Litchfield enquirer., 1857-12-31
Fen while they talk and farther still Hear from the Gila, the Wind River Hill, The Friendly Islands, the East India Sea, Or nearer, Stockton or Mokelumne.

1 Or nearer, Stockton or Mokelumne. While disappointment oer our spirits sweep, Or the wild vail had ceased from of the deep. Hark, from the city what tale of care Flora McFiimsey" has not ought to wear, At least that's paid for, and Miss Flora hears Her ay-ha!red sire $ in debt " unto his ears," Indeed has failed and her sarcastic lover, Who smoked, and felt so very high above her, In the same boat has suuk beneath the pillow, Now represented as tborny pillow, Whereon McFlinlsy, Midas, and who knows, Struck all aback" now mournfuly repose. , o, what a rumpus have we had since then, How dry bones shake 'mongst women and
 'mongst men
 The Norwulk bridge, the great Canadian 1 smash,
 Vas not rushIght to the general hash: Not all the boilers that have ever burst, Not all the accidents on rails accursed. Not all the stcamboats into atoms blown. Not all the shipwrccks that were ever known, Compare the least. or ever will compare, To this last smash up'' of that thing of air, Poor simple Credit who before supposed She d brdged the sea- and all the world en- | closed
 In strong box, with paper hoops secured, That had indeed some twenty years endured. To name the schemes, the depots, and the cities, She said she owned would take thousand dittas
 Each twice as long as this we now have spun, And then in fact not nearly half begun. Banks taat before had suffered with the gout, From plethoric stomachs now come limping out And ere week grown supple as the eels, Shiuned round the corner with impatient heels Old millionaires, as rich as any Jew, Ran here and there, or rather wildly flew, While just before their mady hastening feet A cloud of papers whirled along the street, Each of great beauty on steel plates engraved. On which they chuckled when they sharply shaved
 Old Pewtcr's note, and took his railroad share That now is flying Ike kite in air, Without value though its chased so far, Except to light young Falstaffs fine segar. Country and city felt the general blow, None were so high and few so very low As not to feel at least slight vibration Of the volcano which blew up the nation. An yawnng caves it dug, like mighty sin, Which opened earth and let the sinners in And looking down the chasm sadly deep, See the dry bones that now for ever sleep; Some in strange shrouds all pictured and i!a- l pressed
 With railroad cars, COWS, godesses undres'd Some with great loads upon their narrUH
 backs,
 Huge piles of paper high as country stacks ; Some On their heads, some standing on thci: feet,
 Just as they looked when sbuning on the street; Some with wild eyes, cree, and bristling ha;-, Some as if laughing. now relieved from care But let them rest they sleep the sleep of deat''. Our tale is long and we must pause for breath. |. One pleasant thing amid this general crash, With mellow light our solemn fancies dash No roaring winds or wildly driving sleet l Shook the old easement or made ice the street But purple sunsets on the mountains lay, And dreaming stars shonc shimmering in the
 bay
 The cattle still sufficient pasture found, The squirrels climbed, and bayed the hunting
 hound,
 The bees were out, and hummed about the
 hive,
 The emmet's mound was once again alive, And Nature seemed of sweet and genial mind, And wantoncd softly with the winter wind We took our harp. neglected quite too long, | And fattered winter with cheerful song: It is nearly December, yet green on the hill, The cropped rowen grass has carpetug still. And o'crlooking the plain with stoical mein, A group of fringed gentians enliveu the sceue Lake sad band of sisters, whose warm cioaks we view,
 Stifny clasped at the neck to protect from
 the weather,
 They have passed from the world, and DOW | rsadestly blue,
 In the primest of style are hoase-kecri.,.
 together.
 Thank God for the sunshine that banis,c.
 frost,
 For men must have fire at whatever the c....