Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1846-01-15
MISCELLANY.
From the KuicG~rCocitr
TIE ANGEL OF THE TOMB.
ny p. X. KILRorEN

Speed thou to the aged away !-would'st thou
wither
The bright HUGS of youth and the hopes of
the brave
Go thou to the languishiug children Of sorrow
They will greet thee with songs Of thanks
giving and praise, #&
Nor ask thee nor wish thee 10 wait for the NOR
= rev;
We seek not thy rresencc-go thou on Thy
ways.
But the ange! heard not On his terrible mis-
sion
He had come to fulfill the stern mandate of
God: ~
What to him were the baubles OF Rank and
Condition p --.- .-
Youth, Fame--will they spring from the
green buria!-sod
The roses that fade when the hoar frost de-
scendeth,
Are hut emblcms Of man when the Spoiler
is nigh;
lie live;h he dieth his free spirit blendeth
With the throngs that have passed up bctt re
it on high. ~ a
Amid laughter and song, where the red wine
was poured,
He came, grim guest at the festival boards
Cnbdden, unwelcome, yet fearless he trcde
Through The halls where the mirthiul had
made their abode. .--
The lights were all .quenched as in dreadful
eclipse, - -.- ~
The wine-cups were dashed from the revelers'
lips, - &C. .'s
And the sound. of the dance died away on the
And silence and gloom fer the moment were
there.
He seized the fair bride in his skeleton arms,
Come with mer he exclaimetlR Il have need
F. thy charms b..
have guests that are waiting for thee and for
all, -. -.. ..s.
must feast them tonight at my banquitting
hall"
And the tmid ones shrieked, and the brayest
grew pale, --
As they bore her away anil sorrow ard vail;
For the voice of the bridegroom no more might
she greet, e.
Till they met where the shades Of departed
ones meet. ~ ~
He breathed on the world with his restlent
breath,
And the harvest was ripe for the sickle of
Deaths =
And he cut down the nations, and scattered
their thrones, ..--
Till the old earth was numbered with skeleton
bones n
From the line to the pole, meath the land and
the wave,
Their relics repose in limitless grave. ~
List, Monarch Of Dread Le, the fiat is spoken,
And the records made in the archives above:
Ere long and thy scepue and spear shall be
broken.
And the nations shall bow to the teachings
of Love
No longer shall War hold its ancient dominion,
The reign Of old Error and Want will be DER,
And Peace shall go forth on her beautiful pin.
And the fair earth shall bloom as an Eden
once more. "a .-'Tt
Fla where all thy laurels Of victory them,
For the guilty alone is thy message of wrath;
To the pure and the penitent children of men,
How blest is thy summons! hoS bright is
thy path!
Gav'st thou heed to the voice of the Prophet
that spale: ,.1.- .. ,.~' "a
sThe trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall
awake! .... ...-.
The Angel of Lie shall yet breathe on the
And these dry bones shall start into being
again
Nor BAD.-An exchange paper, wehe.
lieve it is the Lowell Courier, tells the
following good story: ..~,.,- q.
An old lady. resident of a neighbor.
ing place, kep:a large family OF turkeys,
perhaps sixty. She, like great many
other people. thought great deal of her
turkeys, consequently valued them very
highly. Opposite her door was a" West
India Goods Store" The man who kept
it one day emptied his casks OF cherries,
intending to replace them with new
This old lady being economical, Thought
it II great pity to have all these cherries
wasted, and in order to have them saved,
she would just drive over her turkeys
and let them eat them. In the course of
thesday the old lady thought she would
look after them and see they were in no.
mischief She approached the yard and
10, in one corner lay her turkeys in one
huge pile dead. I" Yes, they were stone
dead" What was to be done.
Surely the old matron could not lose
the feathers! She mnst pick them -
She called her daughter and picked them
intending to have them buried in the
morning. Morning came and behold
there were her turkeys stalking about
the yard fea,hcrle IS enough. Gas may be
supposedly crying .ola +" quit, quit ;"feel-
ing no doubt mortified that their dunk
en fit had been the means of losing their
coats. Poor things, If they had said
"quit" before they had begun they would
have not been in this bad fix" 49,.
We would advise oil young men who
are in the habit of drinking, 10 leave off
before they get picked and TO those who
do not, let every younglady say" quit. !"
A CoMIcAL STREET ScENE.-A gentle.
man pushing down street in hot haste
and ragged urchin running after him.
Mithter! Mithter! o Mithter! Ithay
mithter!'
ARE you calling me boy
sYeth ihr; thwow, what hurry
youth iih in = @
We'll speak quick--what do you
WANT Eve no time to spare
18th you going down threet!
ITO be sure you little Ounce; what do
you want :? - r+ss
why mother .hent me out to hunt
our old ,hpeckled hen, and If you thee
her with you'd catch hor for tne-coth
al,o<ar H., al s.bE la.