Litchfield enquirer., 1830-09-30

While with strange sad smile lost hours she mourns
 And prays and wceps, and weeps and prays by turns Extract from Prize Essay written by Lady in Pro
 yidcnce for one of the Boston periodicals.
 ...... RELIGIONS ALL.
 The mind of man is like the fiuctuatine sea. It is never at rest. There is perpet- ual tendency, which cannot be curbed by perpetual disappointment, to send out the desires after some object beyond our pres- ent reach. But we are never satisfied from the attainment of our desires. The law of the natural world, by which objects diminish according to their distance from us, is reversed in the moral. The objects of our wishes are magnifed in proportion to the distance at which we view them.- As we approach near, the charm is broken -the illusion vanishcs. They prove to be bubbles, which as soon as touched, dis solve in airy vapor. Still we do not rest. At every fresh disappointment. we put forth new desires and new efforts, for the attainment of some object yet more remote. Even success, tho most unboundcd, dues not satisfy us. We weep for more worlds to conquer
 Amidst this tumult of the mind, this evcr- lasting resilessness of soul, religion, benIgn visitor, heavenly monitor, descends to man. She comes in radiant and allurlng forms, and addresses him in accents of winning tenderness. Receive me, aud \ will saJ to tho swelling surge of passion, peace, Oe still.' I will qnell the fever of disappoint- mcnt, by leading you to the fountain or .Iv- ing waters. will point you to the shadow of a great rock in this weary land. Rc- ceive nc, oh thou on whom the Son of God looked with tenderness, and l will direct you to an object of pursuit worthy of your heavenly origin-worthy of your nature, but little lower than the angels worthy the inward springs of which you are proudly, ye, painfully conscious. You love pursuit the object 10 which I would direct you is infinite, therefore the pursuit will be endless. You delight in progress here your progress will be commensurate with eternity. Your desires are bound less--you shall be SATISFIED when you d. wake in the likeness of God. Not only so, you shall frequently be filled in this house ofyour pilgrimage, with preliba,ions of future blessedness. Receive me, and you need never fear what your nature renders so revolting to you, as cessation o hope, expectation and effort. True, youIl capacity for happiness shall be filled a: soon as you enler on your everlasting in' heritance. But that capacity shall be for ! ever increasing, and forever filling with the fullness of God. Throughout the immor. talitv of her existence, your soul shall be continually expanding her views, strength ening her energies, and drinking deeper and deeper of the river of pleasure, which flows at the right hand ofthe Most High. l Such are the boundless offers of religion l All that man can desire, all that his nature can receive, more than his utmost power of apprehension can reach. View the na ture of man, and the objects by which he Il surrounded; his immortal capacity forev CT seeking, yet forever refusing to be illet from earthly sources-and say, is not thl divine religion, in its freeness, its richness and it's boundlessness, to man thus consti tuted and thus situated, is it not all! Niev the individual who has embraced her in tn
 inmost soul, and entered on the high am
 holy course which he dictates, aud the
 say with an emphasis, drawn from reality and not from theory alone, is not Retigso
 aH? Sec her disciple a partaker of tn i'll incident to human nature. He consi
 ders himself as under education in God
 school,' and whether his divine Maste
 frown or smile, he knows the dispensatio
 IS adapted to his present need, and tends a
 like to fit him for his future inheritance.- What moral grandeur is there in the Chris . tian! Amid the war of elements, th
 wreck of matter and the crush of worldI
 he can sit like Noah in the ark, calm, quit ? and secure, for the edihce of his hopes built on the Rock of Ages. View tn , Christian as taught by religion to subdu the baneful passions of our nature, whic
 arc ever springing sources of wreschedne'
 within our own bOsoms. Instead cfsutIe' 4 ing the serpent revenge to twine aroun