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c o.otoceo c; d oiteeormo- - 31 , 1 l i : ..) # 41 1 2 ,.. ,1 ...,.. _ .... „ . „6/ VOL. H. - 7T • SON COUNTY SE2, TP— 'The+ Pioneer \N\4-1cwsptat,t-tr• of (',n1.10 Vearnily .Topir-nal—Ifidetwfid4-nt in Politit.m. BOULDER, MONTANA, FRIDAY, FEB 11, 1887. NO 3i FROM A cuileueer.ss 310TH/t1t. Beautiful Lines That Touch Sympathetic Chords. One 'echo signs herself a \Childless Mother, writes to the Telegram from Johnsburg, N. Y.: \Will you please print the following poem in your valuable pa- per, in return to the Mother who sent the poem, 'Baby in Heaven', which was re- cently published in the Telegram, and for which I am very grateful, for it so per- fectly describes the anguish of my be- reaved mother -heart. I can truly sympa- thize with this lonely mother, for my dar- ling baby is also in heaven. This poem I copy from my scrap album. I do not know the author UNDER THE SNOW. Dear little hands, I loved them so! And now they are lying under the snow! Under the snow, so cold and white, I cannot see them, or touch them to -night. They are quiet and still at last, ah met How busy and restless they used to be! Bat now they can never reach up through, the snow— Dear little hands, I loved them so! Dear little hands, I miss them so! All through the day, wherever I go : - All through the night, bow lonely it seems, For no little hands wake me out of my dreams. I mho them all through the weary hours; I miss them as others miss sunshiee and flowers; Day time, and night time, wherever I go, Dear little hands, I raise them so! Dear little hands, they have gone from me now, Never again will they rest on my brow— Never again smooth my sorrowful face, Never again clasp me in childish embrace. Now my forehead grows wrinkled with care, Thinking of little hands once resting there. Bat I know in a happier, heavenlier Dear little hands I'll clasp you some time. Dear little hands, when the Master shall call, I'll welcome the summons that comes to us all. When my feet touch the waters so dark and so cold, I'll catch my first glimpse of the city of gold. If I keep my eyes fixed on the heavenly gate Over the tide where the white -robed ones wait, Shall I knew you, I wonder, among the bright bands? Will you beckon me aver, oh! dear little hands? VALENTINE'S DAY. Dv CHARLES LAMB. Prom the Aurora Borealis. • - Where is the village to which val- entines are unknown? What terra incognita is there— what Ultima Thule (barren of 1%-e), to which the sun that rises on this -'lay brings no joy—where the postman's double knock was never heard? The air may no more be free from birds or summer -sporting flies, than the earth from its gay apilgaudynair- sives (its butterflies,), Ale February - haunting valentines. When letters shall cease to be written (but not till tnen), when love shall be no more,—then shall this amorous holy -day darken and grow common; then shall it be a mere vul- gar root (now full of rare and sweet flowers) in the wilderness of days—a. grain in the desert of time. Valen- tines pervade alllspace, like light. There is N-------, the smallest vil- lage in Wiltshire. It is far away from tne high -road. You leave C—, (the nearest town), on your left, and have to walk some three miles, at first over a small heath, and finally upon a flat road of fine gravel, be- tween green hedges and greener pas- tures, before you reach it. The spire of its little church (you see it through the avenue of elins) scarcely peers over the trees which cluster round it, seeming to guard it from profaner eyes. The village itself is small and straggling. You come upon a few cottages, as many alms -houses; then a farm -yard opens its gate by the wayside', a cow passes stately forth, turning her head backwarffs, perhaps lowing to her companion left behind. You then pass more cottages (some half dozen or so), then the small public house over whose porch hangs a cloud of flowering clematis; and finally Mr. 0 's (the merchant's) old-fashioned *brick house, before which stand the sunflower and pyra- midal hollyhock, closinF the scene. Yet, even here, Valentines were accustomed to come. The postmis- tress of C— knows this; the post- man knew it by his quadruple load; everybody thereabouts knew it, for with country people intelligence of this sort travels briskly, despite the ruggedness of roads, the inconveni- ence of distance. \Good merrow, St. Valentine's Day!