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MOORE'S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 



PEC. 11. 



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LOVING AND PATIENT. 



"A lAiTiTit-i. wife, a tender mother, a true 

 Mend, the life or our departed sister was beouti- 

 fol. Sbo had trial, pain, suffering— the common 

 lot of all; bat there was this difference between 

 our Bister nod many other?— In her trials, pains 

 Dad snlloriDKB she was always Inviog and patient."' 

 And with these words, the minister closed his 

 eulogy. Ills voice was earnest, and there was a 



Ion 



tremor of feeling in 



Ita tone*. 



lie had known 



thl 



faithful wife, Hits tr 



ne friend « 



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fore ha had uttered no 







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ad, uncovered, by the 

 iered the weeping m 



grave arou 



nd which were 





Loving and pntieni 





to another, as 



they walked slowly amid tho flower 



covered tomb- 







from ilio c 



emetery. " Yes 





was all that— few so 



loving, few 



so patient." 



"And few with more need of patience," was re- 

 plied. "They speak of homo martyrs, sometimes. 

 1 think she was one. The loving heart asks for 

 love in retain, nul ir it receives not this food to 

 nourish Its lire in sufficient measnre. it droops, 

 waste?, dies, So did our precious friend." 



"You think so?" 



"Inmsaroof It." 



" Mr. Carson was not an unkind man." 



"Ho did not treat her with the brutality of an 

 Ignorant French peasant, but, for all that, he is 

 " e less guilty of having diminished, by years, 



the period o 

 " Then it i 



ii-thly t 



riage," said 



living lips uttered the words so faithfully kept by 



mory, they awakened no feeling of sympathy 



bis selfish heart. "Came from Eft 



then said to himself, angrily. "Isn't this her 



home?" 



Write to your mother, and ask her to come and 

 make us a visit," replied Mr. Carson, 



Mother hss a large family and many carea— 

 She could not get away for so long a journey." 



And you have cares, and a home where yoor 

 presence is needed," said the husband. Tnen he 

 added, ' So, no, Mary, I can't see that It is possi- 

 ble now." 



can go alone." Tears had kept gathering in 

 spite of her efforts to repress them, and now a few 

 drops fell slowly over her cheeks. 



Don't think of that for a moment. I am par- 



Jarly opposed to ladies traveling alone. I don't 



think it at all safe. And then, the baby is young, 



, would be certain to take cold, and might con 



act a fatal disease." 



" Baby is nearly three months old " 



" It's no uBe arguing the matter," siid Mr. Car- 

 >B, with considerable impatience of manner. — 

 Yon can't go, Mary, and you might as well give 

 up at once." 



Memory had kept, with daguerreotype fidelity, 

 tho expression of his wife's face, when he tlung 

 back upon her this unfeeling interdiction, and 

 It was befoie him in all of Its rebuking 



Loving and patient." This was the commen- 

 tary. No angry, Impatient, or rebellious word es- 

 :aped her lips, nor did a frown disfigure her brow. 

 Bat she seemed to shrink before him, as if a strong 

 hand had borne down hard upon her. 



o months from that time, news came of the 

 mother's sudden illness. 



I must go home now," she said. 



It Is impossible for me to accompany you.— 

 Walt for a few days. Your mother will be well 



"I can go alone, Thomas," urged Mre. Carson. 



" I will not consent to that, Mary," was positive- 

 ly objected. " Next week, if your mother should 

 continue to grow worse, I will go with you." 



"Oh, Thomas! If I should never see her again! " 



" Yoa indulge a needless alarm," said the has 

 band, coldly. "This sickness is but temporary, 

 and will pass away.'' 



The pleader was silenced, hut the pale, sad fa;e 

 gave signs of intenso suffering. A whole week 

 passed without another word. Then came a letter 

 from her father in these few words ; 



" Your mother is dying. Come ! come quick- 

 ly! We have been looking for you every hour 

 during the last four dsys. 1'on't delay n moment 

 after receiving this, if you would see your mother 



There was no objection to urge now. Bntwhen 

 Mrs. Carson re crossed the threshold over which 

 she had gone forth a bride, it was to fall, with a 

 deep wail of ttngni&h, insensible across tho bed 

 where lay the cold form of her almost idolized 

 mother, back to whom she had so panted to lly, 

 through more than a year of patient waiting. 



