Litchfield enquirer., 1859-08-04
Whole No. 17ss.
GEORGE H. CLARK's wooDBURY CENTEN.
 NAL POEM

NAL POEM
 At the request of several friends of the gifted au- thor we make room for the following verses, so happily got off in the speech of Hon. Charles Chap man. at the Woodbury celebration Mysterious notes were abroad on the air | Significant hints of some weighty affair Rumors increased till they rose to shout, l And now we all see what the stir was about. Ye modest admirers, who we nothing to say, Make room-for spread eagle is coming this way, We stand. as it were in our forefathers' shoes, And the time for tall talking too precious to lose Here frolicsome age shall grow young at the core, And youth shall strike hands with the boys of threescorc:
 Brim full of good feeling-Oh! call it not folly We've assembled on purpose to laugh and be jolly. Ye atto1neys-turn over holiday leaf: The facts are before you-and here is the briefl So give Us as much you please of your jaw, But don't, If you love us don't let it be law. Ye grave Boanerges-who thunder at sin, Let your features relax to good natured grin; Permit theological chafng and chat And talk about butteloups, birds and all that. Forget, o my friends in this glorifed hour, The Parson who vanquished that dreadful pow
 wow-er;
 But remember the Backus and Bellamy jokes, And up and be merry like rational folks. Sink the shop, yc trader in dry goods, to day Just look at the prospect right the way Don't the sight of the Pomperaugh hills and green
 valleys
 Beat all your uay patterns, on muslin ard challies. Ye medical men-whose dreams are of drugs, Omit for while your professional shrugs Give the go-by to boluses. blisters and nux, And think of the dandelions, daisies, and ducks Ye farmers-the nearest to Natures own breast, Who draw from her stores what her children love
 best
 Who irradiate towns with fresh butter and cheese, And tickle our paates with lamb and green peas remember your haymows so fragrant in June; Your pnmpkins as large and as round as the moon The green corn roasted and ate on the sly, And the ryen 'ndian bread, and the-Oh let us
 cry!
 It makes my mouth water to talk of such things The truth is, you farmers are Natures own kings; And the queens would you see the true test of Just look at those boys are mt they proud of their
 bIth?
 Of course, we'll remember, and speak of with pride, Seth Warner, and others who fought by his side; And granl Ethan Allen-the hero all over Who conquered Fort Ti in the name of Jehovah! Historians assert that you d only one witch But history makes an unfortunate hitch; For witches still fourish-as witness these groups Though for halters and faggos you substitute hoops Then health to old woodbury merry or grave And long in the land may her progeny wave, Nor forget where their excellent grandnothers
 sleep,
 While their little babies are learning to oreep
 
 Mr. Crittenden was engaged in defending a man who had been indicted for capital of- fence. After an elaborate and powerful de- fence, he closed his effort by the following stri- king and beautiful alcgory
 When God in his eternal council conceived the thought of mans creation, he called to him the three ministers who wait constantly Upon tue throne--Justice, Truth and Mercy, find thus addressed them: Shall we make man 2" Then said Justice. 70, God, make him not, for he will trample upon thy laws" "Truth made answer also. 70, God, make him not, for he will pollute thy sanctuaries." But Mercy, dropping upon her knees, aud looking through her tears, ex- claimed, 70, God, make him-I will watch over him with my care through all the dark paths which he may have to tread" Then God said to him, 70, man, thou art the child of Mercy go and deal with thy brother" The jury, when he had finished, were drown ed in tears, and against evidence, aud what must have been their own convictions, brought verdict of not guilty. ~~~