Litchfield enquirer., 1851-12-04
From the New Hovem Register.
THANKSGIVING.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving all over
the country, excepting IN Vermont and
South Carolina. The Palmetto State, of
course. has the delightful prerogative of
going contrary But the Governor
OF Vermont has no such privilege, and he
must be "a very diminuiive esculent" to
follow such an example. II is some-
thing like initiating cotton velvet, or
countcrteiting Waterbury cents. But
there will be quite party without those
States ; and the farmer IN Maine, and the
planter in Florida, will perhaps enjoy
Lheii dinners as well as though the whole
family OF States were collected round the
board.
The turkeys that few days ago were
scattered over fields, or dotted the hills
sldes--that all summer have amused
themselves by chasing grass hoppers,
now hang up in butchers stalls or, in
company with the timid little pullets they
used to scare by rufilIng up their feath-
ers, and assuming dissipated look about
the head, lepose on The we'll secured
kitchen table. Their ,ambles are over /;
they will no more toss and SWING, as the
storm twists the branches OF their old
roostlng>place; or wink at the moon as
she staggers from behind The drifting.
clouds.
The geese, too, who hare made such
an awful fuss mornings, when they got
up; as it the farm. house were another,
Rome-the barbarians scaling the walls,
and they, emulaling the deed Of their
ancestors. were alarming the sleeping in
mates-the geese, too. have suffered.
They can no more loaf about country
roads, running out their necks, and hiss.
ing at peaceable travellers they can no
more tim their plumage where the brook
spreads out by the bridge; or when eve.
nng begins to dim the landscape, form a
triumphant procession for home. as tho
they had accomplished something won
dertul during the day. They now lie
upon their backs, and very much rcsem-
BILE an Alderman who has been cut down
by high living and corporation dinners.
The wild duck has been brought down
by the hunter, and can never again skim
over the marsh, or rise and fall on the
pillows. The poultry. yard king will no
more droop in the shower, or glitter in
the sun; he will no more flap his wings
on the wood pile. and tell the farmer
that the night is over and that the red
tinge Of mo, ming again lights up the east
ern sky; his harem will no more make
music IN the hay-loft and barn. yard.
1t poultry, have any tradition they
must be aware that about the time when
the first snow comes, frightful plague
sweeps them off by thousands and they
must meet with serious loss some
times, when the historian of their circle
One who can remember way back,
where history is blended with fables
is jollsd of 10 marke: by the '' honest"
farmer.
Something very affecting might be
said in relation To little roasting pigs. but
it would not be in good taste TO enlarge
on a pathetic theme at time of uniyer-
sal rejoicing. Some have met with a
premature end, just as life was opening
before them, who. judging from deep,
'S"StS0S ""y hOJ uAu ~ iOontuS az
things. would have grown up, if they
had not been deprived Of the chance.
They have been seen by the road side,
apparently lost in profound reseric, and
then, as if inspired with brilliant idea.-
they would propei in a circle for mo-
ment-dash at brood of chickens, and
disappear through the gateway. osten-
sibly to make note Of it," But pre-
cocious intelligence could not save them;
they were slaughtered to make Thanks, d
giving holiday.
10 the old man, it seems but little
while since last Thanksgiving to the boy
who has counted the Gays that separa-
tel him from the cheerful festival, it
appears s. an age = but the old and the
young, will rejoice to-morrow--the old
to see the young happy; and the young.
because lie to them is one long scene Of
pleasure. interspersed with many a Joy
49, H. 4