There was a strange expression in the face of 



.onths afton 



Its l 



perception with him had i 

 could reach far enough dow 

 sciousness. Months passed 



Indei 



" A mild way of speaking truth," answered the 

 friend. " Yes, it was, I think, wholly uncongenial 

 for her. He was, probably, as well satisfied with 

 her as ho would have been with any woman. She 

 mlnlBtored to hla selfish pleasures, and was, as we 

 have just hoard, loving and patient. It was all 

 right, so far as his enjoyments were concerned; as 

 for her, life, I think, was one long martyrdom of 

 the heart. Dot It is over now, and she sleeps well.'' 



And so they talked, ob they went ont from the 

 place of graves. 



"Loving and patient." The bereaved hnsband 

 carried the words home with him. They had fallen 

 npon his ears with a new meaning, as applied to 

 his wile, and gave to his mind a certain new per- 

 ception as to her character. " A faithful wife, a 

 Under mother, a tine friend." These were the mln 

 istor's words also, and they wero sounding Btill In 

 his ear*. How lingultriy elevated had become, ail 

 at once, Mr. Cirson's Ideal of his wire. Her char- 

 acter stood oat with a now distinctness. " She bad 

 trial, pain, Buffering." Alas! and this was true also 

 — truo to tho bereaved husband in a way never be- 

 fore appreciated. 



Back to his home returned Mr. Carson, and gath- 

 ered his motherless children around him. How 

 very, very desolate he felt. What a pressure 

 thero was upon his bosom— what an aching void 

 within. 



"Loving and patient" The brief sentence found 

 an involuntary repetition in his mind. He kept 

 saying Itovsi and over, until memory began to 

 draw pictures of tho past. Let us transfer one of 

 these pictures to the canvas. Here it is. Mr. 

 Canon gazed upon it nntil it gave him the heart- 



They had be 

 C»rson, who hi 

 period, asked to " go home," a distance ofsomi 

 two htindrtd miles, and makes short visit Sine. 

 her marriage she had not visited the dear ol< 

 place, though her heart kept going back to it 

 loved one jestingly all the while 



"I don't n* how that is possible." answered he 

 auBband, coldly, aui ^ e? ident surprise at the re 

 quest " Yon cant R0 alone, and for me to leave 

 my bualneaa is ont of tbe question.' 



Tears came lmtantly ,„ the soft brown eyes or 

 the young wife. 



"I have not seen my mother sine 



Down, down through yean c%au 

 the voice of his wire, as It trembled 

 tence. Not a single shade of its tender sadness 

 was gone. And now it fell upon sensitive ears 

 that searched Into all Its meanings. But *b.eo 



v many hundreds or bereaved husbands are 



e departed ones, whose lovfng presence will 

 ire give warmth and light to their dwelling? 

 s-hat are their companion-thoughts? What 

 crowded memories? What their pictures 

 the past? Like those of Mr. Carson? Not 

 i trust; yet to ell must come the recollec- 

 tion of acts or omissions, that the world, if we pos- 

 sessed, would hardly seem too much to give, if 

 iat great sacrifice conld change the record. 

 But to those who have still their home treasures 

 onnd them, the lesson comes with hope as well 

 i reboke. Ab, how little inclined are some men 

 think, that the patient, nncomplaining ones, who 

 ove daily through their dwellings, have equal 

 ants and aspirations with themselves. How 

 ngularly inclined are selfish, sensual-minded 

 en, to undervalue and think lightly of a woman's 

 wants, yearnings, peculiarities and necessities — 

 Their range of thought and feeling sweeps rudely 

 away from here. Their hearts but rarely respond 

 a same touches of sympathy. If, now and 

 a wife drops her pure pearla of feeling at 

 the feet of her husbind, be tramples them in light 

 under his feet, and she learns, from these 

 Bad experiences, to keep more eacred her precious 



into herself, and, it maybe, turns to her husband 

 rougher side of her character, thus exposing 

 hat will suffer least from the rude contact to 

 which she is daily exposed. 



