Daily Yellowstone journal., 1889-05-12

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this morning you see il as though it
were Y, sterday-the sitting room,
where the loved ones sat by the plain
lamplight, the mother at the evening
stand. the brothers and sisters, perhaps
long ago gathered into the skies, then
plotting mischief on the floor or under
the table, your father with a firm voice
commanding a silence that lasted half
a minute.
Oh, those were good daysl If you
had your foot hurt. your mother al
ways had a soothing salve To heal it.
II you were wronged in the street.
your father was always ready TO pro-
tect you. The year vas one round of
frolic and mirth. Your greatest trou-
BILE was like an April shower, more
sunshine than shower. The heart had
not been ransacked by troubles, nor
had sickness broken il, and no lamb
had a warmer sheepfold than the
home in which your childhood mes
tied.
Perhaps you were brought up in the
country. You stand now today in
memory under the old tree. You
dubbed it for fruit that was not quite
ripe because you couldn't wait any
longer. You hear the brook rambling
along over the pebbles. You stepagain
into the furrow where your father in
his shirt sleeves shouted TO the lazy
oxen. You brighten the swallows from
the rafters Of the barn, and take Just
n egg, and silence your conscience
by saying they won't miss il. You
take "A drink again out of the very
bucket that the old well fetched up.
You go for the cows at night, and find
them wagging their heads through the
bars. Ofttimes in the dusty and busy
streets you wish you were home again
on that cool grass, or in tie rag car
peted hall of the farmhouse, through
which there was the breath of new
mown hay or the blossom Of buck
wheat.
THE IVY GREEN.
You may have in your windows
now beautiful plants and flowers
brought from GRO the seas. but not
one of them stirs in your soul so much
charm and memory as the old ivy and
the yellow sunilower that stood senti-
mel along the garden wall, and the
forget-me-nots playing hide-and-seek
mid the long grass. The father, WIG
used 10 come in sunburnt from the
fields and sit down on the door sill
and wipe the sweat from his brow,
may have gone to lis everlasting rest.
The mother, who used 10 sit at the
door a little bent over, cap and spec
tacles on, her face mellowing with the
vicissitudes Of many years. may have
put down her gray head on the pillow
III the valley, but forget that home
you never will. Have you thanked
God for it, Have you rehearsed all
these blessed "reminiscences Oh,
thank God for a Christian father;
thank God for a Christian mother;
thank God for an early Christian al
tar at which you were taught 10 kneel;
thank God for an early Christian
home.
l bring to mind another passage in
the history of your life. The day
came when you set up your own
household. The days passed along in
quiet blessedness. You twain sat al
the table morning and night and
talked over your plans for the future.
The most Insignificant affair in your
life became the subject of mutual con-
~sultation and a~dvisement. You were
so happy you felt you never could be
any happier. One day a dark cloud
lowered yer yourdwelling and il rot
darker and darker, but out of that
cloud the shining messenger Of God
descended TO incarnate an immortal
spirit. Two little feet started on an
eternal journey, and you were 10 lead
them-a gem 10 flash in heavens cor
onet, and you TO polish it; eternal
ages Of light and darkness watching
the starting out of n newly created
creature.
You rejoiced and you trembled at
the responsibility that in your posses
sion an immortal treasure was placed.
You prayed and rejoiced, and wept
and wondered, and prayed and re-
joiced, and wept and wondered; YOU
were earnest in duplication that you
might lead it through life into the
kingdom Of God. There wasa tremor
in your earnestness. There was a
double interest about that home.
There was an additional interest why
you should stay there and be faithful,
and when In a few months your house
was filled with themusic of the child's
laughter, you were struck through
with the fact that you had a stipend.
ous mission.
Have you Kept that Vow Have YOU
neglected any of these dutiesi Is your
home as much 10 you rs ii used % bel
Have those anticipations been graft
fiedi God help you today in your sol
emn reminiscence, and Let lis mercy
fall upon your soul If your kindness
has been i'll requited. God have ENERGY
on the parent on the wrinkles Of whose
face Is written the story Of a child's
sin. God have mercy on the mother
who, in addition 10 her other pangs,
has the pangs of q child's iniquity.
Oh, there are many, many sad sounds
in this sad world, but the Saddcst
sound that is ever heard is the break.
ing Of a mothers heart. Are there
any here who remember that in that
home they were unfaithfuli Are there
those who wandered OFF from that
early home, and left the mother 10 die
with q broken hearth Oh, | stir that
relninisconco today.
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