Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1844-07-25
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TwILIcHT-A VISION. e.


licit the gaze Of all men, Though it tnges the va
pOrs Of the western sky once every day in the year,
yet the millions who saw it yesterday, now viewit
again with the same emotion Of joy Ut It's coming
and sorrow at its departure. And no wonder. That
deep food of twilight folding its skirts around the
waters Of yonder lake, as if it were the mantle of
father cast lovingly over the form of favorite
child--is book Of mystic prophecy Prophecyl
yes, il is written over, from the watery surface
where its base reposes, to the Aeecy clouds that
hover in the light Of its pinnacles, with morals and
eloquerce and song. Itturns its own leaves every
day as we read and every page is new the morn
ing stars when first they sang together. But oh,
how few can read their language Understandings!
Hundreds look on with blind alteration, and fol-
low as the rocks and trees responded to the call Of
orpheus-follow because they must. But the sight
is delusion, the Interpretation is a dream. None
ever yet understood Natures language without
careful, patient study. So jealous is she that she
will have the undivided heart. She condescendsto
converse Familiarity with none but her faithful ones
Mysterious, idiomatic tongue, whoever studieth
thee nightly shall be full Of thy meaning. a
Look, how those colors vary, and how those red
clouds are driven the sky by characters Of
wind. And each in his car how fercely do those
giant forms shake their meteor swords. They are
the mad passions of men-raging, warning restless
ly from generation to generation. They seem too
wild for discipline to tame, too reckless for religion
to quell. Their features once so beautiful are now
haggard and distorted az if they had caught their
/ oa,,do ,roQo %ol kb1 IS
Yet how original is every brow, how distinctive is
every form. Now they appear in the shape Of con-
tending armies. That proud figure in the front line
is the Roman Caesar. He is drawn by dainty steeds,
and high upon that indstinct and vapory flag is the
proud beak and out spread wing fthe Eagle. Be
hind him comes the fair and beauteous chivalry Of
Italy. And moving toward them, though distant
yet. behold the gorgeous standards Of the East.
The battle is finished. The victory belongs to Her
who sits at home on her many hills-and the cold
eyes of the dead Though upturned to Heaven) an
swer not as they were wont to do, to the stars of
evening. And is this all end No! other children
will be born who will sport around their mothers
homes until some other Cesar shall bid them hide
their bright locks beneath the helmet and go forth
to weller and die upon the field Waterloo was she
last, and the elements, of which yonder twilight
shapes are the representative, are minglng, mus
| tering, even in the Land Of Freedom, for another
storm. Well, let it break. You and shall be but
drops IN the ocean of blood that is to heave its red
waves upon the last shore of human refuge
| But stop-another evening has come-another
leaf in this variable, twilight volume. has been
turned, and thank God though it is dim, it is calm
and lovely. See in the midst Of gauzy. uncertain
field. a,weH-erecte altar. One on each side and
one in front, stand three marble three en-
bodied dreams Of the sculptor in his divnest hours
Of thought. She in the foreground is more lefty,
more commanding than her sisters. She is not.aus-
tere, but gentle in her beauty, and soft and most
| inviting in her smile. Her name is Religion
The form on her right is smaller in stature and Sc
verely beautiful. Her figure is bowed and her eyes
are fixed submssively upon her elder sister. She
is denominated Law.-The remaining shape is
graceful in expression beyond all human concep-
ton. She looks meekly upon the ground, and her
arms are folded gently across her open bosom.
There is sach asubdued joy in her face, your heart
beats to clasp her to your breast. Men have al
ways called her gratitude; and none ever saw her
and loved her not. Around the statues and around
the altar kneel the countless inhabitants of great
and happy nation. They are all joyful, though the
tear drops that stand upon their cheeks still speak
the language of recent pentence national fol-
lies and national shame. There you see no signs
of battle nor is there visible drop of blood, save
that which glows in the pure cheeks Of those mill
IONS
Here are extraetsffom two pages Of that twilight
book-the light succeeding to the darkness, the
whirlwind followed by the sun. Some day, at our
leisure. we will read again. H.
AFAcr.-A wool merchant in New York, ofthe
first responsibility, purchased a lot of wool few
days since, Of the late loco foco member Of Com
gress from Penn Yam, Yates County, Vim. M Z
Oliuey, Esq, who IS also the Cashier Of the Yates
CnantR Bank. After the harrain was cnrnnleted4