Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1844-05-30
six5 sa.,i HUMAN LIFE. s-3.,,r..rs4,. y,
ID Our life isbut changing dream,
Which flies like mornings golden beam.

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How changed and varied are all the scenes Of
human Ite. Our years are the mere sport of time.
Our happiness is almost continually poisoned by
some earthly alloy-and the sweetest pleasures we
ever experience, afford but q momentary realiza-
ton before they are pastand gone The changes
and alterations Of this passing world necessarily
taking plrce upon every side, nd.no less so in
respecttO ourselves. than the objects we behold
around us.l The irresistible wave of time, ever
and anon nears our dwelling, and bears from us in
the icy arms of death, some dear object Of our af-
fections.-Our mornings joyousness may be chang
edtO evenings sadness. And our most hattering
prospects, darkened in an unexpected hour, by UNI
welcomed adversely. To-day our society be court
ed by the deyotees offashion wealth, or fame, and
shine in all the gilded frappings of luxury-and
ere the setting of to-morrows sun, our bodies may
be racked with pain, and writhe beneath the cold
grasp penury and want. Ms ar. aiget al fii.
How often do the incantations Of to day, presage
the sorrows Of an unhappy hereafter. Our calcu-
iations are eyer liable to be frustrated, often
are the plans which we have laid with much anx-
iety and cares for the consumation occasioning us
only Disappointment and remorse.t Many Of US are
widely separated from the companions of our youth
native land, and all the endearments ofchildhoods
happy home. Between US and some of our endeav-
ring and aectionatey beloved friends, wide oceans
roll and others are screened from our view by the
SaD!e CWtaih 81 tne tOmDs oucn Is human lIe IN
all its peregrlnations, from gddy youth to venera-
BILE age-alike in the homeless wanderer clothed
in rags, and the princely occupant of the marble
palace, attired in the habiliments Of wealth and
treasure. -"
Soft iswith all surrounding nature We awake
at early dawn, and abroad to enjoy the healthy
fragrance Of the new born air. Everything we
hear and see affords us pleasure and delight. The
verdant woodlands of nature are vocal with the
songs Of their native warblers,-the sweet scented
fields are loaded with golden grain,-the meadows
are fresh with renovated beauties while here and
there, amid the folded blades Of grass, may be seen
| the modest lily, and inviting rose. The babbling
brook is now loosed from its wintfy chains and the
| whole aspect of nature seems to wear a smile o.
| indescribable iovliness Again we awake from an
other view, but 10, those charms are gone. Those
delightful objects we so shortly beheld are seen M
more-the babbling brook is now hushed in fetter,
of ice--the lily, and the rose, no longer bloom
those fragrant fields are now bleached with snow
and our sweet singing birds have sought more
congenial home beneath some SUMMER sky. Such
is earth. Such are the scenes which are daily dis.
played in the great drama of human life. To day
Is sunshine.--to morrow the dark tempest howle,
and chills our existence. The ingenious painter
will almost make the senseless canvas speak, but
the lines Of his pencil soon grow him. The anx-
iously enquring student of nature, curious to see
| and explore the unbounded wonders of his God,
roamS TINS VIDE world DER and at last leaves, like
Howard perhaps, his bones to be buried by the
hands Of strangers, in foreign land The ambi.
tous hero, thirstng for martial fame. lays waste
the peaceful cities Of the earth, and fills an limo.
cent world with suffering and human woe, and al
last dies like Napoleon, perhaps, in the sombrous
shades Of solitude, tar from country, home and
friends. And the declamatory politician, brilliant
scholar and accomplished statesman, after having
won the bright chaplets of their country's fame
and enjoyed all the honors which grateful people
can confer. are in a few short years the ,lncon.
scious tenants Of the silent grave Such is the
| mournful history Of human life. This solves the
| enigma of mamie scas, but Is not. To day he
| gives laws to nations, or controls the destiny Of
empires.-to morrow his body cankers in the lowly
| dust. And in view Of this, how beautifully hal
one ofour own native bards exclaimed etA
'7y '"Tis well-.for little would care AZ
$685. To swell the rolls Of high renown3
lse IT'S fondness all for empty air.
The Prince shall moulder with the Clown
But amid all the changes and denominations o
earth there is one thing which remains unaltered
1t 10 flower Of immortal bloom. Its beauties ev
er fade, -~but like the priceless diamond increase
in brightness as they increase in age. Its name il
virtue--a name that will live when the aspirations
of genius have fallen, and the proudest monument
| of earth shall cease to be. W ii a, ase I
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