\ - Thus singeth the read daughter of the wise Polonius. That a wise man should have a mad daughter! , 'Tis pdd, and smacks of human infirmity. Not the madness, though, that savor- eth of the infirm, but the madness of wisdom—the tainted current from a clear source. What say the rills to this, the springlets, the founts, the ever -noisy, ever -talking brooks? Is it not contrary to good, to effect and cause, to the lex ma'am, and so forth? But hear her, the pining and melan- choly maid: \Good morrow, 'tis St. Valentine's Day, All in is morn betime, And I, a maid at your window, To be your %ralentine.\ And thou shalt be mine, Opheliag and I will gather pale snow-diops, and the sweet-smelling violet for thee. Thou shalt have a fair nose- gay of winter flowers, thou rose of the northern desert; and, if they can be had, daises (but not the rue), fen- nel and columbine, as of old; and, if thou wilt, the willow. Yet this day was meanefor merrier things, perhaps. It is a red-letter day half holy; no feast, no fast, but held free of care by gentle charter, invested with a rich prerogative—the power of giving pleasure to the young. If the tradition be true, that on this day each bird ch&sseth his mate, what work bath the carrier - pigeon! Wliat rustling of leaves.; what chattering and sieging in the woods; what billing to the clear wa- ters! Methinks on this day should Wine° have first seen the gentle Capulet. On this day should Orlan- do have first glanced at Rosalind; Troilus at the fickle Cresside; Slen- der (oh! smile not, gentles) at Anne Page. The jealous Moor should have tal his first war -song to-day Pros- pero should have broken his spell, and made holy -day in his enchanted isle, and crowned the time by giving the son of Naples his innocent and -fair Niranda. Fain would d have Valentine's Day the origin of love, or the completion; an epoch in bright letters' in Cupid's calendar, a date whence to reckon our passion, a peri- od to which to refer our happiness. As to its own history, what matters it whether a day so brave rise in the east, or in the west? What care we, if it bad its birth in Roman super- stition, or pagan gallantry? Here it is. Let us not waste the morning in barren speculation, but enjoy the day. It is wiser, surely, to partake of the braching shelter of the summer elms, than to perplex our pleasures by forever tracing the course of their roots. That is for the moles, the etymologists --green /eaves and azure skies for us. Once, it is said, our \vulgar an- cestors\ used to draw names on Val- entine's Eve, and such drawings were considered ominous; as thus: if Jacob Stiles drew the name of Sally Gates, or vice versa, Jacob and Sally were henceforward considered \as good as\ man and wife. (Our present lot- tery, where we are tolerably sure of our blank, is bad enough, but this is the d—l.) 1 can well fancy how the couggy people would look, flying at first in the face of the augury. Sally mantling and blushing, half proud and half 'shamed, turning to her neighbor Blossom, and exclaiming, \Nonsense.\ Jacob, on the other hand,' at something between a grin ahd a blush, leering his shouting companions, or expanding a mouth huge enough to swallow every writ- ten Valentine in the village. I see him look (for help) from clown to clown, upwards and .downwards; he whistles, he twirls hie smock frock, he stauds cross-legged, like ,:he neph- ew of Mr. Robert Swallow, when the maiden Page invited him homewards, 'Tis all in vain. The prophedy is up- on them; and 'tis odds but the name of Gates will sink a d be merged in some three or six mommths into the cognomen of Jacob. The difftision of 14iarning, and the \schools for all,\ belie done a great deal of good. We ire not, I thank my stars, reduced now to these man- ual or verbal Valentines. We abut up our blushes (with our verses) in a sheet of foolscap, and trust them to the protect,on of the two -penny post. At C , good Mrs. Bailey used to go to \the box\ at stated periods of the preceding evening, and relieve it from time to time of its too great burden of love. You might see, to- wards dusk, girls (in pairs) or strag- gling youths dropping their indiscre- tions into the yawning chasm; some- times this was boldly done, but often - timorously; and the quickened step of the amorist retreating from the letter -box, or passing with an air of indifference, onwards, betrayed all he (or she) wished to conceal. Then, the next_morning!