Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1849-07-05
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An Early Flower.
By JOSEPH H. rHANDLER.

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seemed transfused to their verse, rich in
metrical excellence, and redolent of the
sweets it embalmed. But we have taken
a range among the hills and valleys, and
unable to express in poetry those senti.
ments which the season inspired, we must
though month later, appeal to humble
prose, and make record Of what we saw
and felt, with no hope Of suggesting high
thoughts to others, or Of awakening that
feeling which, in the gifted and the good
may be aroused by eloquence.
The chill OF April winds does not pre-
vent the grcenness of heritage which the
formulating power of April rains pro-
vokes. And hidden in among the relics
of last years Vegetation. and the nascent
heritage of young spring, little flo vers
had nestled away; little, but beautiful
flowers decorating the narrow space be-
tween the newborn child and the dead
parent. / plucked few of those mo-
dest gems, almost afraid that desecra-
ted the sacred altar Of Nature, in thus
taking its scanty decorations; but they
did their Office, since they awakened in
nae remembrance of Him whose hand
planted the towering oak that makes the
forest majestic, and whose fingers scat
tered the seed tat produced these min
ute ministers of his will, these records of
his omnipotence and omnipresence.
Call things are full of God"-it is the
language of the heather poet. it is the Ian
guage of divine inspiration, it is the Ian
guage Of the heart Touched with the truths
Of Nature, and connecting them with Ma
lures Author. "Hill and dale are Of thy
dressing" And as l stood in the dale
amid the delicate out-poaring fthe beau
ties there. and looked upward to the hills
studded with the time marked trees, l
said to myself, "Here is that. volume of
truth that speaks of the unknown, yet not
unreverenced, God, whose will and pro-
violence are revealed in the volume Of in
spiration."
had almost insensibly got within the
enclosure of a burying ground, which is
situated near the Frankfort Road, only a
few miles from the city. and was transfer
ring my thoughts firm the beautiful OBJ
jects of Nature to the specimens of hui
man ingenuity that transmit the date Of
birth and death, with the name of the
mortal, from one generation to the other.
No one, believe passes through a bu
rying- ground. without pausing to read the
little story, and thinking over the events
which marked the life of the deceased.
1t is good when standing thus to think
that he who is below was of like passion
with ourselves-that he had all the So
cial and domestic feelings with which we
possess, and was influenced by the events
of life as we are. What a world do we
animate when we thus think of each in
dividual--thus place him in connection
with social. domestic, political life. How
we multiply interests, augment joys, and
increase the pangs to which human ex-
istence is liable.
At the turning Of one Of the fttle ave-
nues that 'iead to the tomb" making
an easy path to the grave, l saw that a
new headstone had been erected, and it
bore the name IF one whom had known
in her childhood. She was beautiful but
more lovely in mind than person. She
married early, and gave biith to an in
FAINT, and died-a short biography. She
was not forgotten. The memorials .tes-
tilted to the get existing memory of Ler
husband-and nurse leading little
child toward the mound signified that
her virtues were to be kept in remem-
brance by the child she had borne.
A little flower had sprung up on the
very top of the grave. 1t had probably
been planted in the autumn, but it was
now beautiful in its solitude. Its colors
| were as rich as if the roots had struck
down and drawn nutriment from the
heart that mouldered below, and its odors
were as rich as if they were impaired by
the spirit that had gone upward. / know
not when have seen thus placed atnore
lovely flower: perhaps it owed a part of
this estimate to its loneliness, part to
its connection with the beauty and puri-
ty of her over whom it expanded
The little child on leaning over the
grave fell PROSTATE. and manifested no
disposition to rise. After "a few moments
delay, I gently raised her in my arms,
and placed her on her feet. She seem
ed not pleased at first with my interfe-
rance.
at is my mammals grave" said she,
with much emphasis. land she is down
there now"
But lying on the moist ground might
expose you 70 take cold"
"Yet love 10 throw myself there"
she said. al must dot, for loved her
much"
Itried TO persuade her 10 desist. but
she stepped toward the grave with view
Of repeating her fall. Her attendant
stopped down. and said In q low voice.
"But your dear mother would not be
pleased 70 see you do wrong. II IL was 10
token Of your love Tor her."
Then will not do H."
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