! who can tell in what externally pleasant 



homes these feariul heart-martyrdoms are going 



Beautiful mansions, richly attired, give charm 



elegance to our streets. They smile down 



n ub everywhere, with their assurance of happy 



hearts within. Bui, every now and then, wan faces 



and Bad, dreamy eyeB look out upon us from the 



windows; orwe catch glimpses, through fluttering 



clal wrongs glide In and out of waiting carriages- 

 Alas! alas! What ft mockery of life is all this! If 

 some are not patient and loving, as was Mrs. Car- 

 son, who bore op under her heavy burdens with 

 seeming cheerfulness, until she fell exhausted, and 

 perished by the wayside, ere half the usual allot- 

 ment of days was filled up, who can wonder — who 

 can strongly blame? All have not the religious 

 trust that gave strength in herweaknes?, and hope 



Still, blessings on the loving and patient, though 

 even their paths be rough, and their trials sharp! 

 They pass away like the rest— falling at noon and 

 mid-day in the journeyof life— buttheir departure 

 Is in light, and, as their garments trail behind them 

 in their final passage upwards, to all eyes, even 

 those made dullest by selfish feelings, they are 

 Been as angels. 



Wit mi Humor. 



plummet line that 

 to fathom her con- 

 efore any warmth 

 came back to her cheeks, or any light to her 

 dreamy eyes. Yet do murmur or reproach es- 

 caped her lips. She was loving, dutiful, and pa- 

 tient But she never spoke to Mr. Carson of her 

 mother. Once or twice he referred to the dear 

 departed one. but she did not seem to hear his 

 mark ; and be, from a vague suspicion of the trt 

 held back from repeating the reference. 



With what painful distinctness was this whole 

 scene restored, as Mr. Carson sat grieving over hi 

 great loss, in the desolate borne from which tb 

 light of a loving face had departed forever. 

 what would be not have given for power to change 

 crnel act! Away from the rebuking 

 itten in his book of lire In characters 

 be erased, the grieving and repentant 

 id his eyes: hut it was only to gaze upon 

 another almost as painful to behold, as this faded 

 memory restored other scenes In which he was 

 ■ mean, selfish opposer, and ahe the loving, pa- 

 nt, long-suffering wife. It had been all exaction 

 his part, and gentle compliance on hers, even 

 ingh compliance must often have been through 

 reluctance or pain. He had been a selfish tyrant ; 

 she a yielding, dntifol subject, though often bur- 

 dened beyond nature's power or endurance. 



jw, as Mr. Carson read over the past, he 

 meanings in almost every lire-incident — 

 eye; the pale, pleading face that grew 

 ind paler with every passing year; the 

 tony look that answered to his unkind 

 he silence that often sealed her lips for 

 hours after his arbitrary denials; all these, and 

 more, were present to him now, and ho tried, but 

 in vain, to put them ont of sight 



How little had ho taken her needs of mind or 

 body into consideration, during all the years of 

 their married life. He had Bcarcely thought of 

 her as a being with necessities like his own; but 

 rather as one given to be the servant of his wants 

 and pleasures. It mattered little bow she thought, 

 felt, or desired. If her action served him, that 

 reached tho compass of his estimates. 



" Loving and patient." What a new power to 

 smite him as with a whip of stinging scorpions, 

 was this testimony or the preacher gaining every 

 moment Yes, she had been loving and patient, 

 amid crnel wrongs and neglects, that sapped the 

 foundations of her life. Loving and patient, 

 though daily Bhe bent lower and lower beneath 

 the heavy weight of her oncheered duties. 



And these were the memories that came back 

 npon the bereaved husband, as he sat, with his 

 motherless children, in the home now made deso- 

 late. There had been an angel in his house for 

 years; but In his blind eelfiBhneshess he had not 

 recognized her presence, even though her hand 

 crowned his days with comfort, and made his pil- 

 low soft for him at night And worse than this; 

 for good deeds he had returned harshness; for love 

 coldness; and for gentle words unkindly speech. 

 Not a gleam of consolation found its way into 

 this night of sorrow and self-rebuke. Our dead 

 return not As we have been to them so ' 

 onrmemoriesof them— blessed, or accusing 

 ries, according to onr deeds. 



A VOLTJHTEER BULL -FIGHT. 



iiEMPER once seeing, when a lad at school, 

 between two bulls. Although I conld not 

 eeu more than eight years of age, T shall 

 forget the spectacle. It happened in this 



over! He turned once or twice, probably; I thu't 

 he turned fifty time?, there seemed such oonfasion 

 of horns and feet revolving, flying through the air. 