_ There was an additional postman employed—the ordinary man, gray -headed and sure, but slow, was deemed insufficient, The \London letters\ were not de- livered at the accustomed time; on questioning the maid -servant, she would reply, with a tinge on her cheek, that \she believed it was Val- entine's Day.\ Oh! well believed. She was never mistaken. But the postman comes. \Three for Miss Lewis, four for Miss Carter, seven- teen for Mr. \ \Hush! it never will be believed. It cannot be; it is a jest—a fable --a monstrous impos- sible—it is THE TIL1'T11--Of near it.\ Oh those were careless days. They were—but they are gone. No Val- entines come now,as Crockery would say. I must bid farewell to all those pleasant periodicals—the pierced hearts, and the quaint rhymes, which showed my two -pence well spent. o! PARxWELL. Farewell the billing doves and the bent bow, The gilded arrows, the aye-fuming torch, The crooked lines, and letters huge and wrong. And oh! you painted jokes (of man or maid), Who humblest love's bad -spelling coun- terfeit, Farewell! Omega's occupation's gone. The first Valentine I ever opened was at C---. I had but lately left -------- - school, and was. then a fair, young - looking, active boy of seventeen. I had read all the Poets, but the style of this love -letter puzzled tae. It compared me to the rose and the vio- let, and the curling hyacinth (I had always been anximins that my hair should curl), my eyes, I was inform- ed, were like a diamond, and my teeth like pearl or ivory. It eertainiy seemed odd—odd, but agreeable. I was like the bishop who doubted the authenticity of Gulliver's Travels. To say the truth, I thought the wri- ter must be somewhat partial. That she was generous 'vas quite clear, from the expense of which she had been guilty. The Valentine was ra- diant—all gold and gay colors, red, and yellow, and blue, and embossed, and glittering with devices of love. It was like a dream, so fine. I had never seen anything like it, except the last see». of a pantomime. it was like Belinda, when If report say true, Her eyes first open'd on a billet-doux. In short, I was satisfied ---delighted —what is the word?—enchanted. As .1 received the first Valentine at C , I also wrote there my first Valentine, my first verse. The writ- ing was disguised, the wax was dot- ted with a fork, the paper crumpled, and, so misused, the soft sheet of \Bath post\ was committed to the letter -box. The next day, how I la- bored to arrive at a look of indiffer- ence! How I hoped and feared, and was perpetually - hovering on a blush when the subject was mentioned. At last, I heard that \Miss (ti— had received a very pretty Valentine.\ \Indeed?\ \Yes and by no means a common one.\ Oh! heart, what rich and delicious palpitations were thine! I trod on air; I bounded like a fawn; I was wild with joy. 1 had sent my love -verse to my fair neighbor (at the next door), and about seven o'clock I laid my \evening ear\ to the thin partition wall, and actually heard part of the verses recited on the oth- er side. The advantage of Valentine writ- ing is that it pleases giver and receiv- er, while it becomes both. It is not a letter of business, rot that which passes between a dun ard his debtor, or between master and servant, or editor and contributor—nor e - en be- tween lovers on ordinary occasions, for sometimes there is a fretfulness even in those, a dispute to be made up. This, on the Cootrarv,is a prize, a pleasure, without alloy. _ Who would not have a Valentine? Is there any one so unprofitably wise as to decline one? Let him stay at home and be thankless. Let him rail at the quick -jarring knocker and the frequent bell. They can have no de- lights for him. Yet the chiming of the brass is musical to my ear, and the twang of the wire harmonious. Oh! lads and lasses, and holy -day - loving sages, is not this a delightful day—this day of Bishop Valentine? / own that I am somewhat of a de- votee. I love to keep all festival, to taste all the feast -offerings. What is the---cni a good Fridaes bun—is that nothing? What is the goose at Michaelmas? What is the regale at the harvest -home, is that nothing? Are the cups, the kissing, the boister- ous jollity, the fragrant hay, the dancing, the singing out of tune -- nothing? Why then, the world and all that's in't is nothing; The covering sky le nothing; Bohemia nothing! It is wet who make the world. No sky is