Litchfield enquirer., 1851-10-09

good. If these should fail, l would re- commend grating from good bearing va rietics. AIIof these methods I have tri- ed with success.
 Yours. &c., D.
 n Extract of Hon. w. II. SeWard's argument On the Michigan Railroad ConspiralOrs. <
 Gentlemen, in the middle Of tie fourth month, we draw near to the end of what has seemed to be anendless labor. While we have been here events have transpired which have reused national ambition kindled national lresentment-drawn forth national sympathies-and threatened to disturb the tranquility of empires. He who. although He worketh unseen. yet worketh irresistably and unceasing:y, ,hath suspended neither His guardian care nor His paternal discipline over ourselves. Some of you have sickened and conval- esced. Others have parted with cher. ished ones, who, removed before they he'd time to contract the stain of earth. were already prepared for the Kingdom of Heaven. There nave bean changes, too, among the unfortunate men whom l have defended. The sound of the ham, mer has died away in the workshops of some; the harvests have ripened and wasted in the fields of others. Want and fear, and sorrow, have entered into all their dwellings. Their ownrugged forms have dropped i; their sunbufnt brows have, blanched and their hands have become as soft to the pressure of friendship as yours. or mine. One of them-a vagrant boy-whom I found imprisoned here for a few extravagant words, that, perhaps, he never uttered, has pined away and died, Another, he who was feared, hated and loved most of all, has'falleu in tue vigor of life.
 "hacked down,
 His thick summer leaves all faded" When such an one falls, amid, the din and smoke of the battle. field, our emotions are overpowercd -suppressed--lost in the excitement of public passion. But when he peristcs victim of domestic or social strifo--when we see the iron enter his soul, ard see it, day by day, sinking deeper and deeper. until nature gives way and he lies lifeless at our feet--then there is nothing to check the flow of for. giveness, compassion and sympathy. II in the moment when he is closing his eyes on earth, te declares Il have com mitted no crime against my country die a martyr fer the liberty of speech, and perish of a broken heart" - hen, in. deed, do we feel that the tongues of dy, ing men enforce attention, like deep hal mony. Who would willingly consent to decide on the innocence of one who has thus been withdrawn from our errng judgment. to the tribunal of eternal ius- lice? Yet it cannot be avoided. If Abel F. Fitch was guilty of the crime charged in this indictment, every man here may nevertheless be innocent; but if he was innocent, then there is not one of these, his associates in fife. who can be guilty. Try him, then, since you must-condemn him, if you must-and with him condemn them. But remem, Der that you are mortal, and he is now immortal and that before that tribunal where he stands, you must stand and confront him, and vindicate your iudg. men,. Remember, too, that he is now free. He has not only left behind him the dungeon. the cell and the chain: but he exults in freedom. compared with which. the liberty we enjoy is slavery and bondage. You stand, then. between the dead and ihc living. There is no need to bespeak the exercise of your caution of your candor-and of your impartial ty. You will, am sure. be just to the living, and true to your country; because under circumstances so solemn-so full of awe-yeu cannot be unjust to the dead. nor false to your country, nor tc your God. ss ~... ."H