Litchfield enquirer., 1867-01-03

Were wildly faying there, And bore the oak-tree branches creak Along the midnight air; Around were snowy carpets spread,
 And frosty wreathes were twined, And there the wrinkled Past his head
 On winters lap reclined. And summoned round his dying couch
 To learn their black account, His debtors came, and yet how much
 His due in full amount, The mourning muse can never tell;
 Yet every rolling sun Had witness borne, how we'll or i'll
 Has every action done. And first Old Age with downcast look,
 To hear the judge decide, Came up with faltering tread, and took
 His station by his side; And next a man of middle age
 With lofty-bearing brow, Who Tn hfe's ever changing stage
 Saw but constant now. "And how, inquired the dying year, Have ye improved your timer" "Our time! in truth, if thou would'st hear,
 Thou art the thief of time!" They both with eagerness reioined,
 Resolved to have their way, And such a libel charge they coined
 To meet their reck' k'ning day And then there came youthful band
 With ruddy cheeks and fair, And by the dying took their stand
 With such naughty air As told how lightly every heart Was bounding in it's cell, To see the aged year depart
 And hear his funeral knell And looking now on them, he sought
 How they their trust had used And many heavy charge was brought
 Of golden hours abused: With old and young twas all the same,
 One faithless brotherhood Whate'er his age, or rank, or name
 Each sought the present good And now while in she dGifted snows
 The tempests dig g grave, The year to guard from future woes
 His dying counsel gave; And of his life he first began
 A retrospective view, Whose varied round before him ran
 In one-a short review. How like the streamers of the dawn
 That herald in the sun, He came, and then how swiftly on
 His clrcling years he run, And how with lightly tripping feet
 The hours were chased away And how the voice of music sweet
 Bespoke happy day. He told them of the joy he found With all the young and gay; And of the snow-white wreath that crowned Him on his natal day; How light heart was felt by all,
 Rejoicing in the hour, When from behind his fathers pail
 He crept in youthful power He told how many chiming bell
 A giadsome welcome rang, How many voice with merry swell
 Its songs of greeting sang; And though he came stern winters child
 His pulse beat quick and free, And many sunny face then smiled,
 And every heart was giee. He told how he ill earthly bowers.
 Where blushing roses bloomed, Had slipped the sweets from fairest flowers In which they were entombed And how he sported on the glade
 And blythe sunny streams, And how beneath the cooling shade
 lndulged in pleasing dreams. He'd been through all in pleasure's round Amid the sportive young, Had heard the curtained halls resound
  But now he saw his hoary head
 Detested in their eyes, . And with faltering voice he said,
 lis thus the aged dies! " Tis we'll, I go, and thus must glide.
 Unstained by crime, To mingle with the ocean tide Of past returnless time; And naked boughs and faded leaves
 Shall All my story tell Mine IS the boon that nature gives,
 To bid the world farewell. sYe youths, but as he spoke
 There blew a cutting blast, And with its twelfth and dying stroke,
 The clock proclaimed his last. Thus ere the winds had ceased their wall The wintry plains along, He died, and now ore hill and dale
 Another comes with song. Joy to the old, joy to the young
 Upon this new years day, Joy be the theme of every tongue,
 Joy every grief allay: Up at dawn! with frolic glee,
 Let joy each bosom fill, Let every heart be light and free,
 Each rising fear be still. Joy, reader, in the new years birth,
 But here lesson read, Youth leads to age, and hopes of earth
 To disappointment lead. < debtor to the past art thou.
 And if you're honest, true, Make this your reckoning day, and now
 Commence your course anew. *The howling ofa dog in particular manner. garded by many superstitious people as ominor sickness and death and the disposition of tI t to mew about the chamber in which corpse ng is well known. PRoGREss. The Chicago Tribune says The sporting fraternity of Chicago al .eatly alarmed at the verdict of the jur the Nellie Trussel case. They say t no mans life is safe. The ere unanimously in favor of having Mo 3 hanged, or sent to the Penitentiary fe fe. In their opinion the foundations { ublic morals were sapped, and the who] Ibric of society shaken. We think 1t ca g shown, however, that they have no re, ,n to complain. The principle was e lblished couple of years ago, in the M, ' Harris case, that it is no offence for irtuous young woman to kill virtuor oung man. It is now shown that it is lisdemeanor, punishable by one years in for harlot to kill a gamble his is certainly g gain. :"