Litchfield enquirer., 1841-11-25

journal, which he intended to publish.
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 LITERATURE.
 l Without assigning to literature higher rank than all will be willing to accord to it. 1t may be called one of the chief elements oi civilization. Without is aid even Chris. tlanty itself, with all its ameliorating power, and all its hChign influence, would be of lit tle avail. Observation and experience prove the fact that, that nation is most highly civ iliZed, ana most prosperous and happy, where literature has made the greatest pro. gress. Wherever it has exerted its mighty 1 power, science and the arts have reared their towering heads, and rendered all the pro- ductions of nature subservent to the wants of man. Air, fire and water, are but instru- ments of his will, in the advancement of com nerce, manufactures, and the mechanic arts, which contribute so essentially to individual comfort and happiness, as well as national prosperity. While literature enlarges and expanjs, it liberulizes the mind, removes prejudices which are often anti.social in their effects and breaks down the walls of super stition, whose pernicious influence has been | so frequently experienced in the moral and 1 religious world. Where learning is un- known or where it is confined to few, tho mass of the people are compelled to gropc their way in darkness Genius has no in. centive, because, there are few objects upon which 10 exercise it; talent lies dormant, be- cause there is no field for its display; enter- prise is powerless, because its action is con. fined to narrow limits. The slaves of pas. sion, men are actuated by its widest and rudest impulses. But let the light of learn- ing break through the overhonging cloud, and the whole aspect of things is changed by it's magic power. Genius, talent and enter prises find boundless fields for display, and all the higher and nobler principles of our nature are called into action. Science and the arts exert their sovereign sway, and man appears in all the dignity of his character, in all the elevation of his nature. and in all his might and power.-Nashville Whig.
 Beautiful Ertract-Go out beneath the arched heaven in nights profound gloom, and say, if you can, There is no God !"- Pronounce that dread blasphemy, and each ken darkness of intellect-evcry voice that floats upon the night winds will bewail your utter hopelessness and despair. Is there no God? Who, then, unrelied that blue scroll, and threw upon it's high frontispiece the legi. ble gleamings of immortality? Who fash toned this green earth, with its perpetual rolling waters, and it's eXpanse of island and main? Who settled the foundation of the mountains! Who paved the heavens with clouds, and attuned, amid banners of storms, the voice of thunders, and unclaimed the lightnings that linger and turk, and flash in their gloom! Who gave to the eagle safe eyrie where the tempests dwell and beat strongest, and 10 the dove a tranquil abode amid the forests that ever echo to the mins- trelsy of her moan! Who made thee, oh man. with. thy perfect elegance ofintellect- and formA Who made light pleasant to thee, and the darkness covering and herald to, the first beautiful, flashes of the morning! Who gave thee matchless sym |;metry of sinews and lmb! That, regular flowing of blood! The irrepressible and daring passions of ambition and of love !- And yet the thunders of heaven and the wa ters of earth are chnincd!: Are there no floods. that man is not swept under 6eluge? They remain, but the bow of reconciliation hangs out above and beneath them. And it were better that the limitless waters and the strong mountains were convulsed and com mingled together-it were better that the ve- ry stars were conflagrated by fire or shroud- ed in eternal gloom, than that one soul should be lost, while mercy kneels and pleads for it beneath the altar of intercession. . FORMATIONS ON LOVE. .
 This falling in love is a poor miserable piece of business, any how. A young mans time can be much better employed. It is a waste of time and great deal of trouble. A strong si'Dile might be drawn between his situation who is in love, and
 that of toad constrained to remain under that useful agricultural utensil, the harrow. Driven from pillar to post, and his life almost worried out of him in order to gra,i- fy the caprice of some young female be- having like n monomaniac all day, and de- prived of his rest all night, suspicious of his male friends and acquaintances, and tor- men,ed in every conceivable manner 1; the poor wretch who gets in love is sincerely to be pitied. "The course of true love never did ran smooth"-no, that 1t didn't! X great many fine fellows have been snag- ged on that same stream. H abounds in rocks, shoals, quicksands and float wood aud the tide runs seventeen knots an hour, if not faster. A canal should be dug in order that it might be avoided altogether; and, as for that young rufiian, Cupid, his bow and arrows should be taken away, and he sent to school to learn good manners in- stead of being allowed ,o fire his missiles in all directions, tO the terror and annoyance of good ci,izeus. We speak; from experi- ence. We were inlove ourseH once heels over head in. love, and we would much rather have been in dcbt. It was highly concentrated state of wa,chfnlness and we take this opportunity of stating that there is slight difference of opnioR between ourself and Messrs Ovid, Moore and others on that score. We entertain feelings of tlle highest egard for those gentlemen, but