Litchfield enquirer., 1843-07-13
For the Enuuirer,

Inc thoughts embodied by the following lines we
 suggested by seeing widow weeping, while liste
 ing to a very eloquent discourse on death. 7 How often does single word thought,
 Unlock the stores of Memory, and disclose r The buried mass of joys, and sorrows past! And, by associations golden chain Conducted through their timesecreted shades, The mlnd with pleasure, or with sadness wrought,
 Beholds the relics ofits olden time,
 But ottener with sadness-for the Past
 Together with its lethean stream of tears,
 Is kind boon, by gracious Heavn given,
 In which to drown the memry of our woes.
 And though joy may ever and anon
 Gid with smile Life's fearful, dreary way;
 lis like fire-fys light, which cheers the eye,
 And lights the darkness with its little ray,
 But soon expires with scarce it's memory left
 Upon the soul. Lite's joys indeed are brief,
 And only serve as lights by which we read
 The thrilling tale of human suffering
 Ay! life is but long sad tale of woe, 1 And they who never weep, are only found 1 Within the portals ofthe heavenly world. listened to a preacher, as he spoke,
 In all the eloquence of soul, and word, Of death, the gasp, and mortal agony
 The eye with dimness overcast which once Beamed with the light of love, and made the soul Oftriendship yearn with delight untold, And of the cheek, where beauty held her throne, Now mantled in the pallid robes of death But oh! in a surpassing eloquence, The loathsome dead were caused to pass before The mind, which made affections choking voice Invite the aid of friends, to bear away And give into the cold embrace of earth, The forms on which Affections lavish hand Delighted to bestow its copious loves The tolling bell and the procession sad, The cruel grave, which dared to interpose Between the fearful living. and the dead That time, than which, in all grief's history, None teens with keener pangs-more copious tears When fir the first, We feel our real joss, As turning from the grave with many tears, We seek our home, all desolate, an siHrcr-- -, When all the sorrows of the dyingvent Mir. H. And all the bangs we heretofore ies of wine, or Seem drought into one point, tr ws,is life, not. Under the name of the last sad faroi |" society," All these became the theme of thought WhiC.. .... The soul, and sent it back to ponder on Afflictions days.
 And turning, beheld woman bathed in tears, whose weeds of woe, And anxious gaze upon her child gave proof That OCT the prospect of her ardent youth The wand of the fell enemy had passed, Making her children fatherless and her Clad in the sable garb of widowhood. Then Fancy lent her aid, and beheld Tbee aeestf9- aeessthf9bSs bsso of her agonzing soul. Which cluster '9ahe, 'roah!ses, and all the agonies We love, me.hought were Bieg.hg4n of,7e" Before her mind-and the emotions sad, Which heaved her breast now rack'd her soul anew And Fancy's ready pencil walked to lie Upon the canvass of her soul, the form Of him she loved when life thronged with Joys' And joyous hope stretched forth her golden wlngs' the altar of their vows. The joys of after life, in thick array, Arose to view ;-and then the scene was changed' And death, the grave, as closing OCT her hopes' I, made her all widow-flled her mind. Oh in the hour when Memory's spell enchains The sou and Hope captive shrnks away, What thoughts, unu,,erable, fill the mind! And were it not ,ha, Hope arose, supreme Bidding the spirit mourn not OCT the Fast Leading it forth into Futurity- This world, with all its thronging l.rnTd bcowded ed Were but a scene of whitening, bndered fri
 Salisbury, June 18th, lsi3 70 Al the al
 MR LEGARE.-The N. Y. AT 1"'e ci justly says that Mir. Legare was ain Greys .. ing grace" of the present Cabinet. It IS m deed most true that the loss of any other member of the administration would have been less deeply felt. He was no party to the plottings and caballings against Mr. C'ay' and we may say in the words ot Shakespeare
 This was the noblest Roman of,hem all
 All the conspirators save only he
 Did that they did in envey of great Cesar;
 He only, in general honest thought
 And common good to all, made one of them
 His lip was gentle; and the elements
 So mixed in him that Nature might stand up
 And say to all the world-1his trds q man.