Litchfield enquirer., 1841-12-09

also expressed the opinion that Mr. Clay was equally broken down with MT. Tyler.
 N Y. Express.
 MOTHER, HOME AND HEAVEN.
 It has been said by some one that our lan- guage contains no sweeter words than Mo- ther, Home and Heaven; ;" but be that as it may, it is certain that few, ifany other words can call up SO many tender thoughts, or bring to our recollection so many hopes and pleasures as do these indeed, there is nought that is connected with them but is joyous and comforting and well is it that memory in its backward flight can find something pleasant to dwell on, and that in manhood we can find one connection free from the noise and hustle of business, while in the latter hope can be ever buoyant and full.
 Mother-who can forget the name, or even mention it but with a faltering tongue! It was her who watched over us when but frail, weak and helpless creatures. It was on her bosom we laid ere we could lisp her name or make known our wants. It was her who carefully led us along childhood's slippery ways, and conducted us safe through OUT youthful days, and to her we fain would go for advice and counsel, even though advan- ced in years or settled in life. Her affection and love for US changes not. They cannot be removed or shaken. They cannot be chilled or weakened-and though many be- come estranged and distant, she never does, even though we may have wandered far from the paths of rectitude, and travelled long in forbidden ways. She never forgcis her offspring, and while life lasts her pray CTS ascend in their behalf.
 Home-'tis there we repose when weary, and find shelter when perplexed by cares There we meet with those we love, and to whom we are bound by ties as strong as life. Those with whom we have mingled in joys and sorrows-in pleasures and pains-and there are those who are ever ready to advise and console, when burdened by sorrow or overtaken by sickness-and it is nOught 10 us how sunny the skies of other climes- how fair the cities of other nations-or how majestic the scenery of other countries-for, as if by instinct, we turn fond and finger ing look to home, and can but exclaim, in the beautiful words of the song
 Be it ever so humble,
 There is no place like home"
 Heavcn-at the thought of this, the mind becomes burdened; not that it is an unwel- come theme-not that there is any thing re- pulsive in it; but being so used to behold so many changes-so much of sickness and pain-so much of sorrow and misery-aAd so often called to part with those we love, and feel the burning tear trickle down our check, at the utterance of the lastlong fare- well-that the thought of Heaven, reunion, and perfect happiness, makes us dissatisfied with this world, and the things thereof, and causes us to grieve that we so long soiourn in such barren, desert world, where we are surrounded by so much trouble, and so ma ny difficulties; but amid them all, how sweet it is to remember that "earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure"
 Philad. Saturday Courier.
 Caugh at Last.-Therc has been, for three or four weeks, witty sot at the Catharine Market Sunday Temperance Meetings, who has kept up the negative of the Temperance argument with infinite fun, and has turned more good temperance preaching into ridi- cule than the whole host of its confederates, combined, could do without his assistance. In nose he was very Bardolph-in humor very Falstaff; and the most strenuous ex- ertion of the lecturer could not control his muscles. or keep him from forgetting his preachment. and going off in guffaw, at the approach of this grotesque modern type of Silenus.
 We'll. this chap has been bagged. John Hawkins, who flies over the country, host in himself, in the cause ot temp. rance, and who always comes down, being as we have said, host. as corps de reserve, has {" sur rounded" this apostle of Bachus, and got his parole as temperance prisoner. He gave in at the last meeting. to John Hawkins, hav- ing thus apparently reserved his surrender till he could make it to tall Sachem in the Temperance Tribe. Now will his logic be turned the other way-his wit and his gibes will be given to the aid of the cause he has so long opposed; and we doubt not will prove one of the most successful preachers of temperance ofthe whole army. Thus. as whalers take the whales they have caught, to keep the pot boiling, do the Washington ans use their captured converts to make new ones.-N. !. Tauler