The Litchfield County post., 1828-01-03
From " The Token"

Commissioners Sl,25
 From "The Token"
 THE DEATH OF THE YEAR. Iris morning; we have glorious sight, When the pale, twnkling stars began to die, And the fair sun came up in youthful might, To spread his banner in cloudless sky; Joy was around him; murnurng wind came by, Breathing of life and freshness; every sound Oflove and joy rose on them wild and high; Fen sorrow, with such scenes of gladness round, Felt her cold burden'd heart stir with alighter bound 'Tis morn; but where's the mornings beauty now? Clouds of pertentous shade have quench'd the sun, And hang upon the billiard mountains brow, Where the deep bowling tempest is begun; The arm of winters power once more has won Its empire over earth; cold, bleak winds roar ', Through naked forests; streams are dashng on In fearful strength, and wailing sounds depIore The wreck of those bright things, thut charm'd so
 much before. Iris noon no cloud is on the face of heaven; Yet in his midday height the sun doesglow With setting paleness, and no life is given To earth or air: no fragrant blossoms throw Their sweetness Der the fields; no breczes blow; And there is not breath of sound to cheer The wanderers way, the cold rivers flow, Or falling of leaf, now pale and sere, The sad memorial of a fading, dying year. 'ris mournfu, but withal love it more Than every bright gloomy hour besde For one so calm, so pensive, can restore Lost quetude though tears the while may glide Down the worn cheek in spite ofyouthtui Prlde' So softly and so peacefully they fail; Uoweer the aching heart may wish to hide What men name weakness, it would not recall The tears that wash away the wormwood and the gall Night falls on earth; the sky has not star Of all it's host the moon looks dimy through Msts of deep boding darkness, borne from far By the chill north wind where soft breezes blew And the wild birds of summer lightly flew, That wind now wakes alone its stormy howl, Scattering its drops of cold and blasting dew, And keeping harmony with the fierce groan Of hungry wolf, and hooting of ill-omen'd owl. How sad the change decay and death have made Dark traces the earth--the pride, the boast Of mortal beauty is all Iowly laid
 In its cold grave; things, that delighted most, Have lost their brightness themselves are lost; And those, perchance, we trusted in, are gone, Repaying all the strife and pain they cost, With hopes and expectations overthrown, And leaving woes which but for them, we ne'er had
 known.
 Yet weep ye not; for things vain, so frsil, It were unwise to mourn but still they speak A solemn language, and it may avail Thy erring spirit much to go and seek Its meaning; they will tell how poor, how weak, How frail thou art; that soon the mighty storm Will gather OCT thee, bitter, cold and bleak, Will shower ruin on thy lovely form, And make thee what no genial suns may wake or warm Oh, canst thou stand upon the opening grave, And feel the trembling earth give way, and feel That thou art sinking, with no arm to save, And not shuddering horror Der thee steal! Oh, do those lonely church-yard flowers conceal Nothing, at thought of which thourt wont to quake Ifunto this thy heart set it's seal, call thee blest; when the last morn shall break, To everlasting joy and bliss thou shalt awake. Thou shalt awake; fheaven had not declared Tha; man is than mortal, earth might tell The glorious tru;h l saw when ruin spared Nought, that was beautiful; the flowers fell, The leaves wither'd; yes, heard the knell Ofdyng nature, and in sadness mourn'd Over her grave; but soon she broke the spell That bound her. soon the fires that sIumberd, burn'd Anew, and all her joy and ioveness return'd Thus shalt thou rise, and life shall be renewd With more than former power in thy frame; The burial earth shall not on thee be strew'd Again, that life shall be deathless flame, Forever, save in growing strength, the same. o, strive then, that thy glorious lot may be, Within the book of life to find thy name: For earth and heaven declare aloud to thee, Thy fate is link'dto dark and dread eternity.
 Sir William Onslcy, in his interesting trav- els in the East. describes the punishments in- flicted on robbers in Shiraz, as severe in the extreme. In one instance. "a barrel or yes seI was filled with powper. which being ign- ted by means of long train. blew 10 atoms a robber that had been previously fastened to it." ITO manure them alive is a frequent punishment ;to of this, many instances may be adduced. and confirmed by indisputable evil dence." .FrOm this place to AhOr," says Dr. Fryer. in 1873. "both in the highways and on high mountains, were frequent monuments of thieves immurcd, in terror of those who y,,ight connr,if fhs. like offence: they have lit