MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND EAfflLY JOURNAL. 
PLEASUKE AND DUTY. 
BY K. S. CHILTON*. 
We met, and loved, and parted — the old story: 
A bright-eyed maiden she, and I a youth 
Who worshipped at her shrine, and thought the glory 
That dwelt about her was tlie light of truth. 
O, she was fair as aught of poet’s dreaming. 
And her large eyes were lustrous as the light 
That streams IVoni Eve's first star, whose gentle beaming 
Pours a mild radiance round the brow of night. 
Her speech was soft and musical as singing. 
And even now*, after long, weary years, 
I hear its silvery tones — like sweet bells ringing 
In the far ChaiKil of my w'asted years. 
But she was false as fair — the maid 1 cherished — 
And in my hour of sorest need she fled. 
And left me in a maze where I had perished. 
But for an angel who my footsteps led. 
An angel woman, in whose large calm eyes 
Beamed tlie pure luster of a spotless soul. 
Fixed as tlie star tliat burns in Northern skies— 
The God-fed Pharos of the frosty pole. 
Though cold at first, seen tlirough the clearer air 
In which I breathe, a matchless beauty now* 
Lives in her perfect form, and flowing hair. 
And in the whiteness ot her ample brow. 
O, ye who worship Pleasure, know that beauty 
Flows from within, and makes the features fair; 
See well, and in the plainer face of Duty 
Thou’lt find such grace as angel-faces wear! 
[N. Y. Tribune.] 
CHEISTMAS THREE CENTURIES AGO. 
BY GEO. WITHER. 
Lo, now is come our joyful feast! 
Let every man be jolly; 
Each roome witli ivy leaves is drest. 
And every post w'iih holly. 
Though other’s purses lie more fat. 
Why should we pine«r grieve at that; 
Hang sorrow! care will kill a cat. 
And tlierefore let’s be merry! 
Now all our neighbors’ chimneys smoke. 
And Christmas blocks arc burning: 
Their ovens they with bak’t meats choke, 
And all their spits arc turning; 
Witliout the door let sorrow lye. 
And if, for cold, it hap to die, 
We’ll bury it in a Christmas pie, 
And evermore be merry! 
e._!] l ■ --!J'J.L',Li 
Hituarq all^l 3Ei0ttllantom. 
THE CnibD’S FAITH. 
A TRUE STORY. 
EY MRS. MARY ARTHUR. 
It ivas a cold evening, and there was 
but little lire in Mrs. Hoffman’s stove; so 
little Frantz sat close by it; and though his 
thoughts were far away, yet a slight feeling 
of discomfort, from the chilliness, mingled 
witli his fancies. 
His riQOthei'’s wheel kept on—as'ifc al\vay.s 
did in the winter’s long evenings—with a 
low humming sound, that had till now been 
very cheerful and pleasant to little Frantz; 
but, somebow, he forgot to notice it this 
night. Poor Frantz!—he scarcely looked 
like himself, for his head was bent down, 
and his eyes seemed to be looking straight 
through the floor, so fixed and intent did his 
gaze seem. 
Often ai^ often did the mother’s eye 
turn to her little boy, for never before had 
the joy-speaking eye of Frantz been so long 
bent to the earth; but still the mother said 
no word, till at last, a deep sigh came from 
the parted lips of Frantz; then his mother 
laid her hand softly upon his; yet even that 
gentle touch started Frantz, so lost was he 
in thought; and when he quickly lifted his 
face, and saw the questioning look of his 
mother, his pent-up thoughts burst out at 
once. 
“ Oh, mother 1 in a week it will be Christ¬ 
mas day; can I not have a Christmas-tree ?” 
The mother’s face looked sad, but only 
for a moment; she knew that the earnest 
wish of little Frantz was not likely to be 
realized; but she knew, too, that it was best 
iof her boy to learn to bear cheerfully any 
crossing of his desires which must be; and 
she spoke more soothingly and gently than 
usual, as she said— 
“ And what makes my little Frantz set 
Ills heart on that now ? He has never had 
a Christmas-tree before!” 
‘‘Oh, that is it,” exclaimed Frantz: “I 
never had one. Ever since I was a baby, 
mother, I have heard of the good Christ- 
child, who brings beautiful gifts to others. 
Why does he not bring them to me ? Am 
I worse than the rest, mother ?” 
