Litchfield enquirer., 1858-10-21
LIVE NOT TO YOURSELF.
BY REV, JOHN TODD

BY REV. JOHN TODD.
 On the frail little stem in the garden hangs the opening rose. Go ask why it hangs there " hang lere," says the beautiful flower, "to sweeten the air which man breathes to open my beauties to killdle emotions in his eye, to show him the hand of his God, who pencilled each leaf and laid them thus on my bosom And whether you find me on the lone moun- tain side, with the bare possibility that he will throw me one passing glance, my end is the same. live not to myself"
 Beside yon highway stands an aged tree sol itary and alone. You see no living thing near it, and you say, surely that must stand for it. self alone. Mo-" says the tree, "God nev- CT made me for a purpose so small. For more than hundred years 1 have stood here. In summer l have spread out my arms, and shcl tered the panting flocks which hastened to my protected the brood of young birds, as they lay and rocked in their nests in the storm l have more than once received ill my body the lightning's bolt, which had also destroyed the traveller the acorns which have matured from year to year, have been carried far and near, and groves of forest oass can claim me as their parent. have lived for the eagle which has perched on my top; for the hum- ming bird that has paused and refreshed its giddy wing, ere it danced away again like blossom of the air for the insect that has found home within the folds of my bark and when eau stand no longer, shall fall by the hand of man, and 1 shall go to strength en the ship which makes him lord of the ocean, and to his dwelling to warm his hearth and cheer his home. live not to myself"
 On yonder mountain side comes down the silver brook, in the distance resembling the ribbon of silver, running and leapDg as it dashes joyously and fearIessly down. Go ask the leapet what it is doing. "I was born," says the brook, high up the mountain ; but there I could do no good {; and so I am hur- rying down, running where 1 can, and leaping the sweet valley-where the thirsty cattle may drink, where the lark may sing OF my margin, where may drive the mill for the accommoda- tion of man, and1 1thcn widen into the great river, and bear up his steamboats and ship ping, and finally plunge into the ocean, to rise again in vapor, and perhaps come back in the cloud to my own native mountain, and live my short life over again. Not drop of water water comes down my channel, in whose bright face you may not read, None of us liveth to himself'"
 Speak now to that solitary star that hangs ill the far verge of heaven, and ask the bright sparkler what it is doing there Its voice comes down the path of light and cries." am mighty world. I was stationed here at the creation. l was among the morning stars that sang together, aud among the sons of God that shouted for joy at the creation of the earth. Aye, was there,
 'When the radiant morn of creation broke,
 And the world in the smile of God awoke,
 And the empty realms of darkness and death
 Were moved through their depths by his mighty
 breath,
 And the orbs of beauty and spheres of lame
 From the void abyss by myria,ls came
 In the joy of youth as they darted away
 Through the widening wastes of space to play,
 Their silver voices in chorus rung.
 And this was the song the bright ones sung" Here, among the morning stars 1 hold my place, and help to keep other worlds balanced and in their places. I have oceans and mountains, and l support myrads of immortal beings on my bosom and when 1 have done this, send my bright beams down to earth, and the sailor takes hold of the helm and fix es his eye on me, and finds his home across the ocean. Of all the countesSs hosts of my sis ter stars, wAo walk forth in the great space of creatioh, not one, not one lives or shines for herself!
 And thus God has writtteu upon the how- CT that sweetens the air. npon the breeze that rocks that flower upon its stem, upon the rain drops which swell the mighty river, upon the dew-drop that refreshes the smallest spring of moss that rears it's head in the desert, upon the ocean that rocks every swimmer in it's chambers, upon every pencicd shell that sleeps in the caverns of the deep, as we'll as upon the mighty sun which warns and cheers the millions of creatures that live in his light upon al has he written, None of us liveth to himself"
 And if you will read this lesson in charac- ters still more distinct and striking, you will go to the garden of Gethsemane, and hear the Redeemer in prayer, while the angel of God strengthens him. You will read it on the hill of Calvary, where the voice of the whole uni verse of God. proclaims that the highest, no- blest deed which the Infinite can do, is to do good to others--to live not to himself THE PRINCETON GRAvEYARD.-Few visit Princeton without strolling down WitherspoOn street to the precious graveyard You enter a