The avant courier. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1871-1872, 1871-10-26
AV ANT COURIER.
B0E NrUyTYNx
FOR the Ayans Coulter.



Hptnt, fofne Most eneiafi fing wora
What "a cissin OF. -nrrnsorfes cluster aroma
that hallowed spot? TO rich or poor
70 learned or Ignorant, tile bare mention
Of that honored name awaken a train
OF recollectfons dearer to the. human
heart t!iaFi,,sag}ft beside for III precious lis
soeiations are deeply engraved there. The
dear father, motise7, sisters, brothers, are al
fondly remembered; bat affection aGcords tht
first place TO mother-dear sainted mother
whose shssd etisees through lsunnss days aud
weary nights have impressed her very being
upon the plastic heart Of childhood. Wilo
does not, With the ioadest emotions, recall
Ter gSeniIs Kiss ana IA fligils IL dever
offer ap Z ferFent prayer that heaven NAV
deal gently with the loved one. If her feet
still linger on the shores of time? Who has
not felt tile dream of home steal DER him as
memory runs back over the past, lingering 90
ga tenderlgh here and there upens tie bright
spots If tl.e pistaie ii # stands
The old home, justas itstood long years ago
the apartments unchanged; the generous
board the OLD armed chair; the clock ticking
against the wall: the coy little room alott
with its downy bed spread in white, and its
cheerful attic window looking out upon the
lawn and garden below, where long hours
we're spent among the vines and budding
flowers; the orchard with its stores Of blush
ing fruit; the old brown school house with
its gentle Steseher; afhe happy schooimates
playing on their shady grove close by the
little brook. AID the busy swing fastened far
upfamong me branches the neighboriing vii
lage with its white, modest spire, ana the
waving Eie;ldoW where the boholiiks used to.
sing SO sweetly where the larks built their
little nests, and the beautiful lilies grew
amopgg the tall grass - g~s vw wr
.tLoaet,44a rtesay -heart sre scenes OF fnyekila-
When fond recollection presents them to yiew!''
When weafisd with tie cares and tolls Of
life, OF oyexalAesnaeaa With aaxietE or sorrow,
who would rot gladly say. Rock me To sleep,
smother, as he used 10 in fnfauay, and reeline
ghe head gain anIortha pilla2elrds saosastt,e
weary eyes. Yes, mother, you may well be-
stow the geAtl-s Kiss ana Eaek the little ones
10 sleep, to nerve them for the perils hidden
from thy anxious gaze; for life has many
stormy billows to cross; many lsugged psth
beset with thorns and Turing wiIes, where thy
tempted ones will need the beacon light Of a
mothers low. y aEl$As them through the
gloom. Then plant the seed of truth and
love slluEtRHe them tenderly, and they viii |
prove ~ 1 verla,lt offering to thy memory
when thou hast crossed the flood.
That eminent statesman, John Randolph, I
once remarked, ''I shoilid have been an athe-
ist had it not been for the remembrance Of
my departed niothegs who gsed TO take my
little hands ia hers and cause me to kneel |
down and say, Our Father who art in Hea- /
yen.'' A venerable minister onco said,
WHEN chilf ny mother taught NE little
prayer. and it is Of use to me, even to this
day. never close my eyes to sleep without
first saying = 2 - & = g -
Now lay me down to sleep,
pray the Lord my soul 70 keep, -
and i'll die before wake s---s
" y Ipray tila Lord rrsy soul otake. Il u u
AID this ash for Jesus sake -
tie rErurrrt15gs SOW Try socti, and eve
ming withhold not thy hand