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MOORE'S RURAL XEW-YOKKER : AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 



SEPT. 18. 



Mm' f ort-^jlio. 



I o" tk» U»r- drop* 





MRS. KETCIIU 



I'S SHAWL. 



had long been intending to pur- 

 chase so expensive shawl, To see her come into 

 meeting with her melancholy bonnet and faded old 

 cloak, one wonld never have suspected her of 

 cherishing such an ambition. All her exertions 

 for years bad been tending to this game purpose, 

 but it was only this winter that she "got to it," as 

 she phrased it She meant to have the nicest 

 BkHofaWnow, BSatod In a. little RresTdflmocnt 

 wagon, with her « plunder" beside her, In the shape 

 of rag-carpets, drlod opplef. Ac, and with no com 

 panlon but her faithful horse, on her way to the 

 city of B. to make the wonderful purchase. Her 

 reflections, I suspect, were very pleasant-how as 

 tonlshed everybody would be, and how even the 

 Squire's wife would holf die with envy as she 

 gazed on its graceful folds. 

 Arrived at town Mrs. Ketch™ disposed of her 

 pets, Ac, to much better advantage than she 

 we than forty dollars 

 merchant's store. A 

 shown her, and at 

 exactly suited her— 

 he saw it in all pos- 

 get the 



ce to church, bat it 

 ipon her, squinting to 

 and the cotton, ud M ahe passed out of the church- 

 door, she could feel more than one hind at work 

 on the fringe, These til pronounced it a splendid 

 humbug. At last she traded it off to a pedlar. 

 taking in Its place a variety of shammy article*, 

 snch as table linen, which proved to be cotton, 

 suspicions jewelry, Ac- *nd now seems destined to 

 wear forever the faded old cloak, which she wraps 

 around her with unwonted tenderness and affection. 



Wrtaao (x Moor* j Boral K«v-T< 



-JOTTINGS. 



•Tia May. You sit by the open window and, in 

 the still bush of twilight, gaze out upon the land- 

 scape. There la a breath of flowers upon the air, 

 a sound of Joyous bird-songs, anda balmy stillness 

 that soothes the heart and drives away the day- 

 cares, while purer thoughts steal over the mind. 

 Mark the aofily tinted clouds, yonder, where the 

 eun is setting,— It needs no great stretch of the 

 imagination to fancy you catch a glimpse of angel 

 wings behind their roseate lustre. You think ol 

 Eden, and almost fancy you are there; and think 

 ing of Eden, reminds yon of Adah and Em, and 

 you wonder if their atmosphere could have been 

 more soft and balmy than this,— if their blrd- 

 couW have been sweeter? You think it doubtful 

 for It would be Btrsnge indeed, if our bird*, ii 

 this advanced age, couldn't sing better tba 



a did! 





