Litchfield enquirer., 1854-09-21
Reverie of a ChurCh Sexton.

draw an audience. It's better shan all the popular preachers that ever were born Oh there E my memorandum book II like to have forgotten it, and if them directions had not been tended to, most likely I should have lost my place; let's see. (Takes out memorandum and reads
 "By order of Judge R. the woman who squints and eats cardamon seeds is not to be pat in the seat in front of him.
 By order of Squire B. the young man who ogles his daughter and wears plaid pants, is 10 be put some where on the other side of the church.
 }"By order of the wealthy Miss Pru- dence Prim, the young man whose clothes smell of cigars and brandy be set in the pew behind her.
 The request of MT. A.. mechanic. that s rangers be not shown into his pew
 -to be attended to, if convenient" Quite chapter, anyhow. But people are beginning to streak in. Thefe'stwo young women waiting common sort of folks, I guess; gentiIity don't come so early as this. Have a seat, narn. She, with a bow--If you please, sir. No matter, politeness is a cheap article. it don't cost nothing. So here goes the two women into one of the back wall pews.. Here's two more birds of fhH same feather-w wooleu shawls, straw bon> nets and cotton gloves wall pew second from the door good enough in all conscience. t , s
 An ] there's bride. Satin velvet and white kids; fine broadcloth and white vest Shall I have the pleasure of showing yourself and lady some seats? ? They must have some fist rate seats, for they are evidently somebody. What a difference there is in folks .s
 Now. there's a dressmaker and schoolmistress-nobodiss Back seats good enough. Two young lawyersa- somebodies must find seats in the middle aisle. A rich widow--some> body; midle aisle. A broken down minister; coat rather seedy. cravat rath- CT coaiss; side aisle. Six fashionable boarding school olgirls--somebodies mid- dle aisle. if possible. Rouged cheeks. but a splendid silk cloak -. somebody; middle aisle. An apprentice boy, de> cent looking, but a nobody ;.side aisle. Who'll say Isin't judge of human nature ?--Don't l know who man is the very minute I see him2 k
 Now. there's one of your seedyAcoated old fellows coming. Don't I set him down as nobody, and won't he be glad to get any kind of a seat ? I'll show folks that I understand my business. Have seat, sir2
 Confound my i'll luck ] Just as was putting him into one of the poorest seats in the house, along comesJudge R.. who spy ing him comes up. and says he: "Ah! how dye do, Governor B? Take seat with me, sir i: my wife will rejoice to meet you" Shaking hands with the seedy coat he looked daggers at me, and l'il bet fourpence I've lost my place. Who'd have thought the old fellow was an ex.Goyernor But that comes of looking as meek as scboolmaster, and dressing like a wood sawyer. Why don't folks as ought to. hold up their heads and be somebodyi IF IT WAS NOT FOR HoPE THE HEART WoULD BREAK. So said loved one to us years ago. All hope. We're i. not for Hope. the arm would fall powetless on the struggling battle field of life. and the pure light would fade out from the weary eye. We sit in the shade of the elm and watch the living ocean ebbing by at every throb of the heart life- wave rolls on the other shore. The footman with his pack and the rich man with hIs steed. is urged on with the hope of better things ahead. The rag. ged child with his basket of berries hopes for manhood and the days of brighter sunlight for him. The old man creeping up the hill on staff and crutch looks out with hope for coming death and tho rest beyond the grave. Tue sun has long since faded out from the sky. Tell him he shall never see the rest he seeks, and tears would wet the wrinkles on his wlthered cheeks; for his old frame is worn out and he longs to lay it aside and leave his staff and cru.ch at the door of the grave. The living world hopes. and the soul-was aa anchor to cast out when the storms stir the great ocean of life. ss
 All
 Have hopes, however wretched they may bas Or blest. It is hope that lifts the lark 70 high- Hope of lighter air and purer sky:
 And the poor hack which drops down on the fints Upon whose eye the dust is setting
 He hopes to die. No being is, which hath Not love or hope"
 PRErTY Coon --The Coxsackie Union makes the following disclosures in re- gard to that wonderful and t0 . degree sect. Know Nolhings :''
 .srhe token of recognition has finally been discovered by a close observer. VNyA -n szs.e-