The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1890-11-27

Quoted by DIR. W. j. Mobley.
9Th. Rev. T. D. Bush to preach
at IL a. m. Sunday; Rev. j. F. Hin
son, alternate.
If the weather will permit there
will be basket dinner on the ground
Sunday. All persons in the vicinity
are cordially invited to be present
and aid with their baskets.
Next Monday begins the last month
in the year! Where has it all gone
What have we done? 1t seems such
an amazingly short lapse of time since
January was ushered in. Winter
time is so disagreeable, and we long
for the bright summer days to come
again; but the days are passing rapid
ly by and in a abort, short time, win.
ter will give place to spring, and
spring to summer, summer toautumn,
and autumn to winter again; and the
years come and they go, they glimmer
while then grow dim in memory,
and we wander back these dismal
days to the green slopes and sunny
hillsides we knew and loved in other
years. 1t viii not be long now till
we look regretfully at the frightening
shadows along life's road, and these
feeting years will ere long bring us
to long shady slope, at the other
end of which we will peacefully sleep
away the changing ages of time until
time ends and eternity begins. Yes,
while the years fly by on their tireless
wings, the wild flowers perhaps, will
smile up at the floating clouds above
our graves; the 'harvest moon" will
rest upon that mound down in the
shady valley; the autumn leaves will
drift down and clothe the grass with
unrivaled brilIiancy; and the snow,
as pure as the atmosphere of Elder
was before man breathed it, will hide
from human eyes all that human
hearts could love or hate.
'sIf we knew the woe and heartache,
Waiting for rs down the road,
If our lips could taste the wOrm-wOOd,
Ii our backs could feel the load,
Would We waste one day in wishing
For time that meier can be-
Would we wait with such impatience
| For our ships to come from sea
at we knew the baby fingers,
Pressed against the window pane,
Would he cold aud stiff tomorrow
Never trouble US again
. Would the bright eyes of our darling
Catch the frown upon our brow
Would the print of rosy fingers
Vex us then as they do now?
"Ah! those little ice cold fingers,
How they point our memories back
To the hasty words and actions
Strewn along our backward track
How those little hands remidd us,
As in snowy grace they lie;
Not to scatter thOrns, but roses,
For our reaping bye and bye.
"Strange we never prize the music
Till the sweet-voiced bird has flOwnl
Strange that we should slight the viOlets,
Till the lovely flowers are gone
Strange that summer skies and sunshine
Never seem one half so fair,
AS when winters snowy piniOns
Shake their Nhite down in the air
q Lips from which the seal of silence,
None but God can roll away,
Never blOssOmed in such beauty,
I AS adorns the mouth to-day
And sweet words that freight our memory
J. With their beautiful perfume,
Come to us in sweetest accents
= Through the portals of the tomb.
[ "Let us gather up the sunbeams,
Lying all around our path,
Let us keep the wheat and roses,
Casting out the thorns and chat;
e Let us find our sweetest comfort
In the blessings of to-day,
With patient hand removing
All the briars from the way"