Next, you fancy what a happy, loving 

 those two must have been — before Eve ate that 

 apple. Can you imagine anything happier! We 

 recolleot reading, somewhere, sometime ago, Bome- 

 body's opinion as to how much they missed by 

 never being children; but we beg leave to assert, 

 as our opinion, that what they lost was more than 

 made up by what they gained. If Adam never dial 

 know what fun It was to play marble?, roll hoop, 

 or ride down hill on a Bled, he never knew what it 

 was to be a poor baby, tossed and trundled by a 

 doting mother, an anxious grand-mother, and two 

 or three dozen loving aunta — smothered in blank - 

 ets, lest he should sneeze, and fed eternally on 

 Godfrey's cordial 



And if Eve never did have a mother to comb 

 her hair, and make her rag-dolls, she never had 

 anybody to box her ears when she tore her frock, 

 or muddied her pantalets; nor any great ugly 

 brothers to cut off her doll's head, and tear down 

 her play-hooBeB. And what are the few joys of 

 childhood, when compared with the trials It neces- 

 sarily brings with it No! We think Adam and 

 Eve superlatively happy, In jumping into life fnll- 



grow 





nlghtlly o 



hi .J 



hoped, and with 

 in her purse she entered t 

 variety of broohe shawls 

 last her eye fell on one which i 

 palterr, colors, and quality 8 

 aible lights and at all distances so as ti 

 general effect. She asked the clerk all win 

 qneritoM, such as what would be his lowest < as h 

 prioe— if it would wash and if he wonld warra 

 It to bo every thread wooL-whlch he did not hMi 

 tato to do. Its price was ; aflt thlrty-flve dollars- 

 She at oat concluded to take it and now iXld 

 her again in the green democrat in jubilant spirits 

 on her way homeward. As she rode along she 

 could not help expressing her happiness by hum- 

 ming snatches o old songs that she bad learnea 

 at singing-school long before she was Mrs. Ketcu- 



what hIk^T! lh6 L th ° Dght flttabed DDon her, 

 U^Lt^t ^ k- Dh " to " »•» «• -thing 

 ^ and for all she knew, her 



ButE 



that apple! You wonder what on earth possessed 

 do it. Ob, yea. Yon recollect — it was that 

 Old Serpent. And that sets you wondering what 

 snake Satan cbose to creep Into, — if it 

 e of those little gray " varmints,'' out 

 here in the woods. They look as if he wasn't out 



of them yet ^ ■,»»„,,- 



strate the march of improvement, for you rather 

 take something more than a snake 

 misery 



(Ctoi« fpSffJJang. 



■ hld<l«U b.x, en. 



The tangled guide u fi 



"THEBE'S SOMEBODY DEAD IN THERE." 



" Totrs's aomebody dead In there." said one little 

 boy to another, as I passed a house, on the bell- 

 knob of which hung a little piece of black crape. 

 My heart repeated what the little boy had said— 

 "there's Bomebody dead in there,"— as I walked 

 Blowly and thoughtfully down the street. All who 

 passed and eaw the emblem, learned the same sad 

 story, that " somebody was dead." But who, few 

 cared to ask, or know. 



A few short months 

 were drifting the snot 

 piling it on side-walk 

 with a face— 0, so litt 

 wonderingly i 



■ered made t 

 grew so strong I 





ce, when the cold winds 

 hroogh the streets and 

 1 roof, a little stranger 

 —and eyes that looked 

 e new world it had dis- 

 glad. And by-andby it 

 ade brief journeys fro 



cheda 



: the 



while as hard as it could. Often as I passed the 

 house, a sweet baby face turned toward me, and 

 little eyea peeped out at me through the half 

 closed blinds, and my heart blessed the little child. 

 few days ago it sickened, and last night, 



i the s 



r died. 





o fool ua 



■el] n 



loved c 



found ehe bad got herself i 



needs have . 



u uu in table at 



, for when Ev 



loam in it, too. That 



first, but when you co 

 it, it waa good enough for him, after all! You 

 remember how Milton describes it,— the angel 

 coming to visit them, Ac Of course you doi 

 know how Milton found it out, but if it uoa t^ 

 what business had Adam to send Evs bndging off 

 around the garden, in the hot sun. after fruit for 

 dinner? He'd hotter have gone himself, and then, 

 psrnoxu, his superior discernment, and entire lack 

 of curioBity (?) — (which predominant quality in 

 Eve, Satan probably took advantage of,) — would 

 have prevented any such calamity! But you don't 

 believe that Adah uxu so entirely wanting In curi- 

 osity, do yon? No, sir! If he had been, he would 

 never have eaten that apple, If Eve did coax him, 

 though doubtless many "lords of creation," will 

 be ready to aver, that any worn 

 Satan— in that respect, at least. 



that apple, what 

 baking, 



the little carriage is empty; and as I pass the 

 house, I am repealing sadly, with the little boy, 

 "there's somebody dead in there." The heart 

 knoweth its own bitterness, and that young mother 

 knows better than anybody else, that " there's 

 pWoT W^rst born "aVd~onIy""chiTd! 



" mother! This afternoon, while 



Cod help 



Sabbath lingers, and the holy hours are full of rest 

 and stillness, they will carry thy little one to its 

 quiet home in Mount Hope, to await thecomineof 

 its Redeemer. 



