Litchfield enquirer., 1855-12-27
TRIPLES.
And il Is bat the Iitlleness Of man that
seet1 no greatness in triHes',

And It IS bat the litlleness Of man that
seem no greatness in tribes -
i seemed little thing OF trivial
worth, assthe optic nerve reflected lis
Image on the brain, yet the mind is
!. wearied in attempting 10 grasp bui an
imperfect outline Of the nomeniouS
consequences which even now lie III
siha, embryo OF soli,lle worth. Through
out the nnmensay OF space, the mimi
test object disccrnible 10 the human
! eye, may bear in it the concealed
genn#of that motive power before
which kings shall trenble, and nations
stand AFRAID. Tr,Hes-ah, we poor
erring mortal., Boosting loudly o,
Our superiority. do make some strange
blgnders, notwithstanding our vaunled
power. Only rifle and NOT worth
noticing, aad ye. the germ Of tina. mo-
tive power which shall move world
1t is only the prick Of pin, not wort,
mindmg; but see-lbe jaw drops and
is iixed-aye, in,movabIy Iocked-tht
eyes roll b,ck in their sockets, and
assume a CLASSY stare, painful to look
at, gasp, strange gurgle, and-a
! soul has gone TO God.
One by one the huge granite blocks
we're cemen.ed in their place grad
ually the bat,lemen. and turret as
cendsd the scaifolding was erected
--the worknen were on il, calmly
waiting while the stone was ad ,usIed
10 the tackle below. The huge ed
flee wa, nearly completed. ''lIoisl
away there tit rises steadily up
it has reached lis destination. and the
man stoops TO uniasien it Oh. hor-
ror! what crash. Scaf,lIing, work.
men, stone-ali precipaated together
The little worm had gnawed the oaks
vi,a!s, AID its strength was gone +; it
could not s'sain The required weight,
and human life was sacrificed.
THIS rude, old fashioned kettle was
swinging over the blazing fire, suspen-
ded securely from the now obsolete
crane The water boiled and the
steam sought escape. Through the
spout through the crevice Of the
rough fitting lid, i, found egress, and
the quiverins cover bea: time to the
monoionous song it sang, proclaimins
its own liberty, and the hoy watched
it earnestly, wi h strange fascination
1t was only a,rifling, everyday occur
renee, yet the Archimedian lever des-
tined to move the world.
The train sped wildly on its course.
evidently making time uuequalled. j.
was nothing but little taperiug stick
-one could have cast it out OF sight
without an effort; but j, jerked The
reins from the grasp Of the iron horse,
rider--it no longer obeyed his control
-madly, wildly it rushed from its iron
pathway--down the e,nban::ment il,
plunged headlong Broken cars
broken limbs-crushed baggage
crushed humanity, heaped to ether IL
one heterogeneous sickening mass
You could scarce identify any OF ,hoss
sixty scalded, mangled, blackened
forms as the animated forms to whom
you babe adeu, and wished pleasan
journey only a little time back at yon
der station. Strange that their jour
ney should terminate thus sadly, and
no. three score miles Of il ye, passed
The boy watching the boiling kettle !;
the wedge on the railway track; the
scratch Of pin; the insect at the
oaks heart they were little things,
mere trifles, of no importance ; ye,
who shall tell their monentous conse
qaences, their mighty power over an
unseen future?