“No—no, Frantz;” so spoke the motlier, 
hastily—for in her heart arose a picture of 
the gentlenes.?, the self-denying fortitude of 
her little boy, in the midst of trouble; his 
patience in .sickness, his industry in health, 
his anxious care to help her in all that his 
little liands could do. “ No—no! my Frantz 
—it is not that.” 
“ Well, mother—but is there amj reason ? 
Oh I you do not know how I have dreamed 
and dreamed of a beautiful tree that I 
should have this Christmas; it was full of 
golden fruit and lighted tapers, and under 
it ■were laid gifts for you, dear mother: a 
new Bible, with large print; and a purse of 
money; so that you might not have to work 
so hard, dear mother; and warm clothes, 
that would never let you ^et cold. And, 
Ohl I came along the street to-day, and 
saw the windows shining with their loads of 
beautiful toys, and gifts of all sorts, and saw 
the boys and girls running and shouting, 
and telling how they would not care for any 
thing else, when the Christmas-day was 
once come, and they would have their load¬ 
ed tree—then, mother, all the dreams I have 
had, since I can first remember, come back; 
all you have told me of the good Christ- 
child and of his love for children; and I 
half felt, mother, as if I was left out, and not 
loved among the rest.” 
“ Dear Frantz,” said the mother, “it was 
a sad—sad thought Do not let it come in¬ 
to your heart again. Oh! the Christ-child 
is always good—altogether loving, even 
when his love is shown in such ways that 
we do not clearly see it at once. Come 
closer to me, Frantz.” 
Frantz saw in his mother’s face a look of 
such deep tenderness, that his soul grew full. 
He took his own little seat, and sat close be¬ 
side her, and leaned Ins head against her 
knee, and the mother said, gently — 
“ The Christ-child has given you beauti¬ 
ful gifts, my Frantz; he has given you life, 
and a warm, earnest heart; he has given 
you a mother, who loves you so dearly; a 
home to shelter you; he gives us the light 
of day, and all the glorious things it reveals, 
and the stiller beauty of the night; and he 
gives us, more than all, a hope of heaven, 
and a knowledge of the path to it Are not 
these great gifts, Frantz ?” 
Frantz lifted his face; he did not speak, 
but his eyes were full of dears, and his 
mother knew that his heart said— 
“ Yes.” 
So she went on: 
“ These are the gifts Ave most need to 
make us happy; others may be good for us, 
but the Chri.st-child knows better than we 
do what we need. If it were good for us, 
lie would give us all we wish for; but then 
we might not make a good use of his gifts, 
or Ave might grow proud of them, or be so 
wrapped up in the gifts as to forget the 
Giver. Ah! my Frantz, let us only ask for 
Avhat is best for us to have, and be will give 
it; he loves to give, and only refuses Avhat 
will hurt us.” 
Again little Frantz had bent his head on 
his hand, but noAv it was not sadness, only 
thought, that Avas in his face; and he asked, 
“ Hoav can Ave know Avhat is best — what 
to ask for ?” 
“ If it is not given, think that it is best 
withheld, and be patient; if it is given, be 
thankful, and use the gift aright. See, 
Frantz!” 
And the mother arose, and took from a 
closet a small sum of money. 
“ This,” she continued, “ is all I have; if 
any of this is spent for toys or play, I shall 
not have any to buy shoes for you nor for 
me, and by ibis I know the Christ-child 
tloems it best for me to be content with 
Avhat is most necessary, and to give up the 
pleasure of buying you beautiful golden 
fruit and colored tapers.” 
“ Could I not do without shoes ?” asked 
Frantz. “ I would go so many errands for 
tlie old cobbler, that he would mend my 
old ones; and Oh! if that Avould make it 
right—” 
“ And /—should I do Avithout shoes ?” 
asked the motlier. 
Frantz looked down at the Avorn-out shoes 
she had on, and again his heart Avas full. 
“Oh! no, mother; you micst have shoes. 
But Oh! how happy the boys must be 
AA'hose mothers have shoes, and can irive 
them Christmas-trees, too!” 
Lonsp^id Frantz lie aAvake that night and 
ponder over all his mother had said, and at 
last a thought sprang into his mind. It was 
not wrong to ask the Christ-child for Avhat 
we wish, if we Avill only patiently bear the 
the withholding. He Avould ask for the 
tree. But how ? His mother had told him 
the Christ-child Avas ready to answer, and 
always near. Frantz would write his heart’s 
wish in a letter, and direct it “ To the Christ- 
child.” 
