Rocky Mountain husbandman. [volume] (Diamond City, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1875-12-23

A TRUTHFUL SKETCH.-Let a man fail in
business, what an effect it has ON his former.
creditors! Men who have taken him by the
arm, laughed and ehatted with him by the
hour, shrug their sholders, and pass OF with
a cold " How do you doy?"
Every tritie of u bill is hunted UP and pre-
scented, that would not have seen the light
for months to come, but for the misfortune
ofthe debtor. If it is paid, well and good
if not, the scroll of the sheriff, perhaps,
meets him at the corner. A man that has
never failed knows but little of human ma
tue.
In prosperity, he sails along gently, waited
by favorfng smiles and kind words from ey-
erybody, He prides himself on his name
aiM spo less character, and makes his boast
that he has not an enemy in the world.
Alas, the change! He looks at the world
in a different light when reverses come upon
him. He reads suspicion on every brow.
lie hardly knows how to move, or to do this
thing or the other; there are spies about
him a writ is ready for his back. TO know
what kind of stuff the world is made of, a
person must be unfortunate, and stop pay
ing once in his lifetime. If be has kind
friends, then they are made manifest. A
failure is Il moral seive--it brings out the
wheat and shows the chaff. A man thus
learns that words and pretended good will
are not and do not constitute real friend
ship.
A MOTHERS WoRTH.-Many q discour-
aged mother folds her hands at night, and
feels as if she had done nothing, although
she has not spent an idle momen since she
arose. Is it nothing that your lite children
have hid some II to come to with all their
childish griefs and joys? Is it nothing that
your husband feels '>safe'' when he is away
at his business, because your careful hands
direct everything at home? Is it nothing,
when his business is over, that he has the
blessedrefttge Of home, which you have that
day done your best to brighten and refine?
Oh, weary and faithful mother! you little
know your power when you say, 81 have
done nothing" There isa book in which
a fairer record than this is written over
against your narne.-Star Of Pascagomla.
NEARNEss OF DEATH.-When we walk
near powerful machinery, we know that one
mis-step and those mighty engines would
tear us to pieces with their flying wheels, or
grind US to powder In their ponderous jaws.
So when we are laundering across the land
in a railroad carriage, and there is nothing
but an inch OF iron flange to hold us on the
line. So, when we are in a ship, and there
is nothing but the thickness of a plank be-
tween us and eternity. We imagine then
that we see how close we are to the edge of
the precipice.
or on the land, the partition that divides us
from eternity is something less than the oak
plank, or a half,inch iron flange. The ma
chinery o1elife and death is within us. The
tissues that hold the beating powers in their
place are often not thicker than u sheet of
paper, and if that thin partition rupture, it
would be the same as if a canno ball had
struck us. Death is inseperably bound up
with Life in the very structure Of our bodies.
Struggle us he would to widen the space,
no man can, at any time go further from
death than the thickness of a thin sheet of
paper.
He that always waits upon God, is ready
whatsoever lie calls. Neglect not to set
your accounts even he is a happy man who
so lives, as that death at all times may find