Litchfield enquirer., 1837-05-04

to decide on the course to be pursued.-@ Conscience and the moral sense have full power to discriminate and to choose. The r'ght and wrong of actions are cloarIy per. ce'ved and understood; and the different results Of each, as to our present being. at feast, if we were to extend our views no further, may be justly appreciated. n
 It has been often and justly said, that we are creatures of habits and habits of moral character are early formed. We have pas- sions, and are liable to temptations; if we yield to evil desires for time, they become stronger; if we arc overcome bv early temptations, we shall have less power to re- sist afterwards. Tho course begun and pursued for season, will, except by an un- common effort, or some remarkable occur. renee, most probably be pursued. It will be natural to continue it. And hence the necessity of setting out right, and of enter- ing the right path early. 1t is, q common error, bat great and dangerous one, that moral reformation or change of moral character can at any time easily be effected. It is far otherwise. Besides, if there be a right course, and proper course (both as our duty and happiness are conccrned) the sooner we enter upon it the better. We shall thus show our wisdom, aud provide for our interest. Not to do SO will be act- ing on principle, which, in other, and the common affairs of life, every one condemns.
 We venture to say to the young then ]: See to your moral character-'s Get knowl. edge and wisdom; with all thy getting, get understanding" Seek for useful knowl. edge; and let this knowledge guard you.- If man knows how to pilot ship, or to manage farm. and yet sleep, or haon.s the tavern, when he should be watching at his post-what should we think of him? The light of conscience must guide the moral sense must be the criterion evil desires, aud selfish, irregular passions must be sup- pressed. Rcsolu,cly conform to duty; and habit will soon mako duty pleasant. And the middle and close of life will not be fill. ed up with vain regrets and painful self. denials.
 PARABLE OF THE MAIDEN AND THE TULIP | BULB.
 One fine morning in March, a young maiden took from her drawer tulip bulb which she had received from her brother, who delighted in the symbols which nature affords as. She went into her garden to plant it in the earth. A while she exam. ined the pretty roundness of its shape, then digged hole in the soft earth, to receive the embryo plant and flower.
 But suddenly the Bulb exclaimed with manifest terror and entreaty in tones, Pretty maiden, bury me not, implore thee, in the dark, cold, damp ground, where shall lie in sorrow and sadness, with no companions but the moles who will devour me. Rather let me remain forever with you: there can see the light and feel the warmth. Do nut bury me SO cruelty in the ground" M
 Pretty Bulb," said the damsel. as she paused kindly and stayed her hand, "l la- ment not that deprive you of the kindly shelter you have enjoyed, and consign you 10 lhe earth. The time of your slumber- ing there will be short. True, it is cold, but in few days the sun will enliven the world with it's rays, your heart will be glad- dened by it's warmth, and you will rise ont of the darkness into the light; out of tho close and unpleasant, mould you will shoot upwards in the bountiful air and from the very dampness whicl, you dread, you will derive strength. No longer root, you will shine as tue queen of flowers of spring. The lark will salute you in the morning; the butterfly will beg new charm to be- stow upon his wings, and the bee, active and cheerful, will come and solicit your fa- vors while the dew is still fresh in your bo. som."
 The Bulb was satisfied. It said no more, but the smile of faith was upon it. In few weeks passed by the garden. The humble bulb now lifted up its many colored head upon tho top of its graceful stalk. 1t was just expanding its glorics to welcome the May-day sun. The lark went fur up among the clouds to tell him of,he present which awaited his coming. The early bee murmurcd forth his grateful song to the happy flower, and chorus of butterflies tiled the air with their praises. . 1s
 Thus they sang, as they flew round and round, in the perfumed atmosphere that the happy plant brealhsd forth.
 Blessed art thou, oh flower, and double thy joy. Thy beauty and thy bliss are all the reward of thy faith. The earth is dark and unlOvely, but beauty springs out of its bosom. The ground is cold and damp, bu; thy faith has triumphed, and now thou art free, now thou art blessed Thy faith is triumphant, and thou art all bliss !' Sunday SchoOI 7saeAer. HANDS OFF.-A young damsel was %. ing to a party, when her mother charged her to keep the beaux at respectable dis. tanee. "You may lot them converse with you ss much as you please. ba. make them