The Hillsborough Recorder

From the Connecticut Mirror.

THE MORAL.

Domestic confidence is the greatest blessing; so is family distrust the greatest curse. If those who are connected by the ties of Nature cannot live in harmony, why should we be astonished at external discord? The chain of relative affection is so strong, that it is not easy to conceive how it can be broken: and yet we find that the hardest bodies can be dissolved, and the strongest may be overcome by weakness. The most timid disposition may be rendered violent by insult, and the most rugged temper may be melted by love. It is astonishing from what trifles the most irreconcilable quarrels arise. It is notorious that more disputes have been produced from friendship ill requited, than from absolute hate. The loss abuse of confidence inspires revenge; whereas the open malice of an enemy begets contempt. Although the ills of life are sufficiently numerous, yet we are constantly adding to their accumulation. We are dissatisfied with we know not what—we fancy insults we have not received, and not being willing to be pleased ourselves, we endeavor to destroy the comforts of others, and leave the sting of a bee without a disposition of its sweets. When passion gets the better of our reason, we often make those miserable whom it is our duty to render happy: and the stream of family comfort being disturbed, we trace up its pollution to the fountain head, which bubbling up with fitful tears, can never become pellucid or reposed. From gentle zephyrs storms arise, and what may be deemed a trifling misunderstanding at the moment of offence, may increase till it become a hurricane which even the sunshine of good humour and the voice of friendship can never appease.

Z.