Rocky Mountain husbandman. [volume] (Diamond City, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1877-05-24

Elm With It's seventy palm trees and twelve
wells OF water, and we are the more refresh
cd because We have been tamishcd.
DO You remember the story of the traveller
who found the bag of pearls in the desert?
Tic opened the bag, in the hope that it con
tanned dates. The pearls were there. and
they were pearls OF price; but, alas. the
man was starving. One pearl alone, in the
market, would be worth many bags of dates;
but here, in the desert, one bag Of dates
would have been worth them all. SO he
trttdged along, leaving the glittering heap
behind him.
How tnany are there who, like him, find
pearls that are useless. because unavailing.
These incidents are touchstones Of character,
and he who bears them bravely becomes
wiser and greater. BY these we do not
mean those lesser incidents OF life that are
the common heritage of humanity these
are but the pin points of torture that may
irritate, but do no more. But, when one
has devoted years to the accomplishment Of
a single desired object when one has given
al his energies and brought all the powers
Of mind and body to unite in the turtherance
Of his plans, and then sees them, just as he
seems to be OF the point Of realizing his
fondest hopes, slip from him and beyond his
reach forever here is where life's bitterest
cup is drained to the dregs. The story Of
Tantalus is told over and over again in hui
man lives, the fruits of labor bend down
from the heavily laden tree of success, but
the moment the hands are lifted to secure
the golden apples, behold, as in the story,
they are snatc!ed cut Of reach.
Thus was it with Marius, sitting amid the
ruins Of a city that once rivaled Rome itself
in grandeur, himself a ruin greater than any
ruined city, himself a greater wreck than
any wreck on sea or shore. Co. said he,
"tell your master that you found Marius Sit
ting among the ruins Of Carthage.' Around
him, fallen columns and ruined spires; be-
side him. and bending her Swallowed arms
over him, the Angel of disappointment,
leading him downward to the tomb.
And as in the oldell day, so now. Not
many weeks since there died in an aims
house in New York a man who, ten years
&go. counted his wealth by the millions. No
man more respected than he, no man looked
up to or regarded more. Men hung upon
his words as though they were Xix" the
words of the princess in the fairy tale, drop
ping pearls as she spoke. His nod brought
fortune to others his little finger, lifted.
!, destroyed the castles, more wonderful than
| those of Spain, others had builded. But
Lite's wheel of fortune, SO long turning on
i, prizes for him. at last exhausted its golden
, store. and the blanks came, one by one. llt
saw friends forsahe him, disasters oyertakt
/. him. the beads upon the golden rosary slil
/ away one after another. The Angel OF Dis
: appointment took the place of the Angel o
e Success by his side, and evermore thereafter
he walked rs one walks who has no hope II
e this life or the next. At last he reached thu
It almshouse. who once abode in q palace, ant
d history had but repeated itself once nore.
Thus, to the young and to the old, the les
e son comes; to the first it may prove a bless
t. ing if rightly learned, to the last it general.
e comes too late. The one is upon the inne
S edge of lifc's circle of action; the other, ap
preaching the outer border, sees nothing
d but a blank beyond. To one Hope, partial
is ly eclipsed, gives promise OF a more golde
ID dawning; to the other, 1.-THE tender grace
Of DAYS that are deadT can return no more
no more.
.sGod pity us each, and pity us all,
=. Who yainlv the years Of the past recaH.'
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1; WHEN q Buffalo young lady-so writes
SIS co,,esnonaent-parts from her beau, who