FOR THE LITcHFIELD ENQUIRER.

 A SKETCH
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Written On Ledge of Rocks, in C-. 1t was lovely morn! Ay, morn So inexpressbly beautiful,

 To one of Eden's sunny days it might Have been compared; to meet one far dearer To my heart than all beside on earth; A being by consanguinity's - Holy ties related; hied me forth With steps elastic; as Hope, and Love, Gave ten-fold strength and sprightlness to life's Dull tread Onward pressed, and every rock, And fence, and tree, that met my view, shaped In Fancy, the lovely form of that Dear cousin. But fell Disappointment Cast a gloem over the bright dreams of - The morning. The roses of Hope began To wither; and Expectation found A vacuum in her sunny cup. found myself upon a rugged cliff, With the melancholy pine, and hardy oak, Beneath above, and all around me- And the chirping Squirrel was there my sole Companion endowed with animated life: His eye with glance suspicious, first Surveyd d the intruder; and then, at length. Perhaps finding a congeniality In disposition, that shyness wore away; With condescension great, his little frolicks He resumed until my every thought Was centered on that gamboNing mite Of Nature.

 OGod! how infinitely great: How supremely good! to make thy works So correspond, that every atom conforms In beauty, innocence and delightfulness, To make one grand and universal whole. The glorious Sun crept on with stealthy pace Until it reach'd its utmost meridian: Fain and unheeded, would Ilet the Warning pass; but the sentence to return Is too imperative. No darling Jane With smiling eyes, and form of grace, Has met my view: yet my souls delight, Ye woods, ye rocks, ye little birds, and all That's cast charm upon me, both sublime And beautiful, must bid ye A ng'rng adieu; old Time commands, I dare not dsobey.

 October 1897. J*"*" A.