Rocky Mountain husbandman. [volume] (Diamond City, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1876-11-09

blossoms sheds it's fragrance within. our
reach we shall a to whisper of its beauty
and its odor to those who will listen to ns
De they near or tar in the home circles we
may enter. If there are any timely topics
we can touch upon and present in an at
tractlve form, we hope to do so.
Ii words of love and cheer can win their.
welcome and their way into the hour when
the family gather "Round the Evening
Lamp" not in vain shall they have been
written.
Ihe is one. well fitted for recalling
all the memories, be they sad or pleasant,
that mark the mile-stones stretching far
backward in the lane of life.
The hour is one in which the comfort and
the calm that may come with the quiet of
the night, and the consciousness that the
present time is not wholly a time of trial or
OF trouble rest upon the heart like a balm.
There is time for an enjoyment that does
not come with the turmoil of the time and
the duty of the day.
The hour is one, too, in which we are
privileged to picture the possibilities of that
future lying far away in the invisible vistas
of the ito be-" in which we paint pictures
full Of the rose-hued colors ofhope, in which
we weave the wreaths of laurel that are to
crown our brows or the broWs of our chill
dren, in which we climb with eager steps
the ladder Of renown and find-on the top
most rounds-what?
Let us think it over, as the moments glide
silently away.
We cannot but recall. at this moment, the
whole story of life, as tits told by one of the
sweetest singers of the world. She who, in
English home thousands of miles away
from us, has yet touched by her genius an
electric chord vibrating from human heart
to human heart throughout the wide, wide
world. -
Jean Ingelow sings:
Sweet is childhood-childhood' IS over,
Kiss and part.
Sweet is youth; but youth Is a rover,
Sos my heart.
Sweet is rest; but all my showing
Toll is nigh. .4-s w
We must go. Alas! the going,
Say, Goodbye.
The %springtime of childhood with its lilies
and yiolets; the simmer af youth with the
bees that wander over and sip the clover
blooms in the.meadoW the autumn of man
hood, when the reaper is busy with the
grain and the golden fruit hangs upon the
branches the winter of old age when the 81
lent night and the snow approach so rapidly
all these pass before us as in the panorama
q Il x.. ,a ,n ~o.1 H.
The good mother, listening, signs to think
of the truth that underliesi it all gentler and
gentler falls the foot upon the rocker OF the
cradle, and the Weakening baby, reused by
the voice of the father as he reads the lines,
croons a moment and then smillingly sleeps
again. To it alone it has no m~eaning-the
silence and the sound alike are a blank.
The clock strikes it note of warning, to
be followed shortly by a more certain sound
as it utters the hour. Ihe scholar closes
his books and seeks sleep in the upper room
wherein the restless tenant in the chamber
of his brain shall also find repose.- The ia
Their and the mother lay aside the pastime
or the task of the hour, and ere long with
the turning down of the Evening Lamp
sleep descends and drops its mantle upon
the home circle and silence and the night
alone remalns.-W E. Pu6or ~ Colorado
Farmer.
STEADINEss OF PURPosE.-.n whatever
yeu engage, pursue it with a steadiness OF
purpose, as though you were determined. to
succeed. A vacillating mind never accom-