And early in the fair morning, Frantz 
wrote the letter, and when he met his mother 
his face was once more the gay, bright face 
of old; for in liis pocket was the paper 
Avhich seemed to him a warrant of coming 
joy, and in his heart Avas a feeling very like 
certainty that his wish would be granted; 
yet he did not speak of it. It Avas his first, 
his glad, darling secret, and it should be a 
great surprise to bis mother. So he only 
looked joyful and kissed her, and slie laid 
her hand on his head, and said how glad she 
Avas to see her boy so patient and cheerful 
once more. 
Frantz did many little acts of kindness 
and industry that day, for in his heart was 
a fountain of hope and love; and he Avished 
to help every one. But, lively as lie was, 
he did not forget to drop his precious letter 
in the post office. 
When the post master came to look over 
the letters, of course he was much surprised 
at this one of Frantz, with so strange a 
direction; but in a moment he saw that it 
was in a child’s hand, and he opened the 
letter. It ran thus: — 
“ Good Christ-child, 
“ I am a poor little boy, but I have 
a good mother, who has taught me many 
things about you; and she hiis said that you 
are kind and good, and love little children, 
and delight to give them gifts, so that they 
are not hurtful ones. Now my mother is 
kind too, and would like to give me all I 
want, but she is poor, and when I asked her 
for a Christmiis-tree, she could not give me 
one, because she had only money enough 
to buy shoes for us; so I ask you, who are kind 
and rich, to give me one. I hope I am not 
a bad boy—J am sure my mother does not 
think I am; and if it is best for me not to 
have the tree, I Avill try to be patient, and 
bear it as a good boy should; but I don’t 
see what hurt a large Bible, or Avarm clothes, 
C 0 uld do to my mother; so, if I may not 
have the tree. Oh! please give her those, 
and I sliall be so happy. 
Frantz Hoffman.” 
Pleased with the simple, childish inno¬ 
cence of the letter, the post master put it 
in his pocket. When he Aventhome,he found 
a rich lady there, who had come to take 
tea Avith his wife; and at the table, when all 
were assembled, he drew forth the letter of 
little Frantz, and read it aloud, telling how 
it had come into his hands, and saying how 
the poor little fellow Avould wonder at never 
getting his tree, nor ever hearing of his let¬ 
ter again. 
“ But he may hear of it again,” said the 
rich lady, who had listened carefully to 
every Avord. “ There is so much goodness 
of heart in the poor boy’s love for his 
mother, that it well deserves to be rcAvard- 
ed. He may hear of it again.” 
So the lady remembered the name of the 
boy; indeed, she asked the man to give her 
the letter, which he did, and by its aid she 
sought and found out where Frantz lived. 
From some of the neighbors she heard how 
poor they were, and how little Frantz helped 
his motlier all day cheerfully, and was the 
best boy in all the neighborhood, and that 
Mrs. Hoffman had not now even the money 
to buy shoes, for that her landlord had 
raised her rent, and she had to give the 
little sum laid aside to him. And the lady 
thought to herself that it Avould not be likely 
to spoil so good a boy, by a beautiful tree; 
so she had one brought to her house, large 
and full of leaves it was, and she bought all 
kinds of beautiful and useful things to liang 
on it, and little rose-colored tapers, to be 
placed among the branches, and on the ta¬ 
ble, under the tree, were laid tAvo pairs of 
shoe.s, one pair for the mother and one pair 
for Frantz, and a pair of thick blankets, and 
a large shawl, and a purse of money, (for 
the lady knew that poor Mrs. Hoffman must 
have many Avants of which she could not 
knoAv, and she wanted lier to supply them 
by means of the purse,) and, best of all, 
there Avas a large Bible. 
If Frantz’s dream had suddenly turned 
into realit}’, it could not have been more 
. beautiful. 
So day after day went on, and though 
Pfantz knew not the fate of his letter, he 
ncA’er douhtpd that all would go Avell. It. 
Avas pleasant to see the sunshiny face with 
which he greeted every morning, as “ one 
day nearer Christmas.” And when at last 
Christmas morning came, bright and clear, 
there Avas a leaping bounding heart in his 
bosom, and a light in his blue eyes that 
made his mother smile, thougli slie scarcely 
kncAV Avhere their next meal was to come 
from. The Avheel kept on its whirripg, and 
Frantz sat Avith his eyes fixed on the blue 
sky, as if lie almost thought his expected 
tree Avould drop down from it. Suddenly 
a loAv knock Avas heard at the door, and a 
voice asked— 
“ Is little Frantz Hoffman here ?” 
