FOR THE LlTcHrlELD ENQUIRER.
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FOR THE LlTCHFlELD ENQUIRER. WHAT IS LIFE2 What is life aeeting day,

 An hour of transient time; A moment, passing soon away,

 Borne.to an unknown cline. Life is what7 vapour flight,

 That rises in the morn; Dispersed, soon as the suns mlld light The Aowery fields adorn. Life is what7 blooming flower,

 Glin'ring with early dew; Anon,i 1t decks the smiling bower,

 Then, moulders where 1t grew. Life is what a path that leads

 Whence none can e'er return; And now, It passes Aowery meads; And now, through thickcst thorns. ., Life is what7 stream that glides, Through gloomy opaque woods; Borne swiftly to oblivion's tides, And mingles with its floods. Life is what tale that's told,

 Of pleasure, and of pain; Ofyouth, ofmanhood, age thNt's cold; In vigor's latest wane. Life Is what? metcor's glare,

 Shot forth with pompous show; Behold it now--'tis gone !--gone where7 An! that we must not know. vILLTCUS