Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1851-11-13

DEATH.
Death causes the great, and the rood
. and the lovely to pass away and they re
turn not.
Death was seated in the Capitol. Hi
sable wings was spread over one in whom
nations hope was garaered. The mas.
sive bell pealed forth with solemn sound
the funeral kne!l of our beloved Presi.
dent-the successful hero--the patriot
Taylor. He who had led the armies Of
his country to victory and glory. He
who had passed unframed amid the
smoke of battle and the clash of arms.
The unconquered warrior Of many n well
fought feld-rwas smittcn by the uner.
ring Shaft Of the Destroyer, while in the
high seat of Power, and laid low, even
as the proud oak Of the forest is leyelled
by the lightning's touch,
Again, Death visited this doomed earth
and cast his chains around q lovely in
FAINT. 1t left us ere It had tasted sorrow.
or stained its cherub soul with sin. The
mother followed; even as a broken lily, SO
she bowed her head and died. Long had
her cheek been fading, and with sum-
mer's last fair roses, she faded away.
l saw youth-his step was proud
and firm ; his eye lit with ambision's Gre;
his heart throbbed with joy at the tho't
OF rising far above his fellows, in point Of
literary fame. Receiving his parents
blessing, he went forth into the busy
world, to win for himself golden honors.
Ere long saw him on his bier. Death
had quenched the fire in his eye. and the
brightest hopes which had animated his
breast were dashed aside.
An aged man then fell victim to the
relentless destroyer; but his summoned
breath he yielded as peacefully as to a
nights rspose. Without sigh he gave
his hand to the stern messenger; for in
his Saviour's ranks he had done a veter-
ans service. and he knew he was goinp
10 be a partaker of that rest which awaits
a life we'll spent.
saw at the altar lovely being. on
whose cheek the bloom of twenty sum.
mer's had shed their glow. A bridal
song was softly swelling on the breeze,
but ere it died away, its notes were turn
ed to sadness, for on Tho lips of the fair
young bride the vow of love remained,
Her spirit had departed.
went to the bed of death, where the
young and beautiful were passing away
from earth. Twas Autumn, and love-
lier eve earth had never witnessed since
the first. virgin night of her EXISTENCE
The moon shonc with as bright radi
ance, as when ages gone by, her mild
beams stole through the bowers of Eden;
the pale stars came forth from their high
homes and looked upon the earth which
seemed as it lay in the calm moonlight,
too pure and beautiful for the abode OF
ought but peace and happiness: but the
hand of disease lay heavy upon that frail
frame, and the sobs of weeping friends
fell mournfully upon my ear for they
knew that the key of life would turn in
its wards no more, and ere the stars grew
pale at the coming of morn. would have
gone from anguish to peace, happiness
and life in Heaven. With the chaplct of
her youth still fresh upon her brow they
laid her down till her long drcamless
slumber shall be broken by the Archan-
gels trumpet. And thus it always has
been. The beloved of mighty nation,
the laughiA infant, aud the fond moth
er; the proud youth with his deep fraught
dreams Of fame the maiden with the
light of joy sparkling in her eye and
blooming on her cheek the silver. head.
sd man Of four score years, and the young
bride clad in her marriage robe and
wreath, with the sacred VOW unfinished
on her lip-all, all must pass from earth
whenever this summons con1es--be it at
mornings dawn or sun sets hush, when
the sun shines with meridian splendor, or
nights dark mantle falls on all things
earthly: be it when the hand is { ut>
stretched to grasp the chalice of pleas
ure, and the heart swel!s high With hope
and bright dreams OF the future; or when
tired OF earth's vanities and fruitless hopes
the sick heart turns from the scenes once
SO dear, and gladly passes to the calm
world OF rest and peace.
Affections chains cannot detain them.
Band of the loved and beautiful! your
work on earth is done. and ye have gone
TO the land where tho garlands wrealhed
for thee, will be Of Heavens upiading
flowers.
South Farms, Oct. 1851.