The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1885-03-06

IL O'Clock a. m, and 8 o'clock p. m. Sur
day School every Sunday at o'clock.
E. I. GRoENEVELD, Minister.
THE LYCEUM.
Exercises on the Anniversary of Longfe
lows birthday.
In the absence of the President, Mr.. j.
Batterton was called to the chair, and Mr.
A. NJ. Nation appointed Critic.
Although the Lyceum was not called b
order for fully half an hour after the appoir
ted time, there was not present one of thos
assigned for regular duty for the evening
and it was necessary to take a recess imne
diately after coming TO order. The Secretar.
suggests that members be req uested to com,
As nearly on time as possible.
The stated exercises for the evening wer,
omitted, with the exception of a Medley,
by Prof. }. J. Robinson, which was very wei
received.
As the evening-February 27-was the an
niversary Of the birthday Of the poet, Long
fellow, the programme presented wa
one appropriate to the occasion. Mrs. o'Ban
non read a sketch of the Poets life, AND
Mr.. w. II. Trippet gave brief review o.
his works. A selection from "Nichael An.
cello" was read by Mrs. NJ. w. II. Smith, and
Mr.. O'Bannon recited THE Warden of the
Cirque Ports" Some items of interest re
gardng Longfelow's life and works were
given by j. Y. Batterton, and short poem
read. Mrs. G. n. Hoss read "The Rope.
walk"
RESPONSES.
Following were the responses, being selec.
tons from Longfellow:
Excelsior. O.B.O'B.
Sunday is the golden clasp of the week.
Joy and temperance and repose
Slam the door on the doctors nsse.
The Best Medicines II. s. r.
A life Of honor and of worth
Has no eternity on earth.
-COpids De Mdnrique. j. ii. NJ.
Fleet-footed is the approach of woe,
But with lingering step and slow
Its form departs.
-COptdS De Mdnr ique. FOB.
He that respects himself is safe from others
He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce
Michael angelo. A. Il. M.
Men of genius are often dull and inert in
in society, as blazing meteor, when it de-
-Karandgh. d. j. Mon.
The talent Of success Is nothing more than
doing what you can do well and doing well
what you can do-without thought of fame
Hyperion.
call drudgery are the weights and counter.
poises of the clock of time, giving Its pendu.
lum true vibration and Its hands a regular
motion.-RdUdHdgG. w. K. G.
Take them, o great Eternity
Our little life Is but gust
That bends the branches of thy tree
And trails its blossoms IN the dust.
-Suspirid. C.N. II.
o thou sculptor, painter, poet
Take this lesson to thy heart:
That is best which lieth nearest;
Shape frsm that thy work Of art.
-GGper Becerrd. L.G. T.
Man-like is IL to fall into sin,
Fiend-like Is IL to dwell therein,
Christ-like Is IL for sin to grievs,
God-like Is IL all sin TO leave.
Sin. J. 10.
A millstsne and the human heart
Are driven ever round;
If they have nothing else to grind
They must themselves be ground.
The Restless Heart. j. ID.
Something the heart, must have to cherish,
Must love, and Joy, and sorrow learn;
Hyperion. E.M.M.
Our little lives are kept In equipoise
BY opposite attractions and desires
The struggle of the instinct that enjoys,
And the more noble instinct that aspires
Haunted Houses. j. II. M.
Blessed be God! for he created Death,
And Death IN rest and peace.
Then added He the certainty of faith
And giveth Life that neyermore shall cease.
"-Jea0iSh Cemetery at Newport. ii. Y. NJ.
Life Is real Life Is earnestl
And the grave IL not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was notspoken of the soul,
Psalm Of Life. w. II. L.
Lives Of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands Of time;
Footprints that perhaps another,
Sailing ser life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Psalm OF Life. NJ. b. III.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With heart fer any fate
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn 10 labor and'to wait.
Psalm Of Life. s. A. b.
Nor deem the irrevscable Past,
As wholly wasted, wholly vain,
If, rising on its wrecks, at last,
TO I something noe as., we attaln
s-Ihe Lddder % ST. Augustine IL. H. IL.
As unite the bow, the cord is,
So unto the man is woman;
Though she bends him, she obeys him,
Though she draws him, yetshe follows,
Useless eaeh WITHOUT Tue other m
n,,.,'~. x, nus,u,
To that nnfathom,d bonnaisss sea-
The silent grave:
Thither nil earthly psmp and boast
Roll, to DO swallswd up and lest
-copias g ps nan r wa'e' Man
All a. -. - ..,,u
borrowed sweetness from his singing;
Al the hearts of men were softened
10y me pathos OF MS music
sang Of death y and a life nSdying,
La the Islands OF the Blessed.
-Htd"oNtd LII
All are architects of fate
Working In these walls of Time;
Some with massive deeds and great,
Some with ornaments of rhyme.
The Builders.
Nothing useless is. or low: