Litchfield enquirer., 1858-09-30

utmost amity and friendship. I asked the snowman what was the secret of the opera
 ton by which he brought about those aston. ishing results He told me it was pcrseveriug
 Kindness. He did not say, sir, in what par
 ticular way that kindness was to be manifest. ed. believe part of it consisted in always
 keeping them supplied with plenty of the food they wt re fond of--but it was persevering krd
 ness. My experience led me to think that the
 amicable relations thus established among the
 animals did not extend to outsiders for
 rather inadvertently rut my finger through
 the bars of the cage, when large rat sprane
 at it with such rapidity that I drew it back d
 great deal quicker than l put it in. Laugh
 ter and applause. l assure you that my bo
 som was ovcraowing with kindness towards
 every member of that "happy family" not
 excepting the rat but after that demonstr,.
 t'on on the part of the rat, did not think it expedient to pcrsevere. Laughter
 However this may be, sir, if there. is any
 one who doubts that the horse-the animal
 that most concerns us on this occasion--s sus- eeptible of the kindest feelings of our nature,
 think he would be convinced of his error by
 most interesting anecdote of Edmund Burke
 In the decline of Mir. Burke's life, while he was living in retirement on his farm at Bea- consieid, the rumor went up to London that
 he had gone mad and the fact that was sta-
 ted in support of this rumor was that he went
 round his park kissing his cows and horses. \
 friend, man of rank and influence, hearing
 this story, and deeming it of too much impor-
 tance to be left uncorrectcd, hastencd to Bea- confeld and sought an interview with the view toi ipintr hn frpt of hn
 tering into, conversation with him. Mir. Burke read to him some chapters from his Letters on the Regcidc" His friend immediately saw, that though the earthly tenement was vergng back to its native dust, the lamp of reason and genius sbone with undmnshed lus- ire. He was accordingly more than satisfied as to the object of his conliug down, and in a private interview with Mrs. Burke told her what he had come for, aud received from her this pathetic lftrmation. Mr Burke's only child, a beloved sou, had not long before died, leaving behiLd him favorite horse the com panlon of his excursions of business and pleas ure, when both were yonng and vigorous This favorlte animal was of course turned out by Mf. Burke, the father, into the park, with directions to all his servants that he should in every respect be treated as a privileged favor ite. Mir. Burke himself, of course, in his nor ming walks, would often stop to caress the fla vorlte animal On one ccasion, as he was ta- king his morning walk through the park, he perceived the poor old animal at distance, aud noticed that he was recognized by him. The horse drew nearer and ncarer to Mir. Buke, stopped, eyed him with the most pleael- ing look of recognition, which said, as plainly as words could have said: II have lost him too ; and then the poor dumb beast delibe- rately laid his head upon Mir. Burke's bosom Struck by the singuiarity of the occurrence, struck by the recollection of his son. whom he had never ceased to mourn with grief that would not be comfort,d, overwhelmed by the tenderness of the animal, expressed in the mute eloquence of holy Natures universal language, the illustrous statesman for moment lost his selfpossession, and, clasping his arms around the neck of his sons favorite animal, lifted up that voice, which had caused the arches of Westminster Hall to echo the noblest strains that ever sounded within them, and wept aloud Sir, this was seen, this was heard by the passers by, and the enemies of Burke, ull- appeased by his advancing years, by his failing health, by his domestic sorrows, made it the ground of charge of insanity. Burke is now gone but, sir, so help me heaven, if 1 were called upon to designate the event or the pe- rIod in Burke's life that would best sustain a charge of insanity, it would not be when, in a gush of the holiest and purest feeling that ev CT stirred the human heart, he wept aloud on the neck Of 8 dead sons favorite horse.