Litchfield enquirer., 1831-04-07

EdpluI0 WHICH us IDI0StF6tSy Has 8W3k9u~
ed; and they revel on, while he raises his
sIeepless ear to the tones Of the midnight
bell, as it frightens the echoes from their
slumber, and deems it the knell of his long
! cherished and waning hopes. They laugh
and futter from flower to flower, feasting
richly on the banquet which his anguish
has purchased for them, while he ceases
not his wrestlings with thought, for the mo-
| mentary enjoyment Of repose, but is who'll
~ led captive by the one all-absorbing
purpose, which, whether sleeping or a.
wake, occupies his dreams Of future great
ness Sea
'Wringing from lava veins the fire @
That Ger bright worlds 10 poured
Learning deed Sounds that make the Tyre
spirit in each chord !"
And when, at last, the goal Is won, and he
has found that rest which the world denied
him, though his treasures live after him and
find their way into every cabinet, how
strangely are they weighed in the balance
Of posterity His communion with the mll-
ses, and the gushings ofbitser thought which
made his song immortal, are received 40
the resistless inspiration Of nature. No one
will yield to him the reward Of his toll, as
though it were toll ). but he is looked upon
as gifted and exalted one, sent from a
higher sphere TO astonisll the world with
miraculous power. And this is the reward
of the Iabors Of the mind to be reported to
posterity as one who idly sung away life
Of vanity and made himself Immortal.
POLAND.-As specimen Of aOma OF the patrioiiO
imaginary anecdotes ofthe impending Polish conflict
| Commercially faA HImss hn
| thought to have some piquancy: - Is
THE WEDDING RING.
Suwloiska, open the window; wish
| to die hearing the sound of the church bells.
| Suwloiska did not feel courage enough
to obey. She pensively looked upon her
! mother.
my daughter. this is Sunday. The
hour prayer has come. Help your aged
mother to PROSTATE herself before Godss
The pious young olish matron assisted
her parent to kneel down.
Suwloiska, my daughter. bescech you
to open that window, that ] may hear tho
music ofthe church SERVICE
She did open the window which looks
upon the place where the church stands,
and sat down in silence at the feet Of her
mother.
Suwloiska, / do not hear the sound Of
the bells Z
Listen = w
1t is the cannons
yes, mother, these are the bells
They have been taken down from the bell
fries to kill the Russians
God is with u.s.
Presently the old woman resumed
What has happened, nay child i hear
no chant, no voice from the church.
Where is the parson2' i
! He is soldier .
Let US pray for him, daughter. He has
prayed for Us hong time. He blessed
your marriage. Oh! ! recollect il will.
You we're fair to look on adorned you
myself. Then the bells rang out merrily
in the air and then, on your knees at the
altar, you promised fidelity to your Suw-
loiska.'
II have kept my promise, said the young
woman, blushiNg with honest pleasure.
The aged mother pressed the hand other
I daughter in her own. But her expression
soon changed strangely. She cried abb
ruPtiy,' Where is your wedding ring =
have given il away she said, reclin-
ing her head.
Suwloiska. has God reserved such an
anguish for my last days! My daughter,
what can have made you so far forget the
duties of a wife2 What have you done with
that ring, the pledge of an indissolublo nn-
ion? To whom have you given itl'
- To Poland = Aud she proudly lifted
up her head. Our husbands are soldiers
our priests are soldiers; we have made
cannons Of our bells. Our necklaces, onr
earrings, our jewels. have been exchanged
for muskets. We women have nothing
else to give, and Poland wants powdsr.
Yes-there are six thousand Of us who
have yielded up to our country all that we
have left, all that women deem most pre-
cious in the world. our marriage rings.
We have given them TO purchase powder
The old lady dropped from her emaciated
fingers the golden symbol which she had
expected never to part with. and after kis-
sing it repeatedly. she wiped her eyes and
said:
Suwloiska, take the ring. Let i be-
sold with yours. The country Is free. in
which women sell their wedding rings Ia
buy ammunition. Death 70 the Russians
C,s,.io:.k. rsnAn the VRindnweAs lnA ma dsM