Rocky Mountain husbandman. [volume] (Diamond City, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1876-11-30

Like summer Evening down the golden tide;
And leave behind It's, us we pass away,
Sweet, starry twilight round our sleeping clay.
FACES.
Faces, faces everywhere In the sum
light. in the gaslight, i'll the twilight, in the
freight, still they are there, and every
where.
A few days since | saw q face in the horse
ears that has haunted me ever since. Yes,
haunted, tor what is being haunted if it is
not to have it peep out Of books at you
meet you at corners and to have it come up
before you at all sorts of odd times and
places? And thus it was this face haunted
INC. with its sweetness and sadness, check
inc me when inclined to be cross and UNI
charitable, whispering of kindness and mer-
cy. patience and submission. This face.
which | call the face with a hope laid away,
with it's still, quiet look, its mingling of sad
ness and patience; eyes with a halfinward,
Lalf-outward glance, of unmeasurable depth
and a touch of wisttulness; little, tender
cnrves around the closed mouth, that waits
and pleads no more. We would like to
take her in our arms and comfort her, but
we feel, also, that somehow; in her stiffness
and gentleness, she is far away from us
where we may not enter. That she is only
half with us, the other half with the dead
hope, at the door of its portal, awaiting the
Resurrection morn!
This is but one face, and onward it goes,
ever performing its mission, to give place to
others, with their mission also.
And next among them ONE to me-, just
now, the cheerful face-round, ruddy, and
smiling-witll it's chow are you" and
wish you well" air. Such a face comes,
and it seems pleasant weather dirirectly /; a
Hood of sunshine seems to flow into the
heart. and you find yourself returning his
smile, though he may not even be looking
at you, and you know him not. 1t may be
very homely face, yet everybody tries for a
seat beside him, and little children inyaria-
bly, try to climb upon his knee for 81 frolic.
This is what l call an 'all right" sort of
face-heart all right, head all right, and
pockets all right. One who laughs over the
little troubles, and gently puts aside the
great ones for %by-and-by. Though no PRO
~fessor,' yet lives out 'all for the best " and
thy will be done,'' and seeks not to look
beyond his depth.
Then, in direct contrast, comes the hope
less face, with its dark despair-defiant eyes
and close mouth, no tenderness there, no
range of thought discernible all fierce con-
centration. How dark and dreary it seems!
a storm coming up? No. Why this sense
OF oppression then? Only a face! And we
lind ourselves turning away with a shudder.
With this comes the other eXtreme-the
blank face-and of all, the most d%iscouragg-
Ing characterized by. an imlnovable calm, a
meaningless silence placid, contented, UNI
impressible. No need of sending a mission
airy there, for there is nothing to work on,
nothing to reform, nothing to grasp at for II
complaint, or to hope on to improve; inof-
1ensiye as meaningless, with seemingly no
mission, except to fill in between the good
and the bad, an intermediate shade betwixt
The dark and the light, in this picture of
life.
From this picture of decidedly =" still life"
let us turn to the !" wide a%Wakes.'' who look
as il they could take in, swallow up. and di-
sest everything that suggested itself, from a