Litchfield enquirer., 1859-02-17
For the Enquirer.

ACTION
 Do something do it soon, with all thy might,
 An Angels wing might droop if long at rest,
 And God himself inactive, were no longer blest.
 ACTION is the ruling principle in man. Every quality of mind and muscle is strangely and beaut- fully adapted for this purpose He alone fulfls the grand object of his existence who brings these ele ments of mind and bodyinto thier proper exercise.
 Mans earthly pilgrimage is at most but span When the frai tenement is laid to rest beneath the clods of the valley, there to commingle with its kin dred dust his name is lost, except to a few fond hearts. His monumental inscription, it is true, will sometimes recall him; but its brief declaration is is the same you may see in any city of the dead, simply " there lived man. Yet there is that which shall outlast the fceting breath. It is the '' truth he has spoken, the things he has done.''
 What to us, were the statesmen and philanthro- pists of ages past, more than the common herd of human cattle, who ambition never prompts to " be hero in the strife, but for the noble deeds, the god-like sacrifices, that have shed over their lustre which grows brighter as time rolls on?
 Would you be beloved in life and lamented after death? Would you win for your name place a. IlOHS tnc CuTOHlClcS Ol motul SoouuSos oLu hSofoh born daring? Then ACT in the living present.. You have duty to perform, mission to fulfil, To-day is given you for its consummation. Yesterday is lost in the mists of receding years All wishes and lame ntations for its golden moments unavailing. Tomorrow, is but fabulous skif manned by unseen hands, from out whose gauzy sails are borne the witch notes of syrens song to lure you on to the quicksands of inin ty.
 Do something, do it soon There is always enough to do Seek to raise the dropping head of diversity stricken child, and dry the tears in which the life blood is slowly ebbing away, before despair has sti fled the heart. Go to the dens of vice and misery. and rescue, before it is too late the souls there blackened and scared by sin. If you are man, and have one spark of patriotism come forward ard lend your voice and example to the great of Free dom. Undermine the polite, hollow hearted, man. mon worshipper who has reared for himself throne of human bones, cemented together by blood and tears, and hung round with reeking quivering hearts. Break down his sordid bulwark and con- sign him to oblivion until he shall be judged by the great AM. It is not sufficient merely to denounce | an unjust cause, or to laud worthy one but the heart should aid the hand. Do with your might what you see to be duty, not questioning the ap- pearance of an action. "Be sure you're right then go ahead!' In this stage of progress, when the el ements bend submissiyely to mans taprices, when the original 'seven wonders have been indefinitely multiplied, and even Solomons assertion that there is nothing new under the sum- is proved falla cy, it ill behoves man to lounge in his easy chair idly watching the sands in his hcur-glass flaming himself with ilusive follies, and dreamily slipping stupefying nectar from golden spoon. He should arouse himself, spring from the beaten track where so many have stagnated, spurn the pleasures o sense, grd on the armor of Reason and graspng tht sword of Science. stand in the van ready to combat with crusty opposition, and by blast from bomb shell charged with the spirit of the tmes dispers, the thick clouds of superstition and inactivity.
 Let '.onward and upward be his wateh-words and then, even through the most impenetrable diff cuties, shall come word of cheerful greeting iron the hosts above. For about him, although invisi pie to mortal eye, are lowering angel spirits thei antring wings warding off danger, and their swee tones breathing messages of encouragement and hop to the fainting spirit of man. It matters not wher our lot is cast if we but discharge faithfully the ob ligatonR of life so strangely blest And when it extinct forever, even the marble slab is record deeds. for they are registered in etc, < nity.
 Needs there the praise of the love written record The name and the epitaph graved on the stones
 The things have lived for, let them be our story We ourselves but remembered by what we have don, So let my living be, so be my dying,
 So let my name lie, unblazened, unknown,
 Unpraised and unmissed shall still be remembered Ycsr-but remembered by ,rhat Ihare doae'' ErHEND.