Litchfield enquirer., 1859-09-22

might of thelr own trusty people, they have be- 1 come the gardens of the State For many years I | have delighted to study the history of the one and now, by insensible degrees, have to love the otker
 This is proud day for you, Mr. President, and for all concerned in this celebration: No such occa. sion gladdened these pleasant dwelling places nor will such return during the lifetime of any here present. It has done more for you, in every particular. than you now know. The prepa- rations for this celebration have brought you nearer to each other You are better acquainted with each other, and your admiration and respect have been greatly increased. And it would be strange, ndeel, if the future fathers and mothers of Norwich should not, many of them rejoice to remember this occa- sion as the initial point from which they date the gorgeous cclors,
 ''Of Loves young dream.'' The ladies will excuse me for divining and divi 1 ming what may possibly be passing in their tho ts, treasured ill their hearts. But the time is too precious to he lost in rambling remarks will stop lest break the promise with which commenced. ! Besides. have friend present, descendant of your ancient town, who is favored son of the Mu ses, and whose good name is spoken throughout the land. And, believe, Mir President if you should call him now to take my place, an inspiration would immediately fall upon him, and he would give you | sparkling gem to be added to your already length ened string of pearls. will close with the senti mcnt:
 Norw,ch and Hoolbury-Twn Sisters of 1659.- The morning and evening Stars of Connecticut 1 Beautiful in their inf.ncy-Brilliant in their matli rity-A Grown of Glory will surely adorn their old age.
 Rev. William T. Bacon, of Woodbury, being now called by the President of the Day, delivered the following RESPONSE to the Call of the Chairman, at the Gen.
 tennial Banquet at Norwich, Sept. 8, 1859. Mr. Chairman
 Your kind invitation to be here at this rally, Found me out far away in the Pomperaug valley; If go, said my fears, though perhaps, twas my vanity,
 shall surely fall under some Chairman's keen eye, Where my sns-thats my verse--md some criti- cal throng
 Shall entail their curse that's call for song. My profession, Sir sometimes responds to " call;" wish, Sir; they dld worse things-thats all But if respond now as well I'm able, The fault, Sir at your end, not mine of the table But now that I m up. with just nothing to say, The question is how shall the Muse fill the lay? Shall she seek to catch light from the bright eye that's near, Or kinhle her torch by some kindred torch here? Shall she grove and descant on all these fat things But reduce to one level < both Commons & Kings "' Or go out from this scene, and reflect where we stand,
 And look ali around this magnificent land Take in all its beauties, so lavishly spread Over valley and hill top, and blue mountain head Where these beautiful rivers come musical down, And unite like sweet sisters, front of your town NItLl JJlilCu uctG free.
 Go cool their white breasts in the foam of the sea Or go look to the past, when the red man was here With his foot the soil, and his own far and near With his name on the streams and his deeds on the
 rocks,
 With might and power that Time spares, while
 he mocks
 When his will was his law and his hand was his
 sword, And the bear and the wolf only challenged him
 lord With the rude virtues springing from such ancient
 things, That made him the topmost Of Natures old kings Or come down from such past, when such soft light
 shed, From the thorns that once cinctured his meek aw-
 ful head,
 Lighting up hosts of hearts here in such perfect
 worth
 To bleach their white bones each shore of the The Winslows and Lanmans and Lathrops and
 Smith,
 Bade arcu here for this world to kinsmen and kith, And with will bowed to his, and with hearts beating
 high,
 Went forth from this scene, and went forth 10 die Where heroes arc numbered earth's records |
 bright,
 Where bright names written in letters of light Seek them where? in the battles dread, sulphcrous Seek them here where these died to save poor ru.
 iued man! Stop, my Muse this the place. not for ears not for toil
 We have met here to laugh, at least, met to smile;
 From each bright. cheerful face, electrical chain Shall go round this circle, and then round again. Till each heart by the magic of each master mind Kindles up with the love, not for se' but for kind That go from this brotherly band, North and South, East aid West, spread O CT the land,
 Bearing back to the circles from whence we have
 come,
 The love of this spot the love of old home Then these years give place to the years yet to be- And this scene awakens for you and for me. We'll recall this bright hour, and it's thoughts
 gushing free, While the beautiful Yantic rolls down to the sea.
 Woodbury, Sept 15, 1s59 C.B.