They have buried their dead out of their sight, 

 and still it seems as if somebody was dead in that 

 house, Ob, those are sad hours at the fireside— and 

 only they who have felt them know how ead, when 

 it is said, "there's somebody dead in there."' How 

 the sorrow settles down like a dark cloud above 

 andaround ua! Thesunshineseemsallwithdrawn 

 and verily we should die, did not God send it back 



and die nnaeen by human eye. Go to the moun- 

 tains, ye misanthropic dwellers In the dusty city, 

 and there, where form and fashion, and hollow- 

 beartedneas cannot follow you. make your home 

 with the hsppy creations of Nature — the birds, 

 flowers, and trees,— the rocks, winds, and storm*. 

 Commune with the voices that whisper from the 

 tremulous pines, and ask the murmuring rill for its 

 talisman of happiness. Lrnstt. 



will it I 



v-and-by, dear reader, of y 



■"*"' "*""■" ">«on. Poor Mr* Ktrra™. 

 d ool h.l, unwrapping lhat , lu|0 packBge 



picking 

 It felt like woo 

 loed, the more i 

 merest speck of 

 home, her 



eif it* 



ail right 

 ce more closely she exam- 

 led that she detected the 

 J^* n * time she reached 



of being very eharpalghted-and to hot .he con, 

 iuudIi tueil her suspicion. 



" It looks well,'' old that lady, gaaii. n ih. 

 shawl with unfeigned admiration, -but von can ! 

 depend on nothln' nowaday*" and forthwith .he 

 plecea •• Von can't tell by 



certain smell 



A candle was llghlod ud if tie .bawl had been 



Wed for witchcraft 1, could not hare been pnt 



eevercr testa. The result waa that both came to t*. 



" tVer^mlgh,"'.*" "» ™ S'J*.* ° "°° '?'*' 



broche ahi 



ce encc_ ftad now B doMn hands w ^ ^ ^ 



proceeded to pick It 



breakin- the threads so well as by burnln 



•aid the wise neighbor. 'There' 



Well, If Ev 

 glorious times we would have had. 

 burning, mopping, washing dishes, Ac, Ac.,— and 

 U'^Ustobedoneto-morTOw! Oh! dear! don't 

 Its dark. Bbttv, bring 

 Nbllik. 



the lights i: 



Parxntal Ex am pl*— Example ia a living lea 

 aon. The life speaka. Every action hasa tongue 

 Words are but articulate breath. Deeds are the 

 facsimUies of the son]: they proclaim what Ib 

 within. The child notices the life. It should be 

 i goodness. Keen 1b the vision of 

 ■rk is transparent If a word „ 

 balance, a deed 1b thrown into the 



house and mine 

 , "there's somebody dead in there," 

 haps that somebody will be you, or me; per- 

 3 the aweet wife that journeys by our aide or 

 little one that nestles close in a comer of our 

 heart. God help us in that hour, for all human 

 help will fail. Of every earthly house will it, aoon- 

 later, be said, "there'a aomebody dead in 

 there;" but there la a house not made with hands, 

 of which this shall never, never be spoken. Down 

 through the ages sounds the glorious, everlasting 

 proclamation, there, there ahoil be no more death- 

 It you and I, dear reader, have a mansion In that 

 house, let death come to our earthly house, If God 

 send it It can trouble us but a little while, and 

 then, at last, Btanding within the fold of the Good 



Shepherd, all tears shall he uriped from off all f 



NATTJBB LEAKING THBOUGH CITY WAUS. 