 But down he went; the water was deep and he dis- 

 appeared, leaving a whlrpool of foam behind him, 

 id making the river undulate far and wide with 

 e concussion of his ponderous bulk. 

 The other bull did not laugh, merely because 

 [•nils, as 1 supposed, conld not Bnt we laughed 

 d shouted our applause. There stood the victor, 

 looking directly down Into the abyss below, into 

 which he had harried his onlucky foe. He stood, 

 however, bnt a moment, and then, as if frightened 

 i prospect, be began to snort and step back- 

 ward. Back, back he retreated, with hlB head in 

 ime pognacioua attitude as when in combat— 

 — still another step back — and over he, too, 

 an the opposite side of the bridge, performing 

 a many and as ludicrous somersets as his ad- 

 versary bad done before. It was a scene to remem- 

 ber; and the performance called forth immense 

 use from the group of juvenile amateurs who 

 witnessed it. 



In about five minutes both bulls might be seen, 

 well sobered by their docking, dripping wer, 

 retching up the steep, gravelly banks, each on 

 is own side of the river. "Those bulls will never 

 fight any more," said a boy behind me. His pre- 

 diction turned out correct; for two more peacea- 

 bly disposed bulls than they were, ever afterward, 

 conld not have been found. 



ireen'- looking chap from the Green Mountain 

 State, went over the lines and on to Montreal, "to 

 look rtound a leetle," Going into a large and 

 handsome dry goods store, his verdancy attracted 

 the attention of the proprietor, who attempted to 

 quiz him; hut unhappily having an lm-p-p-pedi- 

 ment In hla speech, he had to give it up, and his 

 head clerk came forward to speak for him. The 

 clerk began: "Mr. Bull wishes to know if yon can 

 tell him why Balaam's ass spoke?" " Wa'al," says 

 .lonathan, " I rather guess how that Balaam was a 

 stutterin' man, and his ass had to speak for him!" 



" Caw you return my love, dearest Julia?" Cer- 



gtilmtiscinrnts. 



THE BEST WORK ON THE SUBJECT E\TV\T. 

 IMPORTANT TO FARMERS. 



MILCH COWS AND DAIRY FARMINC. 



BV CHARLES L. FLINT. 

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FTJBSI FUESI FUR81I 

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Fancy Sleigh and BuQalo Hobos. 



AMERICAN STOCK JOURNAL, 



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Close by the school-house — a very unpretending 

 edtQce it was— ran a deep and rapid river. A 

 it bad been thrown a high wooden bridge, the 

 hand-railing of which time and the winds and the 

 weatber had entirely destroyed. The land on the 

 opposite sides of the stream wa3 owned by differ- 

 ent persons, and farmed by them respectively. — 

 One bright Bummer day— I remember it as it were 

 yesterday — the hour of noon bad arrived, and a 

 frolicsome, fun-seeking troop of schoolboys were 

 let loose for an hour's recreation. 



All at once the bellowing and roaring of two 

 had broken out of their enclosures on 



MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA,— ACROSTIC AL. 



I am composed of 16 letters. 

 My 1, B, 11, 5, 10, 4 is a book In the OldTestament. 

 My 2, :>, 15, 0, 3 is to cleanse. 

 My 3, 12, 7, 16, 2 la a thin, light fluid. 

 My 4, 5, 15, 1, 10, 11 is a kind or tree. 

 My 5, 11, 1, 6, 8, 5, 16, is a substance used in mak- 

 ing water-colors. 

 My 6,7, 2, 5, 11, 16 is a depository for sacred things. 

 My 7, 10, B, 3, 12 is a part of the body. 

 My s, 11, 15, 11, 4, C ia a BpecieB of history. 

 My !», H, 15, 11 10, i la a house for animals. 

 My 10, 1 I, 6, 3, 4 ia farniture In an artist's room. 

 My 1 1, lo, 16, 1, 4, 10 is a small InBtrnment 

 Sly 12, .', 11, M, lii, - is a trade or profession. 

 My 13, 6, 15, 10 was a celebrated judge. 



My 15, 8, 11, 9, 10, 1G, 11 is a kind of cloth. 

 My 10, 2, 16 is a bird of prey. 

 My whole la the nsme of a celebrated navigator. 



