Litchfield enquirer., 1831-06-16

patience to put away from sight all that re- mained of the departed one. The rela- tives had taken last look ; the crowd had paused in silence for a moment; the last tribute was paid and the multitude rolled away more rapidly than they had collected. A few friends only accompanied the mourning family back to the mansion on the hill and having loitered few mo- ments by the grave followed them.
 In crossing the farm, now that the con- course of people had disappeared, I be- held the tokens of that sudden calamity, which had overwhelmed its inhabitants, in every direction. A plough lay overturned in the furrow; an axe was rusting by a pile of wood and wagon half unloaded stood in the lane. In the general panic every thing had been abandoned. These had been, perhaps, unnoticed that day by any other but each little incident spoke in a voice that reached the heart. It is sad; it is melancholy; it is touching ;-the spectacle of grief's pale messenger, as it is displayed even in the mnuiest traces of its footsteps, or its effects.
 Dc Witer now lay cold in the neglected grave yard; but in his pleasant mansion
 the table was spread out, and loaded with
 all the luxures ofthe season. His friends. it seemed, had gathered to a feast. The ] weeping widow had, indeed, retired to hel solitary chamber with her infant orphans She felt-ah, she felt the loss of ali mos, dear to her upon the earth. But at the door sat two sage and venerable looking meh, gravely discussing the advantages l d. sl,o OH the estate, and the means of procuring power to do so. While in corner ofthe room, carrying on an earnest conversation in whispers, sat a couple more friends of the family, planning how they should con- trive to purchase the farm a. the lowest possible rate.
 had scarcely turned away from these last friends of the family before we were called to dinner. Every successive dish, here, as it was swept away, was plentifully seasoned with anecdote and mirth and before the last course was removed the re- membrance of the scenes of the morning appeared utterly obliterated.
 It was the-way of the world knew, but then it seemed unnatural. Why it was cannot tell, but a sensation,a thrill of which still runs through my blood when I think of it, came across me then when reflect ed-so passes the bright promises of the world so passes the bright promises of friendship; so passes the hopes of life so passes youth and manhood to its destiny.
 Dr.. Darwin, who had the happy art of from the most familiar circum- stances in real life the abstract theories of philosophy, gives us the following pictur- esque instance fthe use of varying motives to prolcng exertion.
 A little boy who was tired of walking, begged of his papa to carry him. Here, says his father, ride on my gold-headed cane.' The pleased child, putting it be- tween his legs, galloped away with delight.
 Alexander the great, also, one day saw a poor man carrying upon his shoulders very heavy load of silver for the royal camp, the man tottered under his burden and was ready to give up the point from very fatigue. Hold up, my friend, the rest of the way, and carry it to your own tent, for it is yours,' said Alexander.
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