FORsTHE LlTCHFIRLD ENQUIRER. TO A LETTER TO MY SISTER, IN PLYMOUTH. CON
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VO A LETTER TO MH MISTER,

 IN PLYMOUTH, CON. Away you go, away you go, Over mountains 60 high, and valleys so low, You will travel by day, and you'll travel all night Deep rivers you'll cross in your rapid flight, Ger corduroy roads, through forests drenr, Where late the wild Indian chased the red deer, Through marshes 30 muddy, and sands so deep, Onward, right onward your way you will keep; Now lazily climbing some long lone hill, Now stopping moment at some bright Till, While the driver drinks from the Gurgling stream, And offers draueht to his wearied team: You'll alght at many house by the way, But you'll nowhere have bat moment to stay; From your leathern dwelling they Il take you out Full often ween, and they turn you about, Till they we given a cursory glance at your cap, When they Il know you are not tarrying chap; So they Il hurry you back, and tell you togo To the land where the hills are all coverd with snow And seighs OCT it's we'll trodden surfacsare gliding, While slegh-bes rinene, youngsters are sliding, Thro the length and breadth of this forest clad land Past cottages humble, and palaces grand, Der many hill, across many strsan,, Through cities and villages, till it will seem As if you were never to rest again; In calm or in storm, in sunshine or rain, On, on you will go and the. one day in seven Set apart for that end, will to you not be given; And if it is right, or it it is wrong, You'll have time to conclude as you're rolling along They Fl give you in charge of the " Iron Horse," And he'll hurry you on in his fearful course. .<j Never turning either to left or to right, K Buthe'll snort as he goes tn his rapid flight! Then they n put you aboard of the Fire Canoe,' And against wind and tide the waters go through, On, on you will dash, till you'come at last To the Island city;' but you are not past Youriroubles yet, for they'll take you there, And strip ef fyouR clothing, and leave you bare, Till they look in your face, when they'll see you ere

 bound,

 On voyage across Lang Island Sound; So they'll mark you East," and bid you begone, For the car'man is waiting to carry you on: He'll put you adrift on high-pressure boat, And over the surges again you will float, Nor will they allow you wink of sleep Till you enter river broad and dsep;* And their Course even then they will not stay, But agains: the curren. they'll paddle away. Till they stop at last at the break of day, When they pat you into covered sleigh, Or stage upon wheels; but it's all the same, They'll land you right for they II look at your name. You will get perhaps some roughsh knocks, As you jolt OCT the hills the land of rocks, Of mammoth pumpkins and wooden clocks More than twenty miles they will carry you west. Not giving you scarcely minute to rest, Till you find the one of whom you're in quest, In the village that gave the wanderer birth, The brightest spot of this weary earth. -.,f 4 T, My father will watch when the mail comss in, And he'l very soon ask if any one's been s.. 4.- For letters to look. and they Il tell him "no,' & So he'l take his hat and his staff and go, tFor 'tis but hundred yards or so)-

 He'll put on his "specks" when he finds you thefe,' For his sight is dim with age and care;

 And know he will smile, for he Il know the hand Of his son far off in distant land; And he'n carry you home to my sister dear, And tell her to read you for him to hear My mother will draw up her easy chair higher, And there they'll all sit by the cheerful fire, And sister will gather her scissors, that swing From her mock or her belt, by a silken string. And close to your seal she will cut, and say. "Is will not do rudely to pull you away; For Brothers letters, Iknow of old,

 Are always as full as the paper can hold.'

 And then she will read. with glis,ening eye, Until they have drank your contents dry. .. Montgomery CO.,, Ala, Dec. 2, lS40. CIR. B. ! *The writer errODeOusly supposes the mail is cal red from New York To lsn(ord by steam through tn Sound and up tho Connecticut iver--Ed. Enq 