Litchfield enquirer., 1850-01-10
MlSGgLLAMY. " .
NEW YEARS DAY.

The stream of time rolls swift along,
 A mighty river broad and strOngi A tide, that never ebbs nor tails, Nor waits for bad or prosperous gales: But once embark, and nothing stays; Then roll oh minutes, hours and days: And still the ship ne'er stops her course: Nor years delay her onward force;
 Nor seamen's strength can furl one sail,
 Or wield one oar, tO bl east the gale:
 But, self impelpd in its career,
 The ship sails on from year to year.
 Till times broad stream becomes a sea,
 The ocean of eternity
 This mighty stream has carried us to the commencement of another year. The transactions of the past year have all been sealed up for the record on high its hopes and its fears, its joys and its griefs, have all been buried in the grave of the past; its deeds of virtue or of crime have made their eternal impress upon our character, burnt into the very essence of our hearts, and are now em- phatioally osrs, for veal or for woe, for fevsf. How very feR thsre sass sslSus' standing on-the threshold of 1s19, and making the air echo with their jovial cries of d "happy new year" were then able, in the faintest manner, to antici- pate the changes that have marked their destiny, the evils and sorrows which have crowded their path, the occurrences of momentuous importance that many have seal q their fate and fixed their characters for eternity. How may, who were then glorying in the light of life, the strength of vigorous manhood, or the buoyant hopes of all trusting youth, are now silent in the grave; the light of life extinguished, the vigor of manhood crush'd, the hopes of youth withered. How many, who, then, were surrounded by the endearments of home, the bles- sings of friendship, and the comforts and joys of mutual love, are now roaming at the will of the winds over oceans waste, or toiling for wealth in the sands of the golden west. alone, unfriended, unlov'd 1; sickness and want and death staring them in the face. How many, who, then, hailed the dawn of the new year With unblemished repatations, with unseared consciences, with the world approving, are now, with ruined characters, hearts eaten with remorse, the finger of scorn forever pointed at them, suffering the penalty of crime. atwhich, then, the ex- clamation would have been, |" Is thy servant a dog, that he should do this great thing ?"
 How is it with the year we have now commenced? Will 1850 see similar changes wrought. similar hopes blasted, similar breaches among our household deities made, similar regulations d. troy ed and crimes c0mmitted? The ltuEe only can tslL LaFus, in the resolutions that usually strsw the path of the closing 1 year with the withered leaves of repenl tance, and cover the threshold of the new with the rose buds of promise, place our dependence for life, happiness, and responsibility upon the right foundation. Let us form those determinations of pru- dence, of moderation in our desires, of contentment with our present condition, of the industrious application of those powers and facilities which God has giv- en us, of a calm and quiet trust in the decisions of an over>ruling Providence, that will bear us cheerfully and hope fully through the vieissitudes of the year, and prepare us, if necessary, for the great and last changee of all
 "Seek not to know
 What pleassth Heaven to hide, ! Dark is the aby ss of time, ....
 But tight enough to guide your steps is given,
 Whatever veal or woe betide,
 Turn never from the path oi truth aside.
 And leave the event. in holy hope, to heaven.' With these determinations and with this trust, the year can be made bles- sing to us, and we perform that part in its duties which God requires. With the hope that such will be the resofu- tions of our readers, we wish them HAPPY NEW YEAR.
 HarHord Courant.