Litchfield enquirer., 1842-04-28

Warehouse of Freedom and Americans
Champion whose prospectus aid types
arrived last night, and Whose frSt'number
appears Tomorrow. will eGdeavor to con-
tradct this statement. We dare him to
his teeth to do so. He knows. while the
snaky blood writhes at his citiG heart, and
the malignity Of twenty-three demons, 1--WE
think we might be justified by mention
ing n1ore) glares from his dhbolic eye. that
what we state is fact aud that each mem
Der Of the quick-tune party in asserting his
inaIienable musical rights, was as innocent
as an unbegotten merina.'
The LabOring Man.-The world, as
now constituted, is based on the mandate
of Eden,-' the sweat of The brow
shalt thou eat thy bread > and the entire
arrangements Of society, have acknowledge
ed this as the corner stone pitts existence.
From this general necessity to till the
earth ; TO lay all nature under physical
contribution, have arisen, and ever will
continue those artificial distinctions, which
divide society into its various classes
cause the division of labo'; rich and poor
learned and unlearned he statesman and
artizan. But SO wisely have these several
elements been blended, and SO happily
have their several operations been ad jusl-
ed, that no one could exist independent of
the other. Each has specific relation to
the whole; and, in the vast machinery Of
natural state, no part can say to the other
Il have no need of thee no portion can
condemn the subordinacy of another; but
all must work together under the eye Of
the same master who regardeth with equal
care the exalted and the lowly, the educa-
ted and the ignorant. We pity the man,
no matter how elevated his station, how
extensive his wealth, who contems the hon
est toll of industry, and regards the labor
err as vessel Of dishonor. He knows not
what life is-what man is. That life is
the probation day of eternity, in which we
are all laborers, doing the great work of
existence in the several departments of
temporal being; and that man, under what
soever cline or condition, is still an intel
lectual man, with faculties that ally him to
angels, aud spirit that adumbrates the
yelled Iineaments Of Jehovah. The king
on his throne can be no more; the beggar
at his fOutstool cannot be less. He, the
work of whose hands is Heaven, who made
the sun and the stars, the great master-
builder of the universe, has hallowed labor
by the majesty of his own work, and made
it honorable by the example Of Him, who,
though seated at the right hand of God,
was still the manger- Graded son of Joseph
the Carpe"ter.-Sauannah Georgian.
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Miss Sedgwick, the American traveller,
presents us, on approaching the Eternal
City," with the following vivid picture Of
the desolatiOn which surrounds it:
Our last posts were through the drea-
ry wastes that encompass Rome. The
Campagna is not, as / had ignorantly sup
posed, level, but presents an undulating
surface without morasses or staenant water,
or anything that indicates unwholesome-
ness except its utter desertion. The grass
looks rich and rank, as if sprung from "a
virgin soil, and its tnts are glowing even a,
this season. There are scattered here and
there large flocks of sheep, with lean, bag
gard, and half clothed shepherds, and shep-
herds dogs-and there are herds Of oxen
OF very large and beautiful species, and
with horns as beautiful as antlers. But,
with these exceptions, there is no life
From the submits of the hills, and there
are considerable hills, the eye stretches
over wide reach Of country, extending
miles in every direction, and here and there
an old barrack-like dwelling, crumbling
tower, shrine, or a cruciix, but no cheer
ful hablta:ions,nu curling smoke, no domes-
tic sounds--nothng that indicates human
life and country contentments.' 1t is one
vast desolation, a fit surrounding for the
tomb of nations! As we caught the view
Of st. Peters, and the domeS and spires of
the 500 churches Of Rome, it seemed as if
life we're still beating at the heart of the
body doomed to die first at the extren,i-
ties"
The 1alIest Kind Of ElOquence.-"FeL-
low Citizens II am candidate for the
high and dgnifed station Of Brgadier
General Of the second Brigade Of the tenth
Division of the Alabama Militia.
"Genllemen. When the War-Aorn
olo0ed at the beginning Of the last war,
was ploughing in peach orchard in the
State Of Tennessee my father came to me,
aud says he, Jimmy says he, Ginerai
Jackson says to the folks says he, boys,
you must 60 to the war; Iquit the plough
turned old Jack This horse into The pas
ture, and served with him two long and ar
duous campaigns. And, Gentlemen, let
me further tell you-yes Genllemen-if l
were to take Russian pencil, | couldn't
paint worse character than coward on
the field of battle, or jocky in the quarter