Litchfield enquirer., 1854-10-05

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 this dull remorseless hollow roll of over,
 whelming despair, l What a Summer! passed in helples.
 fixed gazihg into the abyss -iti watching
 threading, expecting. these fire. crowned
 waves of Hell. as m 5fsg s.fs saas l And you. friend, would exercise me o
 this horror by quiet assertion of it's phys Heal origin. u is, say you, just wilc
 and hideOas pantomine by the oisordefec Efaculties, banded like misehissous schil
 dren to aff, ighl the soul. sA sss9ss..ss 1 know it. l know it 1; yet none th,
 less presen. and real, in power of fact
 are tllose sensations and ike'r apparen
 nccasioD. The ipftu,e of sburting aliv. in,a dIeans, is, I ta;nk,no less cxQu . its than endurance of actual fife. Many at unreal cause wakens real and deatllless emotion. Many a fancy of the night or day haswrougbt itself into the imperish able tissues, of souls life. With the origin of mv perccptiors. have just now little to do. Ttiak not. shadowy ioger of departing time. think not to seal my heart's lip in silence with thy touch. At thy goiag. the memories of thy doing leave me not; the deep imprint of thy contact with my being is .indelible. But, let us part as fslehds. If thou hast riven ny soul to it's foundations and laid open US vital ,hrobblngs and whelmed it in ;athomless suffering. thou hast also borne to il visions of celestial beauty, hast quickened it with new life. hast shown i, what. ersr, it h d looked in all eyes, vainly, to ste-hast. with thy ve,y crms cleared it's ,utbil atmosphere. hast been to it the occult angel of God's holy purpose Let us part as friends thee we'll.
 Would that. indivisible from thyself, might go with thee all the die phantoms bon of thy i'd stay. Shall never forget them, never lose consciousness of tnat hearing. (not listening flor every sense ,evolled, and begged for. respite with tears of blood, hearing. like one chained to rocks, the rlrking.. wr..thful yell, rising on its thunder, bass of nuts tered her or. the concentrate anguish and malice and fury of hell. c.ushtd out ol us heart by the mountains weight oi despair, the s,upendous ground>swell of infinite woe On wake not again; why must it :? why never d,e out oi my ear the crash of those fire waves. the g.oaning soughing wash of their prolonged Toll in the dark cragged caves, the endless abysses below !? os .i 3T
 God thrones himself in mystery. B, sorrows that quench human hope. he emp,ies the heart of pride. of self, of ealthly idolalries, to refill it with exhaust. less heavenly joy. He shuts up miad to gloom mirk as chaos. mephilic as the vapo's of deaiE--to stsnnglc il? lo give an earnest of eternal night? Oh!, no. but that losing in utter dark, MI stmblance of this false earth. glare, the spirit may be lighted throughout it's majestic chambers with his ,ranscendenl gio,y. aa
 So taught He me, and I lay, bruised indeed, quivering, helpless. vet with some faint pulse of hope. just life enough to warn back the ghaslly demons. who would have s s'irnuied me fer dead in the winding sheet of despair. Y
 Ls. me breathe again. Give room. CsnI hfi my hantls once more? Am ! free 2, k the shadow of death past :? Is ,l,s .she--God's white- robed angel. Peace, ntsiling where in my hea,t such tiendi>h shapes struggled or gloomed in sulIen horror? Let nse sis ssilI, my God, with thee.
 a Thoughtful one. would you ask of this deliyerance :? Say you, point us ,hr seraph. fern. bearr of light and mercy to your soul Ask ii not. Touch my heart with ti.ine. Is tltrs communion of tLe;r pulses !? Do they throb as one :? Then ku9wes, thou alfeaJy ingthat sym. pathy-whal Wcr.ls could not tell. Pray .for me. Thou. in turn. mayest need like helping. e'' Y
 Curious reader. veil thine inquisiiive though. from seeking tie human name of one who hath to endured--(may | write. 90 escapeds Alas not yet the ,seething slrging fire waves are too nigh. ] But. that in tchieA Ae@ s46sred. has 10 name. Names arc of eihe ex'efior life e-. the hnman social siaie. Past this cafnal mortal sphere they are not designatiye. Mind, out of this world life, is not Adam or Anna. or M.ry or Paul. By other recognition. Jonbiless. tliey greeta1dl are gfsetsd mule bolhe-state of souls.
 Les,it suffice thee presently. to know that aspirL thou m syest perhaps identify there. passed through lhis fretgate of trial. on his upward way.
 ya'is CLEPsYDRA. K MAN BoRS TO LABOR -- Man was born tO labor. and is so organized that be can. not be happy or healthy without some steady occupa,iou. Aud if labor and G.aoasnea, ALA hn.lthes