Litchfield enquirer., 1857-12-31

iIno those tHdt nOlu eAecuClVc COntrOl Deadly indeed was this strange dart of death, But deadlier far $ politicians breath. Backward and forward shifts the wool of news, Which through the year the printers eye
 peruse
 With martial music, heralded there came Great news from Hartford worthy seat of fame, The grand old oak, which braved the winter
 storm,
 Yielded it's trunk to keep baby warm And Col. Colt, who sued the Russian king, Has got an heir, blossom in the spring; Soft may it slumber on its mothers breast, Its little eyes close peacefully to rest, Its little lungs send forth their hungry cry, Its little antics please the mothers eye, Dear to her heart as any child that played Upon the bosom of a beggar maid None less the dear because to misery borne An outcast child the cause of bitterest scorn, Cheering the heart with many a plaintive cry, 5, And now more generous than an Eastern prince, Or any living human creature since Old balaam's Ass spoke on the road to say An angel stood and blocked the fright of
 way y:"
 Mark the directors of mighty road, S,nI;n,r o,f t;,Eotc h1, ho Ioo5 To travel from the fartherest coast of Maine Out to St. Louis and then back again. Who didn't go we are quite at loss to say, But blessed few there were that stayed away ; Packed in hot cars, or densely crowded rooms, Charged for their chairs, the brushes and the
 brooms,
 Charged for walk, and twice as much to ride, Charged for lamp post to support your side, Charged for seat, the privilege to stand, Charged for the very beckoning of the hand To point some place, where you might save
 your toes, Wash your smut face, or try and change your
 clothes
 At last they saw the hon, and returned, And deemed their journey had been dearly
 earned
 
 Now summer rising through the golden morn, Barcs her soft breast and wandcrs OCT the
 corn,
 Her step is tracked across the flowery main, Aud diamond dewdrops gsten in her train, The wood birds note is whisted in the grove, The doves are cooi,lg to their mates in love, The red birds plume their goldcn-pointed
 helu,es
 And oriole hammocks swing beneath the elms The white rose spreads its pale enameled
 flowers,
 Its red-cheek sister blushes in her bowers The pear blooms, startled by the passing breeze Trim their white sails and drift among the trees The tasseled chestruts in the forest wave, The painted fire fly quits its winter grave, And OCT the swamp far gmmers through the
 damp
 The golden flashes of its fiery lamp. Now in slow coaches to the highest hills, Or to the shades of rest-hidden riiIs, To farms, and houses, we'll arranged with bells, To seashore villas, and to white hotels, Rush crowds on crowds to spend the heated
 weeks,
 If country life may tnge their pallid cheeks. Often at noon time, leaning on his hoe The farmer marks the mimic and the show, The breadth of hoops, the skirts embroidered
 lace,
 The pinched up figure, and the simperng face The city maiden with her flat and fan, The vapid lover, and the fancy man Smiles to himself, above their vain concet, Aud inward chuckIes OCT the food they eat Well may they pass his rows of tender corn, Or leave his bars down in the early morn, He reckons we'll his shlings and his pence, And gladly helps Miss Rosa OCT the fence, Who pays dollar for his spavined mare, To amble out and catch the morning air Here Butler died 'twere we'll to make a note The man whom Sumner so severely smote, The southern Quixote whom he said, Was so enamored of his slavery jade He'd break lance with any one who deemed The sluts chaste virtue not the thing it seemed Here too arose the noise and guns of Wood, Who against judges and the law withstood, Creating riots for the new police Thank heaven at last he truly sleeps in peace Thus summer passed, and autumns herald came Touching the esh trees with breath Of flame