Litchfield enquirer., 1832-11-15

~ tue circumstances Wntch HOW appear tO
 cheer and animate us in, our career. He exhorted every citizen to stand fast to his
 duty, and closed by unfolding, in brilliant
 prospect. the glorics which Providence has
 pnt within our reach. srss4 5 9sa'
 UNWR1TTEN MUSIC. fa@l By N P. IlSLtis.s fs
 There is melancholy music in A0- tnnn. The leaves float sadly about with Ia look of peculiar desolateness, waving ca- priciously in the, wind, and falling will. a just audible sound that is very sigh for it's sadness. And then, when the breeze is fresher-thongh the early autumn months are mostly still--they are, swept on with a cheerless rustic over the naked harvest fields and about in the eddies Of the blast and though, have, sometimes, in the glow of exercise. felt my life secnrer in the tri- umph of the brave conlest, yet tn the chill of evening, or when any sickness of mind or body was on me. the moaning of those
 withered leaves has pressed down my heart like sorrow, and the cheerful fire and the voices of my many sisters, might scarce re- move it. e~r
 Then, for the music of winter, | love % listen to the falling of the snow. It is an unobtrusive and sweet music. You may temper your heart to the serenest mood byjits low murmur. 1t is that kind of nla- sic that only intrudes upon your earlwhen your thoughts come languidly. You need not hear it if your mind is not idle. Itrc- alizes my dream of another world, whore
 music is intuitive like thought, aud comes only when it is remembered.
 And the frost too has n melodious min- isiry.' You will hear it's crystals shoot in the dead of clear night as if the moon beams were splintering like arrows on the ground; and you would listen to 1t the more earnestly that it is the going on of one of the most cunning and beautiful Uf natures deep mysteries. know nothing so wonderful as the shooting of a crystal. God has hidden its principle as yet from the inanisitive eye of the philosopher. and we must be content to gaze on its exquisite beauty. and listen in nuto wonder to the noise of it's invisible workmanship. It is too fine knowledge for ns. We shall comprehend it when we know how the |s morning stars sang together M @
 You would hardly look for music in the drearincss of early winter. But before the keener frosts set in, and while the warm winds are yet stealing back occasionally like regrets of departed summer, there will come soft rain or a heavy mist, and, when the north wind returns, there will be drops suspended like ear-ring jewels between the lilameuts of the cedar tassles and in the feathery edges of the dark green hcmlocks, and, if the clearing up $ not followed by heayy wind, they will all be frozen in their places like well set gems. The next mofning the warm sun comes out, and by the middle of tue calm, dazzling forenoon. they are all loosencd from the close touch which sustained tI,em, and they will drop at inc slightest motion. If you go along uuon the south side of the wood at that hour. you will hear music. Tic dry fDil- aoe of the summers shedding is scattered over the ground, and the round. hard drops ring out clearly and distinctly as they are shaken down with the stirring of the breeze. IL is something like the runaing of deep
 and rapid water, only more fitful and mer- rier but tO oBe who goes out n natIre I with his heart open. t is pleasant music, ! ana. in contrast with the stern character ol tho season, delightful. ., I .s1 %
 Winter has made other sounds that give
 nleasure to the seeker for hidden sweet
 ness: but they are too rare and accidenta
 to be described distinctly. The brooks have a sullen and Builled murmer nndeI
 their frozen surface; the ice in the distan river heaves up with the swell of the cur rent and falls again to the bank with pro loused echo, and the woodman's axe ring cheer(ally out from the bosom of inc m T rched forest. These are, at best, howev'
 or. but melancholy sounds. and. like al
 that meets the eye in that chaerless seq son. they but drive in the heart upon i.seli
 i helieve it SO ordered in Gods wisdom l We forget ourselves in tl'e ensicement . | ahe sweet summer Its musie and it's love liness win away tho senses that link up th
 directions, and we need hand 10 turn U
 back tenderly, and hide from us tho out
 ward idols in whose worshlp we are forget
 ting the higher and more spiritual a'tars. ' Aa Iaassss. pssashss. who sAnhsd tn his sss~e"