The Litchfield County post., 1826-07-25
For the County Poet.
 PROSPECTS.

PROSPECTS. t
 The whole world, Mr. Editor, seem to be
 united in their love ofprospect.
 Ask man why he has placed his house on a high hill, where ss the winds of heaven visit him very rOughly' every winter, and he will
 tell you his prospect is fine: so it is three months out of the twelve. Ask a man Who IS pacing, in bitter November gale, the ap- lPer platform of a steam boat, and he will say. ne isenJoying the prospect; ask the sentiment
 tal damsel, whoon a rock by moonlight is
 listening to the dash of the distant cataract, to the prejudice of her health in the damps
 of the night, and she is enjoying the prospect. Prospects too are as different as the faces
 that behold them, or the tastes that enjoy
 them. have often thought one great advan- tage of the truth of the theory that beauty springs from association and not from his owr, intrinsic worth, IS that every man can there nave his own paradise and is ne obliged to re- sort to the :" sole central' beauty that philos- 0phers may have established. Under this the ory, no man is obliged to say that any pros pecf is beautiful merely because the world says so, he may say it excites no interesting and affecting emotion in his mind and therefore is not beautiful to him.
 In describing different prospects, regard is to be had to the various tastes of mankind, and he whose object like yours Mir. Editor, is
 to please the whole of your readers must se- lect various objects of description.
 It is hardly possible to say what one pros
 pect would be most universally pleasing. There are some who require dash of the grand in all they see; they must always be s' on the rock of sublimitY,' or it is all bar
 renness to them. For them, the cataract dash ing in it's wrath over the rocks that obstrlcts
 its progress; the high. ovcrhanging, tOttering
 cliff, with it's Tightening -scatl' "a pines ciinging
 in careless security to its sides the roar of
 old ocean as his mOuntain-wayes dash against the eternal rocks; or the black and threaten ing cloud hellowing with the rage of its thun- der, and rcsplendent with the glare of its
 tightening, must join their terrific and powerful
 associations and then the prospect delights
 them. Others turn from the grandeur of in
 animate nature, to the magniRcence, or the splendour of art, or the danger or terror of mans strength. They are those who start at the sound of trumpet, who step in higher dignity when the rattling drum beats the call
 to arms, who only feel inspiration when the artillery roars, the bullets whistle, and death echoes round them. They are those who can mount the breach over the bodies of their
 companions and rush to the cannon's mouth, and he delighted with the prospect. Others, a.
 gain, gentle souls; require the calm equable emotion of beauty-give them long stretch
 of a quiet lake, just ripplinG in the evening breeze,
 l The Inountain-shade is on it's breast
 Neither broken, nor at rest; g5.3
 the slope of the far stretching promOntory gay with yellow corn, or alive with the pastoral
 charge; the golden fring'd clouds sailing slow ly through the deep blue air; the evening bird on the topmost bough bidding the sun good night, and they are delighted with the pros
 Others, again, at less elevated temperament,
 iiinging aside sublimity or beauty, look at sfil- ity alone. Give them the crowded mart, the frequent shout. the busy hum of the narrow street, the forest of masts on the bay, the
 smoke of the stream boat and the scenes of
 commerce and they are delighted with the prospect. fSs
 do not profess, MT. Editor, to rank my l self under any of these classes. My taste is
 different from all these prospect hunters. My prospect Is that of good dinner and then
 am delighted. Instead of "rocks, waters, woods" give me fish, flesh and fowl, 2 with
 all the paraphernalia of eating. Speak of sub lime and beautiful sounds pshaw no sound
 is so delightful as the clashing of knives and
 forks, the gurglng of beer from the bottle, the tinklng of the decanter against the glasses in prospects of this kind every sense can be regaled in turn it is not the barren prospect of something that is not your own, buta pros
 pect delightful to look at because the fruition follows so soon.-1ave not I, Mir. Editor,
 chosen the most deHghtt ttui prospect?
 FOR THE COUNTY POST.
 "What is the present theme of every tongue 9-What strikes the chord of feeling
 in each patriot heart What bids the
 christian view the hand of God s---WhatI
 raises wonder in the sceptic mind ;-and
 bids the thoughtless stop to think 3---W Why do the silent Heralds of our land appear with sable lines-they say--there's cause
 to mourn-the speaking columns they en- close, proclaim the truth. Two of the Igreat are fallen. But tho hand of death alone, hath laid them low. Guided by Him
 who guided them, when on that glorious
 day our country celebrates, one penn'd, and
 both subscrib'd thatliving deed, that spoke ! a nations voice, and said " we will beffee. 7 I'Twas on the Jnbilee of that great day;
 on which they, with associate patriots broke V 14ss