Litchfield enquirer., 1859-03-10

| TIE TONGUE AND THE EYE.--Words and glances how sharp and swift they fly, and how tremendous in their power for good orevi!s I for joy or sorrowl t5 llH1 giiHeE Es5g 9es'ea There are words that carry healing to the sad heart, and there are those which crush and uproot the young and joyful hopes of the bray est spirit. There are those which cheer and inspire, which renew the courage of those ready to perish, aud which send the thrill of life aud hope even through the cold bosom of despsir There are words that make the soul of the 1 weeper to sing for joy and thanksgiving which can cause that poor, suffering thing the sport of passion and the fount of tears f the human heart-to reel beneath the Over- ' towering load of its rapture or to sliver and shrink away into the chill darkness of hopeless night. t- aa S EgB3
 Oh, words are mighty things who can stand unmoved before them? They melt or burn they warm or scorch, they bless or curse. Shar- per than two-edged sword do they fall from the lips of anger and scorn. a1 @sS -sa They can soothe and calm the troubled spiris, can comfort the afflicted and oppressed Or they can lash the waves of passion, hate aud strife, to fearful fury. 91 tHs
 Words can sting like serpents they can gnasl, and rend and tear, like ravening wolves they eau cleave through the nerve and the marrow, and make wounds whose ragged scars will nev- CT pass away. These may indeed be held from sight, covered over by the wthered leaves and flowers which choke and mouldrr in every hu- man heart. -. .. ss,F2 Words, gentle, sincere and kind, from a warm heart, can make friends whom death hath no power to sever, and the harsh and angry lyrr rIS off aIyac Efo 1op Words words words how they rush and ring About the highway, the sheltered path way, in the valley and tie meadow, on the mountain, Il r,ugh the fer:st, in the valley by the river side, along the shore and on the sea. The most remote and quiet hamlet hath it's countless words, and through the town ard city they roll and sweep with continuous roar Who can tell the sum of them ? Yet for every single word that man shall speak he shall give an account of in the day of judgment" Oh, words are fearful things And the si- lent glances of the eyes--who has not felt their influence i? Ab, wiio has followed all the depths of that orb of mystery, the human eye2 Whence, but from that strange living creature, the invisible spirit that dwes within the .pri-; i sor-house of clay O. undiscovered essence, it is through the wonderful eye thou lookest forth and Tn the eyes of each other mortals may catch glimpses of uncertain radiance and the showy outlines of that subtle thing, the hu- man soul. But let any try to behold less vaguely, let one seek to give those fitting, wa very gleams, that impalpable presence, 6is- tinct form and he is at once bafled and made aware, to his ever increasing perplexity, that man may not see himself, nor yet his brother whom he lov, s, but only the perishing and shat red tabernacle wherein he dwels. Strange, b ,wildered mystery. The eye. though thing of dust, which must darken and close heavily, and moIder back to whence it came, is yet a monarch. Who disputes it's sway 2' Who hes not warmed and gIowed beneath it's glances !; who has not trembled and turned pale and covered and shrunk away from it's cold glance CT it's chilling scorn It can thrill with rap ture unuterable every pulse and nerve, and 1t can freeze the springs of happiness, even in their widest flow. fpss
 Since, then, the eye is so powerful for good
 or evil, let each one set watch upon it's glanc- es, as well as upon the "words of the mouth
 and the thoughts of the heart" .-
 ". Y Erangelist