Litchfield enquirer., 1841-01-07

you nothing for them, you cannot grumDIe at the price. We are most of us subject to fits; am visited with them myself, and dare say that you are also; now then tor my prescriptions.
 For fit of passion, walk out in the open mir: you may speak your mind to the winds, without hurting any one, or proclaiming yourself to be simpleiOn.
 For a fit of idleness, count the tickings off clock. Do this for one hour, and you will be glad to take off your coat the next. and work like negro.
 For fit of extravaganza, or folly, go to the work house, or speak with the ragged and wretched inmates of a jail, and you will be convinced,
 Who makes his bed of briav and thorn, Must be content to lie iorlorn.
 | For fit of ambition, go into the church. | yard, and read the grave stones. They will tell you the end of ambition. The grave will soon be your bedchamber, the earth your pillow, corruption your father, and the worm your mother and your sister. l For a fit of repining, look about for the halt and the blind, and visit the ridden, the afflicted, and derangcd, and they will make you ashamed of complaining of your lighter atilictions. For fit of fdespondency, look on the good things which God has given yOu in thfs world, and at those which he has promised 10 his followers, in the next. He who goes into his garden to look for icobwebs and spiders, no doubt will find them; while he who looks for flower, may return into his house with one blooming in his bosom. sa
 For all fits of doubt, perplexity and fear whether they respect the body os the mind; whether they are a load to the shoulders, the head, or the heart, the following is Q radical sahs soh haa ioH for from the great Physician "Cast thy bur- den on the Lord, and he will sustain thee." W. Fl. Rindge-" The Noble Sailor."-Du- ing the great and memorable fire in the city l of New York, on the 17th December, 1885, a mother was seen in the streets, frantically seeking for her babe, which had been left in the upper story of building enveloped in flames. A young sailor, on learning the fact rushed through the devouring element. and in few moments restored the child to its mother in safety.
 |" But ere the throng could learn his name, That noble pas had hed' Considerable inquiry was made for the individual at the time, and we believe the grateful parents went SO far aS Co muke n, public call for information respecting him, though without effect. We arc happy, how ever, to be able now to communicate the name of WM. H. RrNDeE, late of this town, as the sailor who did the noble decd, though he is now beyond the praise of man," and, we trust, is receiving his reward in heaven.
 On that occasion, he contracted cold, which threw him into n consumption, and finally caused his death on the 23d of June last The secret of his rescuing the infant alluded to was revealed to his friends shortly before his death, and i0 anticipation of that event.-POrtsnOuth Gag. .. "L1rE, LIFE, ONLY L1rE-on any condition arlaterer. This was the almost Gying cx- clamation of the voluptuous novelist, HorF. MAN. Such was his love of life-of what he called l" the sweet habitude of being" He died nt Berlin by piecemeal-dictating his wild stories to inc last. Strange stories they were indeed for dying man tU write. The closing scene was striking and instructive.- His feet and hands, his legs and arms had for months become perfectly paralyzed and motionless. At length he lost all sensation; though his fancy retained its creative power. Feeling no more pain, he said to his phys'. cian, (thinking he was about to recovef)"I feel no more pain, it wilt soon be over."- "Yes," said the medical man, giving another and moro impressively solemn meaning to his words, "it ,ciU soon be orer 2" When
  led his wife to his bedside, and begging her to fold his motionless hands together, said, lifting his dying eyes to heaven, "me must then think of GOa als0!" Shortly after the expiring flame of life glarcd up again within him, and fancying he might still postpone intrusive thoughts of God and eternity-he said, {" l shall be we'll enough in the evening to go on with the tale have been inditing." He asked for the reading of the last sentence and just us it was finished. expired. Thus passed to its solemn account human soul, richly, gloriously gifted. but utterly fai'hless to the high trusts of the stewardship of genius. "It is worth students whilc," says a popu- lar writer, "ta observe how tobacco, wine, and midnight, did their work upon the deli- cate frame oi IlOtfMan."-Gambier 0hS.
 Arrest ef Supposed Murderers.-The horrid murder of a lad, the son of Mir. Phelps. in Brooklyn, is distinctly remembered by ev0- ry body as is the arrest of a Ind on suspi. cion, who was subsequently, dischargcd.- We learn that tue murder has now been traced to five boys, who formed part of a gang of burglars. The eldest being only 10 years ofngc. His name is w. H. COok-he is the son of a member of the bar in this city. In appearance he is very prcpossessing, and he is believed to be the lad who was at the nOuSo Ot MT. TucipSs Wtu tnC uov SAnCo murdered, on the day of his death.
 The detection of the young burglars was brought about by the discovery of stolen property in house of bad character, kept by man named McElhany, situated at the corner of Jerolemon and Furman streets.- Other articles were at the pawnbroker's es- tablishmcnts of Mir. Wilson, 26, and MT. Simpson, II Chatham street, in this city, which have also been identified as stolen in