Rocky Mountain husbandman. [volume] (Diamond City, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1876-06-08
THE 10 CIRCLE,
THE OLD CANOE.
ALBERT PIKE

Wn6ro LWc S1lduOW Il ucdNy InG whole uaY through,
There lies at it's moorings the old canoe.
The useless paddles are idly dropped,
Like q seabird's wings that the storm has Topped,
And crossed on the railing, one DER one,
Like the folded hands when the work is done:
While busily back and forth between,
The spider stretches his silvery screen,
And the solemn owl with the dull sttoo-whoo.,
Settles down on the side Of the old canoe.
The stern, half sunk in the Shiny wave,
Rots slowly away in it's living grave;
And the green moss creeps DER his dull decay
Hiding its Wondering dust away,
Like the hand that plants DER a tomb a flower,
Or the ivy that mantles the falling tower;
While many a blossom Of lovliest hue
Springs up DER the stern of the old canoe.
The currentless waters are dead and still,
But the twilight wind plays with the boat at will,
And lazily in and out again,
It floats the length of its rusty chain,
Like the weary march of the hands of time,
That meet and part at the monday chime,
And the shore is kissed at each turning anew,
BY the dripping bow OF the old canoe.
oh, many a time with ceaseless hand,
I have pushed it away from the pebbly strand,
And padded it down where the stream runs quick,
tUC Hi SIS ~ d1d IIC cOuiS IL lIllCk
And laughed as 1 leaned DER the rocking side,
And looked below in the broken tide,
To see that the faces and boats were two,
That were mirrored back from the old canoe.
But now, as i lean DER the crumbling side,
And look below in the sluggish tide,
The face that I see there is grayer grown,
And the laugh that | hear is a sober tone,
And the hands that lent to the light skill wings
Have grown familiar with sterner things;
But / love to think of the hours that sped
AS l rocked where the Whirls their white spray
shed, eeS
Ere the blossoms waved or the green grass grew
O'er the Wondering stern of the old canoe.
Written for the Rocky Mountain Husbandman. ]
A TALK WITH TIE GIRLS.
I am not going to write you a chapter on
Fashion, as you may think, but will speak
of something that is much more essential to
your good looks than ~pin-backs and water
falls. .'
The desire to please and be admired is a
part of the nature that God has implanted in
every woman's heart. You may try paints
and powders, silks and laces; in fact, every
thing under the sun, yet none Of these will
give you beauty, until the minds cultivated,
the soul beams from the eye, and the heart
sends words ef and womanly en-
dernessfto the lips.
First, you must get your heart right, for
s out of the abundance of the heart the
mouth speaketh." The heart is a garden
which must be cultivated and carefully
watched, else it will soon be filled with
nnyious weeds and thOrnS which will choke
the good seed you wish TO sow. Sometime
I will write you a chapter on this garden of
the heart, and tell You of the many rare
exotics you may cause to flourish with a lit
tie care. Ii the heart is filled with sweet
flowers then all the words of the mouth will
be favored with sweetness, which will cause
the lips to assume the curves OF winning.
sweetness and happy smiles that could new
er be attained by practicing before your
mirror.
You want bright eyes, not dull, sleepy
ones. Then you must read, not trashy sen-
sational novels, but books that will furnish
wholesome food for your intellect. When
you read and think the mind wakes up, the
dull look passes way and the whole ex-
preston of the countenance changes. A
vacant mind takes all the expression out of
the fairest face A t~houghtless, aimless
mind will rob he features of any expression
at all. Childish thoughts make childish
faces, pride will call disdain into the features
and the ury of your pretty lips, and will
make your face a chronic sheer; selfshness
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