Litchfield enquirer., 1836-01-14
MELANCHOLY MoMENTs.

MELANCHOLY MOMENTS.
Il /" 81 would not live always :; ask 40, 10 s.av
Where storm after storm rises dark Ger the wav
! The lew uFd mornings that dawn us here, - ~
Are en"nglo lte'swoes, Toll e"oueh tOr it's cheer"
Thou arr gone bright and beautiful sum-.
mer, with all thy green leaves, and roses, to
be here no more For assessor. Thou hast,
borne them all hence upon the winds. to,
rest few short hours in oblivion, aud
then come back in all their sweetness to-
the longing earth. Even as the fond par.
licipators ofmy happiness have passed one
by one, aud left this lone heart 4 gloomy
and unlighted sepulchre, SO hast thou pas-
sed away. And shall be here when the
warm sunshine Of spring breaks up the rude
frosts OF winter, and Hnlocks the lev fetters
wllicl'have stayed the siyers in their course.
and stopped the wild gusl, Of fountains?
when all nature again smiles and puts on
her garment Of green--shall Ithen be here
to pluck the first spring flowers upon moor
and mountain All! who NAV tell. YesI
/ who may look forward 70 ,ty coming. and
say~ ! shall be here T. Some unforeseen
1 pestilence, some hidden blow from the
hand of him who created the universe Of
worlds, and WHO is the all-seeing ruler of
our destinies, hsay bear US hence to be here
no more forever. The songs Of birds NAV
be heard again in the forests, and the hum
Of bees upon the wild flowers, .unwitnessed
but by few Of those that now feel that thou
art gone. Who of the gay circle that now
smiles around me, may be dwellers ofahe
earth. when thou again visitesi il. Thy
balmy winds may sigh over them, and the
dew drops rest sweetly upon the long grass
that overshadows them, and /, even I, NAV
be one ofthose who have passed away!
yet, oho scould' live forever? Who would
not rather die when the ties that bind us
here are yet unbroken when our early
affections are,yet nniarnished, and our fond
hearts are stih glowing with the warm inn
pulse Of youth, unchilled by the lapse of
time! Who would not pass away, while
bic is yet bright with the flowers of exis-
tence, and friendship has not grown cold?
All /! why do we cling to earth z when the
warm currents Of life are frozen, and our
time worn and chanpelled brows wear the
deep impulses Of age !; when the rude frosts
of our decline have stolen each, flower, Of
beauty. and fitted our gray heads for tho
tomb; why do we still dread the coming
of death, and say we not yet feadyg
True, thou mayest come again thy beau
tiful flowers may spring up. when the earth
and green leaves may thrill 10 the music Of
tho birds; the fountains may gush forth
from their chains, and the young streams
leap to their own murmurs. But not like
unto this is age. Death is tho only resto-
rer, and who would not hail il as the high
boon from Him who created all things2
r. a4fs "a ga.tegs,s Moral ReRscker,,
~ s4sa ID FAITH AND WORKS. Aa stsssE
A worthy son of the church in the West
Highlands. who had peculiar opinions
touching the assurance Of faith, having oc-
casion to cross ferry, availsd himself Of
the opportunity to- interrogate the boatnan
as TO the grounds Of his belief, assuring him
that il he had faith, he was certain OF a
blessed Immortality. The man Of The oar
said he had always entertained different
notion ofthe subject, and begged to give
an illustration Of his opinion. I" Let US
suppose" said the ferryman, "that one Of
these oars is called faith, and the other
works, and try their several merits" Ac-
cordingly, throwing down one oar in the
boat, he proceeded to pull the other with
all bis might, upon which the boat was
turned round and made no way. !" Now"
said he, "you perceive faith won't do, let
US try what works CAM Selling the 9TH
or oar and giving il the same trial, the same
consequences ensued. "Works" said no
"you see won't do either let US try them
together. The result was successful
tho boat shot through the waves, and soon
reached the wished for haven,
(" This" said the honest ferryman, SIS
the way by which l hope to be waited
over the troubled waters Of this world, to
the peaceful shores Of Immortality
Boot Warren, the boot
blacking manufacturer in London, has a
retired residence ten miles from the city
keeps bis carriage; goes II. il to London
in the morning ) puts onshis apron, and
works all day in. his shop, and returns in
his carriage at evening. He employs
poet who does nothing else but to vary his
metre and modes of illustration in singing
the praises of W-arrens backing. Ii is
not al all surprising that Warren has reali-
zed an immense sum in the sale Of this ar
| ticle, for there is not a newspaper OF peri
odical in all Great Britain or Ireland,
which he has not patronixed in the way of
advertising. In fact, his advertisements
appear in almost every part Of Europe. and
he has agents in every principal town. 1t
is stated that Oh, 400, 900 are annually ez-
pended in London, for advertising the sim
gle article Of blacking! :.
An Old Consiabi.. -Na,han Beers. EGG - who died