Rocky Mountain husbandman. [volume] (Diamond City, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1877-06-28

prices. 1t is a smiling oasis in the dreary
Sahara of life. The purity of such a love is
only equalled by its nobleness, and is instinct
with that God-like love that knows no
change, even when it's object may have
passed that ''bourne from whence no travel.
er returns" True love is full of brightness
and radiant in smiles. The spring of our
purest happiness opens in this love of 1oves.
which transfuses the whole being, shedding
in all the chambers of the soul the soft mel
low light Of cultivation and refinement.
Pure love is the crown worn by angels, cher
ubim, seraphim and saints in the mansions
of eternal glory,
And when the Prince of Peace came down
From regal courts above,
The brightest jewel in his crown
Was, Everlasting Love-
To strive to win such a love for a play
thing, to trifle with such feelings, is to trltie
with the hottest and most God-like impulses
of a human heart. A heart and a life may
be laid waste, when lured on to love by
trick, grace, witchery or beauty to lay all
the wealth of affection of which they are
possessed, and but too late discover the clay
feet OF the lovely idol. The hand is put
forth to pluck the blushing, queenly rose,
but much Of the fragrance is gone, and
many leaves have lost their beauty, for some
one has very truly said, ga coquette is a
rose from which every lover plucks a leaf"
The heart and its affections should be holy
ground, wherein We tread softly and with
bated breath, whose lovely flowers we lift
tenderly lest they should be crushed and
Wither away.
In every heart there lives a longing for
affection. Charlotte Bronte has said, Glow
ever old, humble, desolate or afflicted we
may be, SO long as our hearts possess the
feeblest spark OF life they preserve also, shiv-
ering near that pale ember, a starved, ghost
ly longing for appreciation and Affection
and knowing such to be the case, how cruel
breathing spectre, gaunt with long starva-
ton; how cruel, [ repeat, to shower for a
time upon it the mama of love, till it bios
som and blaze, then to cast it aside as worth
less. To pluck the lovely rose, pull off and
cast away one by one all it's rose-hued leaves
until all fragrance and comeliness be gone,
then throw the worthless stem away.
1.-THE pain is over now; the scar
Alone remains to speak to me
OF that dead love, that vanished star
Of happy hours, now gone so far
The distance seems eternity.
Oh, you, who have the art to gain
A hearts pure love, supreme, intense!
Turn all it's happiness to pain.
But spare your soul the added stain
OF calling your guilt innocence!
You think because the ocean tide
smoothes all the pebbles on the shore;
Because the grief, concealed by pride.
To outward gaze has wholly died,
That life flows onward as before.
No, no! these dreams, forever fed,
Leave their sad mark upon the soul.
And at some light word, lightly said,
The pain we think is long since dead
Leaps up alive beyond control.
Oh, art of winning love! by this,
Our God HIMSELF alone can save,
To gain the power we use amiss
He left His throne of endless bliss:
We know what awful price He gave.
Start up, O soul, to whom he sends
This mighty power, henceforthn no more
For idle pleasure, selfish ends,
Abuse the precious gifts he lends
Behold, the Judge is at the door"
PANDORA.
FL
SLEEP.
sleep. DR.. w. A. Hammond says, may b.
defined as general repose. Almost all tn
organs rest during sleep. The heart, popu
u.aocad To be in nernetual motion. /