Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1856-04-24


Ne % mo- sure that universal education
sod ecianca asenot doing very dnthaakful Of
acsjust now. They are initiating, in the mum
cipality Of mind, the work of the engineer and
contractor; levelling all the hills Of romance
end filing up the hooks and dells of fancy with
Their matter-offact cart loads of knowledge
roofing up the forests and the thickets where
possy could End . resting place, and filing theil
shades with the brick and mortar Of everyday
Efe. They are hashing thessweet toll of the
old village church bell, and starting the air in
stead with the tintinnabulum of the factory
work-caiis. and in q thousand other ways reduc
Ing this once golden life to miserable platitude
Of ssmeness The truth is, there are too many
getting behind the scenes, and learning the pine
snd-canvass realities Of the painted castles and
mountains they once gazed at with admiration
srs awe. and scraping off the golden glitter Of
the fairies, together with closer acquaintance
Every body knows all about every thing so well
that we shall no longer be able to find an un-
known peg to hang o decent novelette, upon.-
Mr.. G. p. T. the solitary horseman" may
have been seen, any time within the last year
or two, pursuing his way along our highways
and byways hunting out village traditions upon
which to found an American novel but his
search IL vain. They are all used up. The
common murders and suicides now got up, won't
answer, until they have had seasoning of
half century's oblivion.
We are therefore without o new sensation.
Dizziness unutterable regns. Even the old
Manhattoes and Puritans had better time of
it. century or two ago almost any day they
could scare up an Indian Sachcm peeping
through the brush at the pale faces, or attack
ing asettlement with war-whoop and tomakawk :;
or the far-between arrival Of sail from distant
Europe would electr;fy them or Captain
Kyd would Suddenly hover around their coats,
with his romantic long, low, black schooner,
full OF brave buccaneers or some wide-awake
fellow would hatch treason and be hanged :;
or batch Of witches would find il necessary to
be burned That was the day for events, and
NOW there are no events or rather every mo-
ment is III event, and We have become so used
to them that time is filed with the enuui of
successive current Of sensations Instead of the
old electric shock. Of news we have the regu-
lar unattractive run of nevcr-rcsting telegraph
Asa consequence, we have no great men, for
every man is great Humanity has been clc-
waited. but it is Ike the rising of great loaf of
bread The whole mass has come up together,
and the surface is topped by no man Of mark.
Where are our great novests, artists, and states
men! Where are our eminent stand points,
which history shall deem worthy to mark with
o rncmorial-pillar!
Dost thou not recollect, o my brothcrn Of
two-score the zest Of thy youth in the first
Spring radish and the earliest strawberry? 1t
too is passing away, that JOY Of thy remcm-
brance, for the steamship and railroad are level
the rich alterations OF the seasons, and crown
ing the autumn with the buds Of Spring and
the CHRISTMAS with the ripe berries Of the Sum-
mcrs sun.
From this dread monotony Of life. we have
only the regions Of the South to redeem u.s.
Nicaragua and her flIibusters turn up new ro-
manccs a,uong tho olive senoritas and the ivicd
old churches and palmy plains. Gen. Walker
with bis "couis-d'ctat" and battles and militia
~ executions aud couqucsts among the volca-
noes, looms mp in his sulphurous canopy eve
~ fortnight.
Japan might have hcen novelty, II Com.
PROFESSIONALISM had produced any thing but
q mouse. Chinas summersctting warriors and
sacred pigtails have not the odor of chivalry
and therefore they are nought for romance
Egypt has been profaned by the gossiring tracks
Of cockney travellers until the dim majesty OF
her antiquity has had the veil torn away. and
even the body and bones and golden mask Of
the Great King are fouled by the impertinct
inspirations of modern daylight.
Even the Isles Of the sea are putting on pan
taleons aud shanghac coats, and taking unro
mantle lessons in isticrffs, and the sweet naiads
Of Typee and Omoo viii soon lose there rude
identity IN Partisan hoops
The mountain gorges of the Himalayas
zr3<n~n Er;,ss e,,nu~ ennuta;,. r,u l,,rr tho;,