The Litchfield County post. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1826-1829, 1826-11-14

ling house is generally placed at the bottom
| of the centre avenue, which is always broader
than the rest, and is sometimes planted with
bamboos, or young palms, or manages, or other
fruit trees of large size; and sometimes left
to correspond with the other alleys. The
negro houses form two thirds ola rotunda, or
| three sides of an oblong square Immediately
behind it !; and the other buildings, the pas
lture grounds, &c. are behind these again.--
Thus, the house commands an entire pros
pect of the Estate and as the trees are regu-
larly pruned, their round tops, (scarcely dis
tinguishing the even rows in which they are
planteds1 present a wide extended field, per-
fectly level to the eye, which, when in bloom,
has the appearance of being sparkled over
with snow--forming an agreeable contrast to
the red mahogany color Of the soil, which is
always kept quite clean. The tall, straight,
slender Palms, are sparingly scattered thro'-
out, and their plumy tops waving in the wind,
break through the monotony of the view, and
\ give it an air Of enchantment truly delightful.
Here and there tufts Of the feathery Bamboo,
with its long narrow leaves of light green,l lend
additional diversity; and patches of the broad
leaved Plantain, present the idea of towns, OF
fairy wind-n,iIs; while the trenaendous Cot
ton tree, with its large, smooth, silver colour
ed trunk, bulging out towards the centre, heaves
| out from its very top, its gigantic arms, and
towering over all, appears the genius of the
scene. -- >7t4,,t..-e 5 ,..ss
| EVENING SCENES IN INDIA. s.,
Ihave found myself sometimes towards the
end OF a days journey in a green. lane festoon-
cd with jasmine and overshadowed with ta-
marind trees, at the end of which was the vii
lage, with its white pagoda, glittering in the
setting sun,and peopled with such groups as are
Zoo
air was almost oppressive with perfume, and
the modest sound that broke upon the stiffness
was the sweet note Of wood pigeon, or the
sudden fight of flock of green parrots, where
the doves were pecking at my feet, and the
| squirrels. and monkies shaking the feathery
leaves ofthe tamarinds above my head land
all was odorous scent and harmony, and glad
ness of the heart, nerve, ear, and sight" 1t
is poetry to recollect such scene. No pen
or pencil could surpass its lovelincss.
[The following is translation from an an
Gent Spanish Poem, which, says the Edin-
burgh Review, is surpassed by nothing with
which we are acquainted in the Spanish Ian
guage, except the Odes of Lewis de Leon.
Oh! let the soul its slumbers break,
Arouse its senses and awake,
TO see how soon
Life like its glOries glides away,
And the stern footsteps of decay
Come stealing on. -
And while we eye the rolling tide,
Down which our flowing minutes glide ~
Away 50 fast is.a a..
Let us the present hour employ,
and deem each future dream joy
Already past.
Let no vain hope deceive the mind
No happier let us hope to find,
Tomorrow than today;
Our golden dreams Of yore were bright,
Like them the present shall delight
Like them decay. ST.
Our lives like hasting streams must be,
That into one ingulfing sea,
Are doomed to fall
The sea of death, whose waves roll on,
Ger king and kingdom, crown and throne,
And swallow all.
Alike the rivers lordly tide,
Alike the humble riv'let's glide
TO that sad wave;
Death levels poverty and pride, -H
And rich and poor sleep side by side
Within the geaye.
Our birth is but starting place;
Life is the running of the race =.
And death the goal;
mere All lnOSc buttcrinS tOye are pOubNt,
at path alone, of all unsought,
Is found ofall.
Say then how poer and little worth
Are all those glittering toys of earth,
That lure us here !!
Dreams of a sleep that death must break,
Alas before it bids us wake, ~
We disappear!
Long ere the lamp of death can blight,
The cheeks pure glow of red and white
Has passed away; aa
Youth smiled, and all was heavenly fair;
Age came and laid his finger there,
syas h,.F And where are they !ss ~. S
Where is the strength that spurned decay,
The step that rolled SO light and gay,
The hearts blithe tone!
Thestrength is gone, the step is low,
] And Joy grows WEAKNESS and wo
| ,.... When age comes on. a.,
From the Saturday EUeniag Post.
"Quo me, Bacche, sapis tut Plenum. "--Hor.
Vices are dangerous in proportion to the
insinuating manner in which they present
themselves. From open profanity, and
wickedness, the mind instinctively shrinks;
for, corrupt as our natures are, we must ar
rive at the climax of such impiety by sue