Litchfield enquirer., 1849-08-02

that part ofitknown as the Plains. This,
so far as nv observation extends, is by
far the most delightful part of the town,
the surface ofthe soil being comparative
ly smooth and free from stone. This last
fact, though sufficient Of itself to form
distinguishing feature, is by no means
that which gives to the place its chief
interest and attractions. The attention
of the passing stranger cannot fail to be
arrested by the neat and home like APP
pearance of the private dwellings, that
meet his eye-the imposing structure
erected for public worship, telling in
language not to be misinterpreted, that
the descendants of the pilgrims who in
habit the surrounding hills and dales have
not forgotten to reverence the God in
whom their fathers safely trusted-and
particularly, those buildings recently
erected for the purposes Of Education,
under the superintendent Of that accom-
plished scholar and eloquent divine, who
has the honor to belong to family Of
preachers of whose fame it is unnecessa-
ny to speak to citizen of Litchfeld coun-
ty. The objects just referred to, are
among the more prominent ones to the
traveller: but there are Others yet unno-
ticed, to speak Of which is the principal
design of this article - objects which,
while spared by the hand Of time, will be
viewed only with emotions of reverence.
The first Of these which shall notice, is
somewhat antiquated edi6ce standing
nearly in the centre of the village, ard in
which, am informed, were conducted
the operations Of the celebrated Mission
airy School, that fourished SO successful
ly many years since-a School which re-
suited in lasting good to those who sat in
darkness, and exerted an influence in the
cause of missions which will long be felt.
The building, though conjecture it has
seen no inconsiderable number of years,
seems to have been we'll cared fer by its
proprietors, and to withstand the assaults
of time and the elements manfully. Its
present occupants, I suppose, are far diff
ferent from the molly group that throng.
ed it once. They have gone, all gone
some their rest in the churchyard hard
by, and some to extend the influence of
christianity and civilization, 1.-THE princi-
Piles of which were here imbibed and
strengthened,) over the degraded and
bcnighted in their native land, and finally
to lay their remains upon its bosom.
Many of my readers are aware of, and
remember, the attachments here formed
and the events that here transpired,-
deeply tinged with romance, and causing
in their day no little excitement and bus
tie in some Of the first families in the
county.
But by far the most attractive spot in
place to the visitor, and around which
many hallowed associations cluster, re-
mains to be mentioned. In rising
ground a little to the north west of the
village, may be seen, enclosed by sub
stantial fence, the village burial ground,
"Where heaves the turf in many Wondering
heap,
Each IN his narrow cell forev r laid.
The rude foreiahers of the hamlet sleep"
In the midst of this sacred spot lie en-
tombed, and resting in all the quietude
and hope Of the Christian S last sleep, the
remains of the gifted and generous stran-
ger frem Pacic's far off isle. the loved
and lamented Obookiah. Overhis grave
is erected plain marble table, on which
is seen an inscription which tells the read
er who he was and whence he came, and
pays a just and humble tribute to his
memory. AS l stood and gazed upon
that hallowed grave, called to mind the
thrilling and wonderful events which have
transpired in the history of his native isle,
and the progress of the cause he lived and
died to promote, since he was laid at rest
in land of strangers. wandered back
in imagination to the hour when, about
to embark for this country, he took his
leave of his friends and companions, ON
his native shore. / see the gushing tear,
the fond embrace, and listen to the sad
and affectionate farewell. He yet lin
gers, but the impatient sailor grasps ncr-
vously the uplfted oar forttude tri-
umphs over the weakness of nature he
takes his seat and the little craft shoots
forth from the beach his feet never again
shall tread. The sails of the gallant YES
sci are unfurled to catch the favorine
breeze, and like thing of life she b, ars
him away toward the setting sun and the
strangers home. / fancy what feelings
of deep emotion must have swelled his
heaying bosom, as he stood upon the