Frantz almost flew to the door. 
“ I am Frantz!” he said. 
And the little maiden, who had asked for 
him, told him to come Avitli her, and his 
mother must come too. 
Soon, very .soon was the little party ready, 
and the maiden led them along gaily to a 
handsome house, Avhose door she pushed 
open, and they entered in. 
How lightly trod Frantz along the wide 
passage, for his heart whispered aloud to 
him! At the endstood a door, just ajar, and 
as the girl pushed it open, a blaze of light 
streamed out Frantz caught his mother’s 
hand and drew her forward, exclaiming, 
“ It is my tree—my tree! I knew so well 
it would be ready!” 
And, sure enough, there stood the shin¬ 
ing tree, all bright with lighted tapers, and 
laden with sparkling fruit, -and on high was 
an image of the beautiful Christ-child, bold¬ 
ing out his hand and smiling so lovingly, 
and beloAV was Avritten, 
“ FOR FRANTZ, BECAUSE HE LOVED HIS 
MOTHER.” 
Influence of Women.—M an is but a 
rough pebble, Avithout the attrition received 
from contact Avith the gentler sex: it is won¬ 
derful how the ladies pumice a man down 
into a smoothness v/hich occasions him to 
roll over and over Avith the rest of his 
species, jostling but not wounding bis neigh¬ 
bors, as the Avaves of circumstances bring 
him into collision Avith them.— Marryat. 
Source of Conceit. — All aflectalion and 
display proceed from the supposition of pos¬ 
sessing something better than the restof the 
world possesses. Ahjbody is vain of possess¬ 
ing two legs and two arms; because that is 
the precise quantity of either sort of limb 
which every body possess,—iSyJ/zey Smith. 
Truth overcomes falsehood, and suspi¬ 
cion cannot live before perfect fr.ankness. 
Suninrona anb Iraiisrag. Corntr. 
TAKE THE PAPERS. 
’Tis sweet on a winter’s night at home, 
to sit by fire and tapers; but ah! it is a 
wiser thing, by far, to read the papers.'— 
Won’t you take the papers? Can’t you 
take the papers ? The joys of hearts are 
little worth unless you take the papers. 
Maidens waiting loA'ers true—you must 
take the papers! Swains Avho would not 
idly woo—you must take the papers! — 
Won’t you take the. papers ? Can’t you 
! take the papers ? Love’s joy below you’ll 
never knoAv, unless you take the papers. 
Married folks of all degree—you must 
take the papers! You must truly happy 
be, if you take the papers. Won’t you 
take the papers? Can’t you take the pa¬ 
pers ? They’ll say your’e mean, and “ raih- 
er green! ” unless you take the papers. — 
JV. H. Gazette. 
Surplus Argument. —Counsellor Wil¬ 
kinson was arguing a motion to quash for 
defective recognizance in a cause lastAveek 
Having conclusively shoAvn one fatal defect 
in the recognizance, he said there Avere 
many other equally fatal defects in it. 
“ Hold on, hold on,” says the Judge wink¬ 
ing very fast, “you remind tho court, Mr. 
Wilkinson, of a nigger in Tennessee. Cuff' 
had been out with the cart and oxen, and 
returning, his master asked him what Avas 
the trouble? 
“ Why, massa, de Avhecl is broke.” 
“ Is that all, Cuff?” 
“ No, massa, de tongue broke, too.” 
“ What, did the oxen run away ?” 
“Yes, massa, and kill de nigh ox.” i 
“Is it possible. Cuff?” 
“ And the off ox, too, massa.” 
“ So, you black rascal, you have made a 
perfect smash up: and that is the reason why 
you came back, Avhy didn’t you tell me so ?” 
“ Why, massa,” said Cuff, scratching his 
Avool, “ I ’spose dat one wheel be ’ficient of 
itself individooally, widout proceeding into 
de entire argument obde cart and oxum!” 
Budget of Definitions. — Nabob—An 
ostler telling a nag named “ Bob ” to neigh. 
Notice —Something not congealed. 
Ore —One Avho is indebted to another. 
Parent—Nhni every honesttenantought 
to do. 
Partaker —A little girl requesting her 
father to take her. 
Peacemaker —One who breaks any fra¬ 
gile substance. 