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animals were not yet ia sight of each other, but 

 approaching along the highway at a rate of 

 Bpeed which would cause them to meet near the 

 3 of the high bridge which I have described, 

 and beneath which, at some thirty feet, ran the 

 , between steep banks. The more daring of 

 Uhered near the bridge, lining it, to see the 

 ipated fight We were not disappointed. — 

 er and nearer approached the proud, pawing 

 combatants. Bashan never produced two brutes 

 of fiercer aspect. They lashed their sides with 

 their tails, they tore the gronnd with their feet 

 Occasionally they kneeled down, trying to gore the 

 earth with their horns. And as yet they were con- 

 cealed, each from the other, by the ascent to the 

 bridge at either end. Presently, as they Blmulta- 

 ously ascended the respective abutments, they 

 me full in sight of each other. The roar was 

 mutual and actually tremendous. Every urchin of 

 sprang into the fields and ran. Finding, how- 

 ar, that we were not pursued, we hastily retraced 

 r steps. There they were, quite as sensibly em- 

 ployed as some of their human Imitators. Front 

 to front, their horns locked, every muscle strained, 

 tbey were fighting as only bulls can fight It 

 seemed an even match. Now one would press 

 back his opponent a few paces, and presently you 

 would hear quick, sharp, short steps, and his ad- 

 versary would press back in return. The strug- 

 gling was hard, was long, was savage. For awhile 

 neither obtained an advantage. 



Hitherto they had been pushing eaoh other 

 lengthwise of the bridge; suddenly they began te 

 wheel, and in a moment they were facing each 

 other crosswise. They were at right-angles with 

 the length of the old bridge, which Bhook, and 

 creaked, and rocked again with their trampling 

 and their terrible strife. It was the work of a Bin- 

 gle moment; one of the beasts — I conld not tell 

 which— one of them, however, aa if conscious of 

 his position, made a violent, a desperate plunge 

 forward, and pressed his antagonist back, back, 

 back, til) there was bnt another step of the plank 

 behind him, between blm and nothing! The mo- 

 ment was one of intense Interest to ub juvenile 

 spectators. Never was the amphitheatre of Rome 

 the scene of a more exciting combat Another 

 step backward, yes. the unfortunate bull was 

 forced to take it ! Back be is pressed and over he 

 goes. 



Such a alght I never saw, I probably shall never 

 Bee again. Imagine a bnll pitched backward over 

 abridge and falling at least thirty feet over and 



MATHEMATICAL PROBLEM. 



How many found, fl-it-bottomed kettles, havini 

 a top diameter often inches, a bottom dlamele 

 of eight inches and on altitude of twelve inche 

 — being one inch thick on the bottom and one 

 half inch thick on the sides— and standing oi 

 three legs, each being a globe one and one-fourth 

 inches in diameter, and allowing two cubio Inches 

 for the bale attachment, can be mode from a i 

 bar of iron, forty feet long and four inches 

 ametcr, with a round bole In its centre, thirty feet 

 long and two Inches In diameter? a. j 



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a weeks. 



ALGEBRAICAL PROBLEM. 



Required two such numbers that, if the b< 

 of the first be diminished by twice the product of 

 these numbers, the remainder may be 45; and the 

 Ei|uare of the second augmented by four times the 

 product of the numbers, the sum may he 76. 



GEOMETRICAL PROBLEM. 



The base of a right-angle-triangle is D and the 

 perpendicular 3— what is the aide of the inscribed 

 square? John Thomson. 



A BIDDLB. 



I have a little boy who possesses something 

 very precious to me; it is a workmanship of ex 

 qnlalH iMH and was said, by our blessed Savior 

 to be the object of his Father's peculiar care, an< 

 yet It doea not display the attributes of elthe: 

 benevolence or compassion. If I were to lose it 

 no human ingenuity conld replace it; and yet, t< 

 describe it generally, It ia very abundant It wa 

 first given to Adam, in Paradise, along with bii 

 beautiful Eve. although he previously had it in hii 

 possession. It will last as long as the world exists 

 and yet It Is destroyed every day. It is to be found 

 in all parts of the earth, while three distinct parts 



yet it is a 



It ii 



, the field of 





amity fl nd 

 - is the 





ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, Jtc, IN No. 464. 



Stajle CotjIci. on» year, 



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MOORE'S RmALaEW-YOKKER, 



Ajrieojnirol, Llicrnrr null Family Nempipar, 

 D. D. T. MOORE, ROCHE6TER, N. V. 



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