The Autocrat talks pleasantly at the September 

 table set for him In the Atlantic Monthly. Here 1b 

 a truthful record of how Nature leaks through city 

 walls, right Into its huge Btone heart 



What a blessing it is that, with all our cement 

 and close mason-work, we cannot make the town 

 country-proof. But here is what every one has 

 seen, and hardly any one thought worth telling, 

 and we beg our readers to believe that a good deal 

 of the chinking of the solid walla of work, that 

 makes a dyke against the dumps and the devil, 

 composed of what the world would echo Mr. Toots, 

 and say, "of no conse< 



I don't know anything sweeter than this leaking 

 of Nature through all the orackB in the walls 

 cities. You heap op a million tuna of hewn rocks 

 on a square mile or two of earth which was green 

 once. The trees look down from the hillsides 

 and ask each other, as they stand on tlp-toe,- 

 "What are these people about?" And the email 

 herbs at their feet look up and whisper back, 

 "We will go and see." So the small herbs pack 

 themselves up in the least possible bundles, and 

 wait until the wind steals to them at night, and 

 whispers,—" Come with me," Then they go softly 

 with it unto the great city,— one to a cleft in the 

 pavement, one to a spout on the ro 

 seam in the marbles over a rich gentleman's bones, 

 and one to the grave without a Btone, where 

 nothing but a man is buried, — and there they 

 grow, looking down on the generations of men 

 from mouldy roof, looking Dp from between the 

 less trodden pavements, looking out through iron 

 cemetery railings. Listen to them, when there Is 

 only a light breath stirring, and yon will hear 

 them saying to each other,— "Walt awhile!" The 

 words run along the telegraph of those narrow 

 green lines that border the roads leading from the 

 city, until they reach the slope of the hille, and 

 the trees repeat in lew murmurs to each other,— 

 " Wait awhile!" By and by the flow of life in the 

 streets cbbB, and the old leafy inhabitants— the 

 smaller tribes always in front — saunter In, one by 

 one, very careless seemingly, but very tenacious, 

 until they swarm so that the great Btoncs gape 

 from each other with the crowding of their roots, 

 and the feldspar begins to be picked out of the 

 granite to find tbem food. At last the trees take 

 up their solemn line of march, and never real until 

 they have encamped in the market-place. Wait 

 long enough and you will find an old doting oak 

 hugging a hnge wom block In its yellow under- 

 ground arms; that was the corner-Btone of the 

 HrBfav-TTQcae^, n*. — - *-«-- -- •■ • • 



NATTJBAL BEAUTY. 



What an inconceivable wealth of beauty must 

 reside in the mind which, without copy, first called 

 forth these numberless hues and shadea that re- 

 lieve each other and melt into each other in the 

 vast whole of Nature— which devised these count 

 less forms of vegetable life, from the wayside 

 flower that blooms to-day and withers to-morrow 

 to the forest giant which outlasta the rise and fall of 

 nations and of emplrea— which meted out thr 

 heavens, measured the courses, and arranged tht 

 harmonleB of the stare, spread the ocean, poured 

 Infinity 

 the alternate phases 



JMbath $g«si»05. 



torrent and 



behold 

 of the outward universe, each of which 

 beautiful to be replaced by one of equal lorellneea, 

 and jet yields at once its fancied pre-eminence to 



its 



Thua, who can say which ia the more repleto 

 with beauty-day, with Its allrerealuig light, or 

 night, with Its countless centres of fainter radl- 

 sprlng, with its ootgnshing from every 





ofbappiuesa. 



satisfied, however, they 

 council of their neighboi 



"- borrowed aa atandardaof 

 doaen hands were busy 



acfdHnd wr' "°,T """"■ dM "« " ™ 

 re^l,oe B „^ B ; 8 ' U "" , " nllS " , « U "«*o'- » 

 "lT.dtoke.pc^." 4 ' 4 '-' » tough re- 

 lic* The bin judgS'^rH'^^™™' 8 

 .*wJtob.allwou lS,n ' h °° 8h " 



doubt and when their 0^ 8UU ' 0mC r00m for 

 gravel, shook their head. \^°Z ™ l"""" 1 ' ttt 7 

 By this time, the story had b., L „ " "*""■ 

 ted that lira Kxrt-nr, ^CfZTV"^ I - ■ 

 and paid thirtj-flve dollars for a broth. M , ^ ae genera] jndgmenl-K 

 that she had gotdreadfuH, cheated i ^"'' f 

 be half cotton r> *Z v ' pr0 ™d to 



youth; every : 

 thrown into or 

 other. Nothii _ 



[a should be consistent. 



lost But advice, count 

 ways suspected. Both cannot I 



1 like statuary. It i, reality; The eye 

 dwell, upon it; the memory recall. It; the Imsgi. 

 itlon brooda over it. Its Influence enters the 

 soul Parental eiample becomes incorporated 

 with the child's understanding. He cannot forget 

 It If he would. U It ia good, It blesaea. If it |, 

 ad, It curaea. The parent may die, his example 

 cannot. Let life, then, be an unblemished picture 

 a consistent whole. ' 



oron Lauras. — Maleupyourir.i'jearly 

 Bhirte; do not raft, up any griei 



smile of good temper in your face, __ 



all angry feelings, and expect a'good"^ 



THE MOUNTAINS. 



