Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1840-04-16

get tew the tavern where put up, went
cUStHmpWS into tater-hOle, and like tew
have been swailowped in the mud: and if
these ere darned critters say / warn't as
sober as deacon they-I won't saw they
lie, buff they don't stretch the tuckerine
out Of the truth, Ill be gosh darned tew
biazes That's what I've got to saw. and
make the most ONT
20 away, sir, and find your cousins.
You are discharged.'
Much obliged to you, Squire. But I
should like darned well to know who is
going to pay for blacken up my new shoes
and cleaning up my Sunday coat and
iroWscrS.' S>- - 49,
sake. ~
wal, guess will. Good day Squire;
1t you ever come into our parts. / hone
you'll get hum with hull skin!' and Mr..
AbyahHemngway stalked out of the office.
AMERICAN CHARAcTERrsTrcs.- arc
not English. though we speak English for
the stately grandeur Of English society, its
!lmldity and cautious Formally, are hardly
known here but we are more French.
with much of the excitability, the spright-
Illness aud the power Of adaptation to all
circumstances that people have. The rusl,
OF the whole intellect of the coun;rv 10
politics, that unfortunate mental diversion
OF Its high power, is-but for "a moments
ior we are now IN the crisis-making US a
nation of political hypocrites, without tho
manllness to express and defend "a princi-
pie, when it is unpopular; but the intellect
which is now abandoning politics, and de-
voting itself to the elegant pursuits of ag-
ricniinre and literature, adorned by theil-
lnstrlous examples Of an irving and a
Charming, will soon put the nation on the
right road Of moral independence for
tame, It will be seen, is more easily obtain
ed by the pen, the pencil, or the chisel, or
even by the plough, than ia the now over
whefmed paths Of the politician. Ofchar-
acler, in our state of American and Euro
pean fusion, and in tho conflicting ele-}
menis OF northern and western and south
ern society, we can hardly be said to have
any at all, that is fixed. Our republic is
floating upon chaos Of theso2 elements,
the only landmarks Of which are our State
Corporations. New England character.
however, is the great predominatng prin-
ciple that seems to be subduing Others TO its
power, by the force of immigration and the
better instruction Of its immigrants. Tho
press Of the country, that pow erful engine
Of American action, is in New England
hands. The professions, generally, are
theirs. The manufacturers, and the arti-
Fans, ard the commerce, arc theirs, as a
general remark, which all, as agents of ac-
ton, powerfully predominant over the pub
lie mind. We are, also, what foreigners
will scarcely believe, an eminently poets
cal people. ~
Our country is moving romance Of his
tory, and our countrymen are romancers
in action, and knights. errant, often in prin-
ciple. The pen is not yet our instrument
OF action upon posterity, we know, but the
pick-axe is. What Mind cOnceves, it
writes not upon paper, bot scrawIs upou
the earth. Our Imagination wraps itself
in powder, and acts upon the rock and on
the cliff; now tunneling the Hill, and now
blowing up the mountain. Steam is our
spirit of poetry. We are Cyclopean wri-
tors, with the earth for our tablet, and
Vulcan and Mulciber an our ideal gods.
The lrishman is our Canova! The show
Ell is cur chisel. The wheel-barrow is the
American broom. Steamboats, are our
naiads and our nymphs. Gold is our glo-
ry. We are not men fat and full, as other
nations are with the round por,ly bulk
Of the Brton, the stoutness Of the Ger;
man, or the ruddiness Of the man Of Italy ;
but Tank and lean men, Of but little bones,
less flesh much of muscle, and all blood /;
spirits in frail tenements of clay +; born for
a short life, but to live years and years in
that life. One Of Us IS two men, thus
Our real population doubles that Of our
numbers by the intense activity Of our
lives.-KnickerJocker. .-.
NORTH CAPE.-A late yoyager gives
| the following description Of the North
Cape the most northern land in Europe,
where the sun never sets.
-" The North Cape san enormous rock,
which projecting far into the ocean, aud
being exposed to all the fury Of the waves,
and the outrage OF the tempest, crumbles
every year more and more into ruins
Here every thing is solitary, every thing is
sterile,' very sad and despondent. The
shadowy forest no longer adorns the brow
Of the mountain {; the singing Of the birds,
which eBliyen even the woods of LapiaHd,
is no Onger heard ID this land of desoIa-
ton (; the ruggedness of The dark grey
rock is not covered by a single shrnb
the only music is the hoarse murmnFing of
the waves, ever and anon renewing their
assaults on the huge masses that oppose
them. The northern sun, creeping at
midnight at the distance Of FIVE diameters
along the horizon, and the unreasonable
ocean in apparent contrast with the skies
| form the grand outlines in the sublime pic