FOR TIRE LITCHFIELD ENQUIRER. THE MISANTHROPE-AF FRAGMENT.

EfQna an s.npMblished POena.
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 The Misanihrope, afier having wrought his mind to scenes through which he bud passed, exclams :- Busy reflection hence memory avaunt! Back to thy dark seqnes,er'd shades, and ne'er Again, az now, my troubled spirit haunt

 With ,houghts of hye.gone, wretched daya; appear No longer. like some hoary ancient seer. Whispering of see mes, now Paesd but which have been Reple,e with horror--f,ful as the ear or maO hath heard, mayhap perusei, when Twas hlazon'd forth by tell-lale, babblng pen. After calming his agitation, he contiDues:- was not born as now am: An, no, There was tme-'tis passed-when free as air bounded Der the fields, or traced the flow Ofthe clear brook, casting the 'luring snare Beneath iis ripping waves, when from his lair. Startled by Iny intrusive step, would spring, Der the gray heath, the frighten'd, timid hare, And the gay songster from his sIIkem wing, Shake the fresh dewdrops of the smiling spring. But now, alas! those boyish pastilnee seem But as vision tha, hath long been pass'd, Like the dark changes of fearful dream, To mock our waking. Theyge vaOisiI'd like the last Ray of the bright day star, as tt fades . Along the western summers sky, and fast

 Our leBgheR'd shadows vanish inTo shades, Mid as e'er slept oM ivy -shelter'd glades. In speakins of,h manner in which he is regarded by others, he says \ am not old: the bloom of yon.h cen now ~e Sits fresh upon my cheek the iurrOw'd trace . Ot care la vel unseeO upon my brow The yigor of my frame, and firm proud pace Arc yet unqNenchd; and ihro' the market place walk unjesiIed by man Yet why, With look intent. upon my dnrken'd face,

 Gaze thus the gaping crowda Hath the warm sky Ofds.ani clinies cast terror in this eyel

 Again, when dwelling on the cause of his soiated state Ol mind, he proceeds

 ------------And was it love Nay, Ihave seen the lover by his lamp,

 At midnight si, and sigh; when from above, The mo0n sh0ne forth upon the vallies damp With the msis of night. have seen him stamp, And pace his chamber to and fro, as doth The wayy sentinel fore the sumbering camr, His Oft rod round retread-.recal the oath Once said, once swor0 by swain and maiden both. In another part of the poem he says, @hs" descri. biRg some of his adventures I have beheld euch sceBes would have made + A heart less cnlloas than mine own shrink back In horror. have seen the assassn . blade Clean in my eye--and iaugb'd at the atiack- Seen the fierce pirate, with heart as black As hells own charnel house, and stood and gax'd, While o'er the deck he paced, and on her track, Sped the bold ship; when mounian.high were raise The foaming pillows, and fiery lighnings hlax'd:

 EOLIAN.