diamonds, Sunday morning.
 Fishing on the the lake and ip the various 1 dams has been good the past week or two. Master Prime Wright, the champion boy fish, | erman. caught through the ice on the lake bass which weighed 3f pounds.
 The sociabe at Geo. Hopkins Lakeside, was the most enjoyable of the season, so we have. been told There were dialogues, read ings, music and games, and much of that ex- change of thoughts. which makes such occa- to be presens
 On Thursday afternoon, A. J. Bolles' small house lying Iabene midway between this village and Marbledale. was burned to the ground with all it's contents including the cat, which was cremated beyond the hope of rec ognition. M:. Bolles was away at work at the time In this honse, far from the mad- ding crowd" he lived alone semi hermit, with no companion save the aforementioned cremated, cat A. subscription paper was i'm 4mediately circulated by J. A Hatch who is always foremost in all good works. and at latest accounts thirty dollars had been sub- scribed
 -Waramaug Acadeiny closed it's winter session, last Thursday afternoon, when each pupil, after shedding few brny tears and uttering few heart rcnding farewells tucked his sheepskin under bis arm and went sorrow- fully home.
 Charles Tompkins has moved from New Preston H;ll into the house of Mrs. A. M. Whittlesey for whom he is to work one year.
 John w. Camp, of New Milford, has moved on to or into what is known as the James OConDor place on Christian Street.
 Mrs. E. W. Harrington has returned from New York city where she has been several weeks taking care of her son Eddie Lloyd who has been dangerously sick, but who is now, we are glad to state, convalescent.
 MT. Lyman Cngswell who, the past week, has been very sick with crysipelas, in the face and head, is improving. g-~.enz ~r.r~ Mir. Sherman -Cogswel has recently pur- chased pair of horses of Wm Brown which he brought with others from Canada, and with l their new harness on they look fit for Phobus to hch to his chariot and take Venus out for l morning.ride.
 The Grant and Cogswel case at law came l off as per adjournment, Saturday, at 10 l o'clock, a. m. sat Union Hall, McNIahon of l New Milford for defendant, O'Ilara for plain 1 tiff. As usual the curious came from the four corners of the compass to hear the fun. l When the court was opened the question of l the bond came up as in the case of Old Shy | lock before Portia, and to the interrogative, l "Is it so nominated in the bond ?" the answer | was found to be, II Cannot find it; 'tis not so | in the bond" And so, because Of some de- | feet in the papers -Lucifer Himself knows ! what, for we inquired diligently and found | that there was some fault in the writ or | writings, but what the defect was nobody | knew-Justice Camp discharged the prisoner. This, in the forenoon, h the afternoon the | litigants, their abettors, the lawyers, hangers on, lOokers-on, and the whole retinue motley | concourse which would lead a reflective man to exclaim, By two-headed Janus, nature | hath fralHed some strange fellows in her time ;" wended its way to New Preston Hill | where Cogswell was brought before Justice | V. B. Hatch. McMahon argued that as the writ said that the prisoner was to be brought before O. D. Camp, Justice, Cor some other proper person." Hatch had no business to try the case, and the prisoner was once more sent adrift.' These persons who bad walked from two to three miles through the mud to feast their ears with lawyers harangue, were moved | to utter expressively the truthful sentiment, "What fools we mortals be-" In the capacity | of reporter we impatiently await further de- l velopements, as citizen we wish the whole | fracas, from beginning to end, where it ought | to be, in the bottomless pit.
 -G. c. Hitchcock is no better, but rather | worse, his friends will be sorry to hear '7
 PEN DRAGON