blue, no leaf is verdant. It is our vision which hath the azure and the green. It is that which expands or causes to diminish things which are in themselves ever the same. It is our imagination which lifts earth to heaven, and robes our women in the garb of aggels. And is this not better and wiser than if we were to measure with the square and the rule, and to fashion our enjoyments by the scant materials (the clay) before us, instead of subliming them to the ut- termost stretch of our inimortal ca- pacity? So it is with Valentine's day,which, with the Laplander and the Siberian is clad in a cold gray habit, but with us rose-colored and bright. We ar- ray it before hand with hies gayer than this Iris. Our fancies, our hopes, are active. Custom has decided that it shall be a day of love; and though cuntoin is but too often a tyrant, and spurned at, in this case he has fawoya willing subjects. A Valentine --who would not have a Valentine? I ask the question again. hark! The postman is sounding at the door. flow smart is his knock, hew restless his tread on the pave- ment. He conies burthened with gay tidings, and he knows it. Door after door is opened before he knocks. The passage is filled with listeners, and the windows are thronged with anxious faces. How busy, how ex- pectant are the girls. Vie carrier of letters is pitied, because \he has such a load;\ the neighbors are noted -- those who receive Valentines, and particularly those who have none. If you look from an upper window, you will See the parlor crowded. You may bear the loud laugh, and see the snatch, the retreat, the strufgle to get a sight of the Valentine. In general, the address is in, a feigned hand; sometimes it is very neat, and written with a crow quill: but often- er ahe letters are so starving and gaunt, that the serious postman for- gets his post and almost smiles, The giver, the receiver, the messe.nger, are all happy for once. Can a s ic- tory, by land or by sea, (loss inueli? It is only on Valentine's day that 4' 1 joyment is pure and unalloyed. Ne‘ er let us permit the splenetic to re , at it without defense. Above oft never let us allow its pleas:, at pri , . ileges to fall into disuse or 4, ay. }loving gossipped thus mu I will even conclude my \say\ with gVal- entine of my own. Why is the rose of the East so fond I f Of the bird on the near palm tree? 'Tis because he sings like the min -mitring?. Of the river that runs so bright and free. And why doth the paradise creature sing To the silent and clear blue air, - When many a sound from the woods around Doth speak like a spell to en him there? ms because the blush of his lave eh, And richer grows in his glaue 'Tis because the flower which fills our With beauty, would pine were ha wrsy. Yet what is the red of' the rose to tin.,-? And what is the nightingale' soft eye? Thy glance is as bright as the clear 7a- Aud the blush of thy check his: a deep- er dye. Therefore, because that thy reed-ri May vie with the best of the mu Do I, a poet (though none may Choose thee, fair girl, for my V —CHARLES served Him Right. NEW YORK, Feb. 3.—Pr John De Lear, astrologist, c of enticing young girls to immoral purposes, under pretea- of finding employment for them, was to -day sentenced to fifteen years mm prisonsnent at hard labor in 'Sing Sing. This is the maximum punish- ment of the law. Just Arrived!! STOVES A Full Line of Heating & Cook lug Stoves at Hel 410 ena prices. Hardware & Tinare a Specialty Repatring Done Neatly & 4uickly lain Street, • • Boulder, Mont. E. THOMAS & CO. The Palace. Fine Wines, Liquors and CiEara Imported Wines and Brandies a Specialty 331_1_11eI.A_BeD FRANK FARNHAM, Prop. Patio Store ! BOULDER, MONTAN A. Stationery, Toilet Articles Cigars and Tobscoo, Fruits and Con - Pork, Sausage, Pisit, 4' 4!. In face everything usually kept in a ere class meat ',tiara et VI .' 1 eicc.st, Meat Zultvliad to all 1:al1ral an The bar is stocked eal. :la Cazips at neauenable rates. heir na‘.1 best 'kieiers solicited anal goeds delivered. 12 1-2o. t'li ECTA111.1t.IIED 1867. No. 1. ES 11.0. FIRST NATIONAL BANK OF IIEL1 , U. S. Iileittository. Paid up Capital, it.500.000 \ Surplus and Profits, 325,000 S. T. Haur , :r, Prest. E. W. Knight, Caber, A. J. Davis, Vice Pr. T.H.Kleinschatidt, Asst. Cash. A M. !Jolter, John C. Curtis, D. M. Parchen, B. S. Hamilton, .1. If Mr-. • C. P.1.11=ins, T. C. 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