Pungent— A gentleman Avho makes a 
pun. 
Kissing Great Men. —Amin Bey, the 
Turkish Ambassador, had a grand time of 
it on Monday, at the GoA*ernor’s room, in 
New York, having kissed more pretty avo- 
men in the space of an hour, than he had 
ever seen before in lus life. This he hon¬ 
estly confessed, and inquired very courte¬ 
ously to whom they belonged. On being 
informed that they were the wives of the 
sovereign people, he smacked his lips, and j 
said he had no idea that any sovereign on * 
earth had so magnificent a hnrQxn.—Louis¬ 
ville Democrat. 
Mrs. Partington says that just before 
the last AArar Avith England, circumstances 
Avere seen around the moon nightly, shoot¬ 
ing stars perambulated the earth, the desk 
of the sun was covered Avith black spots of 
ink, and comics swept the horizon with their 
operatic tails. Everybody said that it was 
a profligated Avar, and sure enough war did 
come. Its cosiiveness was felt throughout 
the land, but the bravery of General Jack- 
son, expiated the American citizens, and 
foreign domineer soon became a by-word. 
A Turn. —“ For what do you wink at me, 
sir ?” said a beautiful young lady, angrily, 
to a stranger, at a party an evening or two 
since. “ I beg your pardon, madam,” re¬ 
plied the wit, “ 1 winked as men do in look¬ 
ing at the sun—your splendor dazzled my 
eyes.” 
“Julius, was you ever troubled wid de 
aberration of mind ?” 
“No, I vras crazy once and that satisfied 
this child. For two days I was chased all 
around town by a brick house, and what’s 
Avorse, I would never have got away from 
it, if a liberty pole had not up foot and kick¬ 
ed me overboard.” 
'‘ Do you know how to cast iron ? ” said 
the proprietor of a stove foundry to a green 
countryman, who applied for work. “Well 
yes,” said the bumpkin, scratching his head, 
“ I Avas reckoned good at pitching quates at 
hum.” 
“ Does the floor you haA’e been scouring, 
look nice, Bridget?” 
“ Indade, an’ it does ma’m—jlst as nice 
as if I hadn’t a touched it—I didn’t hurt 
it at all, at all.” 
A BOY, just beginning to read Congres¬ 
sional news, asked his father if the members 
of Congress were ail deaf and dumb ? He 
I thought they were, because they made so 
many motions. 
“ Attempt tlie end, and never stand to doubt; 
Nothing’s so hard, but search will find it out.” 
ACROSTICAL ENIGMA. 
I am couipo.sed of 18 letters. 
My 1, 2, 18,16, 5 is a plant. 
My 2,17, 6, 5, 15, 10, 14, 12 is a bird. 
My 3, 7, 6, 10, 7 is a mistake. 
My 4, 14, i, 13, 3, 7 is .a name familiar to all. 
My 5, 11, 3 , 13 is not a friend. 
My G, 17, 8.is an herb. 
My 7, 14, 17, 11 is a color. 
.My 8,17, 7, 11 is useful in mending. 
My 9, 3, 1, 3, 10, 7 is of a transitory nature. 
My 10, 13 denotes surprise. 
iMy 11, 5, 17, 1 is to be nice. 
.My 12, 13, 11 is an even ntimber. 
My 13, 5, 7 is a pronoun. 
My 14, 11 is generally oppos«d to off. 
My 15, 6, 3, 5 is to i^et at liberty. 
My 16,3, 1, .5 is to nieasure. 
My 17, 4, 3,11 is used in the desk. 
-My 18, 5, 10, 16, 17, 11 is a kind of title. 
My whole to many is a pleasant time. 
[D= -Anstver in two weeks. 
For the Rural New-Yorker. 
CHARADE. 
-My first doth deep sorrow denote, 
My second that sorrow must feel, 
.'ly whole is a safe antidote 
That sorrow to soften and heal. 
0= .Answer in two weeks. 
REBUS 
My first is a trifling man; my second is a noble 
beast; and my whole is a vegetable. 
03” Answer in two weeks. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS &c. IN NO, <19. 
Answer to Enigm.a, No. 1.—Jamks Madison. 
“ '■ No. 2.— Liberty, Equali¬ 
ty, Fraternity. 
.Answers to Poetical Enigma.— Veil— Vile— 
I/Evi—L ive—Evil. 
Answer to Puzzle.--Verses 37 and 38 of 19th 
Chap. Genesis. 
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