How grand, how gloomy, how eternal are the 

 lountalna! Their veteran heads, hoary with Na- 

 ore's symbolic snows, tower towards the vast Con- 

 or Heaven, and in their proximity to the aky 



fountain of life, 

 closed, its fresh, 

 mer, with its r 

 forms, and men 

 harvest wealth, 

 piles of gold an. 

 hoary winter, in 

 delicate frostwork and 

 where you will, you escape not the reig: 

 ty. Daring the long polar night, the northern 

 splendor more 



its promise half hidden, half dis- 

 )in field and forest drapery 

 her, deeper verdure, its gayer 

 featfve aspect; 



a party-colored foliage, and Its 

 crimson in the 

 simpler, purer robe, with ita 

 Icy stalactitles? 



r«M«d, dLtin*j*d, cut il 



If there la anything noble In man — anything 

 that lifts him above the degraded, and places him 

 by the Bide of the worthy and honorable— anything 

 that lives within his heart a pure, priceless gem, 

 It la troth. 



If we wish to be honorable — if we deem It a 

 privilege and duty to preserve our names and 

 character— and look forward to the day wheu some- 

 thing of imrth will be loft in our footsteps, truth 

 must have a place In our hearts, aud we oannot 

 blind our own deeds and attempt to fix a founda- 

 tion upon the sandy and unsafe grounds of false- 

 hood and deception. 



Ills never injured by the false hearted; and when 



and appear more beautiful than before Even 

 should it be trampled upon and disfigured by those 

 rave no soul or feeling for the "good and beau ■ 

 1 by its own strength it will lift its head and 

 even more beautiful for its oppression. So 

 u truth is our guide the "world will see and 

 to lead us from the right, truth, the pure and noble 

 -"' stand by us and whisper—" The path of hon- 

 esty ia the only path of right." 



Truth carries with it prosperity, happiness, and a 

 tu nBcience Inoffensive. It leads to enjoyments 

 which nothing else oan give. Falsehood Is but 

 the first step to crime, which produces misery and 

 want. It cannot mate with the virtuons and good, 

 but seeks the abode of vice and wickedness. It 

 propagates crimes withoot number, and like a 

 fiend, laugha at its victims who have been ensnared 

 by its cunning. Truth, then, is a prlcoiess gem. 

 and all who choose it for their guldo may well feel 



OPPOSITE CHABACTEBS. 



bathe heaven and earth 

 gorgeous than day. The torrid 

 Ilea beneath a glorious sky, and is studded with 

 oases rich in all the tokens of creative love 

 Wreaths and fillets of azure mist, belt the bare 

 mountain crags, while about their summits the 



protect the 

 your family; plant a 



efully 

 op 



Coxv*BSATios.-The most casual remark lives 



forever in its effects. There is not a word which 



moral history. And hence it la that every 



e'en forget that their foundation 



earth. The mountains are the sentinels of the 

 land. Far away towards the heavens they rise, and 

 stern and immovable as earth itself, watch over 

 the ant-hill bustle at their feet Never shall I for- 

 get the noble range of Catskill's that bounded my 

 youthful vision, and for many a childish year daily 

 i me and taught me to love my native 

 Away to the south and south-west they 

 stretched, an unbroken chain, their undulating out- 

 sketched in bold relief against the sunset aky, 

 end their forest-mantled sides blended in one haze 

 of bine, that darkened Into more sombre shades 

 as the sun withdrew ita smile, and when by moon- 

 light's mystic beam the mountain tops were gild- Immortality. They "watch 

 ecL, dark and gloomy shadows lurked at their base, family, before the hearth, and at tl 

