Litchfield Enquirer

The War with Mexico, says the Boston Atlas, exhibits itself in several striking and singular attitudes. From the day the first gun was fired on the Rio Grande until now, we have gone on in one unbroken career of conquest and victory, and yet we have in reality done but little substantial injury to the people or Government of Mexico, compared with what we have suffered. At a low computation the bodies of ten thousand American citizens, many of them the very flower of our youth, lie buried beneath the green sward of Mexico. We have accumulated a national debt of perhaps one hundred millions of dollars, and what have we to show for all this expenditure of life and treasure? We have established a line of posts from the mouth of the Rio Grande to Monterey: there from the city of Vera Cruz to Puebla, but who is to pay for all this? The people of Mexico? By no means. It is all to be paid by the conquerors—by the Americans. The Mexican soldiers, who have fallen in battle, taken from the aggregate are hardly missed. They were undoubtedly the dregs of the Mexican population, and their loss is not deeply lamented by the middle classes or persons of property who have suffered from their extortion, during the civil wars which have been of such frequent occurrence in that republic. It is a singular fact, that while the Americans, in nearly every battle have lost a large portion of distinguished officers, hardly a Mexican officer of any distinction has fallen in battle. However freely the common soldiers have offered up their lives, the officers, either through good luck or by the exercise of that discretion, 'which is the better part of valor,' have eluded death.