Litchfield enquirer., 1836-09-15
FOR THE ENQUIRER. SCRAPS.

QHantum est n rebus inGne! PERs. SGT. It was glorious eve of spring, All balm and beauty, each young star
 From its blue resting place afar 4 Bent downward on its silver wing, a ss Like bright spirit the sweet south @ Breath'd perfume from it's rosy mouth, And the wild birds, as if they fain Would witch the sunshine back again, Made lovelier music Evenings hymn,
 Minglng all gentle sounds-the moan
 Ofmoonlght waters-and the tone Ofthe stirr'd greenwood branches dim -... Went up in heayen-each dewy flower
 Bent mournfully upon it's stem, .s As in grief that unto them
 Had been denied that gift of power A voice-at twiEght's Sabbath hour I stood upon Lake Georges shore With fair being, such as he, .l The pilgrim.bard of Italy, Perchance might dream of, and deplore That vision that would come no more. }~. ---' ~ A glorious eye, that might outshine The fairest star of Persia's heaven
 A roses lip, to which was given A voice like Memnon's, all divine ... sf A brow, whose beauty might beguile 4 s~f.. Promethus in his chain awhile; And light form that to the eye Seem'd new worlds divinity. I stood in silence, yielding up My very spirit to the power That in that glorious vesper hour Flung at nights shrine its incense-cup. ala had no earthly feeling, all Bow'd unto natures glorious thraI Each gentle thought, that came and went
 Like starbeams through the stirless air,
 Lying so full of beauty there, Were born of that free element-- And if l sigh'd, it was for wings - Like young eagle, wild and free, To soar where evenings holy things
 Gather'd along Nights canopy. , |.s turn'd; that radiant face was there
 Lifted in beauty, with smile
 Resting upon it's lip the while, # Such as an angels lip might wear, And gloriously that starry eye Flash'd back the night-sky's brilliancy. She seem'd Peri wing'd for flight,
 And pausing till some sign was given
 In the unclouded depths of heaven, To seek again her world of light fs Oh! for wizards gentle power To read thy thought, fair girl, this hour! That red lip moyed-"I wish knew If all our nursery tales were true s-4 About that moon this very minute II think saw the man that's in it." Alas for loves sad worship! woe That the young heart can find below No worther idols-the sweet flowers That cheer us in life's earlier hours Fade in the spring tme-stars whose beams Gladden. our boyhood's later dreams With their soft beauty, side by side Go out in heaven at evenhde- '.'o And woman, whose deep love should bless Our grown-up hearts sad loneliness Whose Parian brow, and glorious eye
 The rainbow beauty of whose smile Might witch an angel of the sky
 To finger from his song awhile Sweet woman! will forever be Ofvanities, the vanity! SEDLEY. The following is the direction of letter received in Mobile on the llth inst. which was mailed in Boston on the Eth ultimo:, t
 Ne Jackson Postmasters, pray, :E You'd send this of without delay,
 To Mobile City, in the State Of Alabama. there to wait .t
 The call of Major Aaron Gage
 A man who writes me in a rage,
 That late the letters which send, all
 Are lost thro' fault of Amos Kendall
 Tho I'm inclined to think that wholly