 like the overhanging ban of an evil spirit. What when we are meaning them 

 a teacher is Nature — and the mountains are her we are conscious of exerting 

 cb " dren - them, they are drawing from 



uo and trace ta its rocky fountain the crystal molds of habit, which, if wron 

 let that, from the dark caverns of the j cipllne can wholly 



■The very handlli 

 of the nursery is significant, and the petulance, the 

 passion, the gentleness, the tranquillity Indicated 

 by It, are all reproduced In the child. His soul is 

 ft purely receptive nature, and that for a considera- 

 ble period, without choice or selection. A little 

 further on, be begins voluntarily to copy every- 

 thing he sees. Voice, manner, gait, everything 

 which the eye sees, the mimic Instinct delights to 

 act over. And thus we have a whole generation 

 of future men, receiving from us their very begin- 

 nings, and the deepest impulses of their life and 





IT is very instructive, often, to observe the fitness 

 of oppoaite qualities for different circumstances. 

 A person who sppears to great disadvantage In 

 one place, acquits himself to his honor in another 

 Perhaps no two slaters were more unlike than 

 Martha and Mary of Uethany. The former waa a 

 stirring, bustling, resolute, and perhaps Irritable 

 The latter was moderate, (joiot, diffident, 

 S>le. When Jesus visited them at thefr 

 home, both welcomed him with glad hearts. Mar- 

 tha was inclined to prepare the meal, while Mary 

 was more Inclined to talk with her Lord. But the 

 former became weary and irritated about her 

 housework, while the latter sat meek and lovely at 

 the feet of Jesus. How greatly to her disadvan- 

 tage did Martha appear, when she yielded to the 

 leading elements of her character, and rushed Into 

 the presence of Christ, saying, "Lord, dost thou 

 not care that my Bister hath left me to serve alone ? 

 bid her, therefore, that ehe help me!" "Pasalon- 

 - -romanl" we are ready to exclaim; and, as we 

 away to Mary, she scclub more lovely than ever, 

 t now behold them in different circumstance?, 

 later period, their brother LazaruB died, and 

 the Savior visited tbem in their Borrow. Martha 

 was calm, and went out to meet Jesus as be ap- 

 proached the house. She was so composed that 

 aheconld converse about her deceased brother, 

 and thus appeared well. The elements of her 

 character fitted her to pass through such scenes 

 more calmly than Mary. Even without grace, 

 such elements enable a person to meet bereave- 

 ment better than their opposltes. But Mary was 

 too much overwhelmed with grief to leave the 

 house. She did not muke her appearance till 

 Christ sent for her, and then she could only say, 

 prostrating herself at his feet,— " Lord, if thoo 

 hadst been here, my brother had not died." Her 

 gentle spirit was well nigh crushed under the sor- 

 the workings 



i almost s 



Impressions 

 30 heavenly 

 if right, no bad as- 



dancing and leaping as in joy at soclation utterly dissipate. Now it 



freedom from its prison of stone. Go where ed, I think, whether, in all the act! 



er human foot has trodden and, midst the wild our lives, we do as much to shape the destiny of 



inea and gigantic forest monarch*, study the our fellownnen, as we do in this single article of 



ons that the grandeur and simplicity of Nature unconscious influence over children.— JJushnelL 

 Search where never sunlight stray- 



. Tarsi U a paradox in pride — it makes ouul - 

 mb ly ridiculous, but prevents others from becoming so. " wasting their 



d, and find the tiny flowers whose scented petals J L» we justly look upon a pronenesa 



»"*• kissed by the sunbeam, and which, j as a very ill and mean thing, we are t 



sweetnesB on the desert air," bloom ' that a pronenesa to believe them ta ne 



I reconciled feeling in her heart Martha exhibits 

 much more Christian fortitude and submission W 

 the severe dispensation. And Christ appears to 

 have recognized this difference of character. For 

 to Martha he discoursed for her comfort; hat to 

 Mary^he brought a fountain of teara. As be looked 

 opon her at his feet, convulsed with sgony, he had 

 no words suited to her case. He stood speechless, 

 and "win." Martha found consolation In his 

 words — Mary In his tears. — Congregationaliti. 



UaKToxjfxss.— Blessed are they who see the day 

 of glory, but more blessed are they who contribute 

 to Its approach.— Seder. 



