Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1856-11-20

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: TnAxxsoavsse! What msnnries cluster srousid
that magical word To-merrow il Is here again. -
Churches viii BE- opened - in times past and hero
and there, III over the land will b rennions md
family gathefings Thomas coming rex 70 The
old homestead with his wife. whom grandmother
hiss never set seen. William also, ~ ~ two raosh
eriea litile eiris. md Mary and her husband. Ia
nsy cosne a fton the West Jet 4 knot probable.
Int IN story Il his Oldest boys death win culce
morr v t0ad, casting dark shadow over tie ltsle
circle.
Yet il h only here ana tbee. that VIC shall tnD~
Of such meetings step ~ step seiore the wheel of
progressive life and this railroad existence Of carh
mach Of the interest which once attached itself to
ne e-honoEed institution Of Thanksgiving, DE-
rartins. And yet. IL has warm place in the cham
beers Of many man heart. and few indeed are they
who recall no past mellowed by the sweet light OF
its hallowed hours whose rays shall pene.fate far
into life's evening. The man Of business who all
the year has steadily wrought at his braintask. US
he hears TO- morrow the chime of the Thanksgiving
bells that peal from countless steeples, win pause
forty years ago The dusty mechanic shall see again
in the light of this returning anniversary, the rude
and tiny workmanfhipof his youth. The sailor in
far of seas shall watch tonight for the North Star.
that he loves to think shines home, whore he
once mingled In this Festival and the lonely watch
er who trims her lamp in the prairie cabin. shall
rock her cradle sadly humming I" Aud Lang syne.
& ind he
~ of almost every heart island in lifes cceAn.
ever green and beautiful. In some, Its veriurc may
have caught deeper tinge from the waters ct early
tears, while for others, sunbeams and their golden
light forever encircle it,
Perchance our life has been less ehcquercd than
seasons as harbngcrs Of light and gladness, and lin
ger over those Of tie past blight pictures on the
historic page.
The present is too full Of promise to mourn over
Thankssivngs gone, and the future too rich in as
piration and hope to permit Us to say that the
former days were better than these
Turning oyer the pages Of our subscription book,
numbers Of familiar names meet onr eye. from eve
ry part Of the world. Here, in Ohio, is Hsseli-
the boys went first. and finally, the old grandfather,
TO lay his bones at length far away from those Of his
dead kindred. In iowa, We md crowd of Bishops.
and Smiths and Bald~ins aud far on in Kgnsos,
Is sedg~ick, ! wocdralf. md sllslson A sdtfk.
Ing has wandered to the cotton fields OF Texas. and
a Munger news down the forests in distant Oregon.
California also numbers many of our sons among her
inhabitants, and far and wide over the land Is this
Paper circulated.
Thanksgiving may not return these wanderers
but will il not bring 10 their hearts golden recoec-
tons of New England home, with its teachings
and its hallowcd infiucncesi
Let us remember as we welcome the return Of a
day commemorative Of our joys and blessings, that
there are duties nseparahly connected with it. to be
performed in faithfulncss and love- Let MS not for
get that tomorrow sun will rise on manya heart
that only knows life through its STRIFE and suffering
for whom there are precious memories of bright
and happy festivals but past OF and bitter
ness, and present Of toll, and hopelcssness, and
Blessed is he that consiereth the poor
the Lord will deliver him In time Of trouble