Litchfield enquirer., 1830-10-28

H1uCHubNG S6HS0 VI ICtIJOyhCut~-IIIS IS d Sc" renity Of soul-an intercourse with heaven, and foretaste of immortal blessedncss ; he lays aside the cares of life, looks with a divine calmness on every object around him, and feels all his soul attuned 10 the high work of praise aOd devotion. He enters the sanctuary of God, and there feels the hallowrd presence of the Eternal while solemnly listening to the truths of inspiration and he feels too, that angels may be and are bowing at his side in holy reverence to the obiec, ofgratelnl adoralion.
 What then is the Sabbath, but d fore taste indeed of the region of bliss, where human cares and sorrows shall'be forgot. ten, and the happy spirit be lost sin love and worship in the presence ofGod?
 Oh, who can anticipate the blissful state of existcnce-who can look through the gloomy wilderness of this world, and see fields of life and glory that lie far, far be- yond. aud feel no thirst to pass hence and enter upon his reward. E. s... ... ..
 Happy. thrice happy are they who make their calling and election surc,' for the soul of man can form no adequate concep- ton of tho bliss that is reserved for the righteous hereafter. How triAing, then, does the world appear, with all its visions and scenes of painful enjoyment
 The just man has nothing to fear me- thinks he should constantly rejoice. for he knows his Redeemer lvelh, and nothing shall pluck him out of his lland.--Amalet.
 A military officer being at sea, in a dreadful storm, his lady, who was sitting near him, and filled with alarm for the safe ty of the vessel, was so surprised at his aud serenity that she cried out, My dear, are you not afraid how is it storm?' He arose from chair iasI,ed ,o the deck, and supporting himself by pill lar of bed place, he drew his sword, and pointing it to the breast of his wife, he ex- claimed, Are you not afraid 2 She in- stantly replied No, certainly not.' WhyT said the officer. Because rcjoined his lady, know the sword is in the hands of my husband, and he loves me too well to hurt me- Then,' said he, remember l know in whom have believed, and that he holds the winds in his fist; and the wa ters in the hollow of his hand
 While Caudlen~was going one Sunday to draw his corn off the meadow, as it wa, likely to be carried awayby the rise of the river Ettrick, his wifo urged him not to do it, because it would bc offensive to the minister and Providence. He complied with her wishes. Next morning, however, on looking out upon the field, he found his corn all gone. Where's your Providence, moo, Maggie ? said Willie "a doom the water wi my gude corn Dell that you had your minister and your Providence baith bnckled to your back ? Maggie an- swered, Oh, Willie, dinna rail at Provi- dence, but doon to the meadow head and claim 6rs,.' Willie took the hint, went with his team, and collected six times as much as ne had lost. When others who had lost by the rise came to Willie and wanted him to return them some of what he had got, Willie told them he had got main but his ain. and that theirs must ha' zane fur. ther doon.' T think, says Maggie, the crop has turned out no that III after a'.'
 II say he's no sic an i'll chap that rrovi. dence O yours, Maggie; he has done unce well at this bout, but I dinna ken about trusting him as far every day. says Will. lie.-N Y. Paper.
 Extract from the Grafton of Nr. Grimke.
 of C. delivered bef fore tke I'hi Beta
 Kappa Society at Ne0-H -Hacen m Sep
 tember last.
 .Nor, gentlemen, while we remember our fellowship, and our common parent age, let US forget our common inheritance, our country. We cannot honor our coun- try with too deep reverence; we cannot love her with an affection too pure and fervent; we cannot serve her with an en- ergy of purpose or faithfuluess of zeal, too steadfast and ardent. And what is our countryl It is not the East, with her hills and her vsllies, with her countless sails, and the rocky ramparts of her shores. It is not the North, with her thousand vil- lages, and her harvest home, with her from tiers of the lake aud the ocean. It is moi the West. with her forest-sea and her in- land d-isDes. with her luxuriant expanses clothed in the verdant corn, with her beau. ,iful Ohio, and her majestic Missoeri.-- Nor is it yet the South, opulent in the mi. mic snow of the cotton, in the rich plants- tions of the rusiling cane, and in the gold. en robes of the rice-6eld. Whnf are thes' bas sks sisfer families ef one greater. better kolier tamily, onr coGntyy5 | come no, SL .I.n A;alaeN 0s AS sx;va shs