FOR THE LIrcHrIELp ENQUIRER.
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FOR THE LITcHFIELD ENQUIRER. VANITY OF.FALSE PLEASURES. Hast thou not seen the meteor glare, F- A bright and transient blaze? 'T!s seen-'tis gone-we know not where, r While we admiring gaze. 'Tis gone--hut leaves no trace behind, Hid in oblvious shade 'Tis gone-alas! nor can we find

 For what or why twas made. And thus, in folly's giddy maze,

 Or what the vain call pleasure. Their joys are keIthe meteor's blaze, A momentary treasure. So in the paths of vice they tread

 To gain some futile thing; S"sooa enjoyed-so soon 'tis fed -

 But leaves behind sting.