MOOSE’S SURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY JOURNAL. 
Poetiml. 
For the Rural New-Yorker. 
THE WINTRY WIND. 
O coldly blows the wintry wind, and with a snowy shroud 
The late green earth is mantled o’er,—while wailing deep 
and loud. 
The icy spirit of the storm, comes howling from the North, 
Whence Desolation, dark and drear, attends its going forth. 
O coldly blows the wintry wind among the lonely trees— 
Where not a leaf is left to float upon the searching breeze; 
The birds have gone to fairer climes beyond this stormy 
shore— 
I n the sunny South, where summer reigns and blossoms 
ever more. 
O coldly blows the wintry wind around'our cottage home, 
But to our cheerful fireside the storm-blast may not come. 
Nor on the hearts that doublv bright do make our happy cot, 
Can "sorrow cast her boding gloom—Content doth bless our 
lot 
O coldly blows the wintry wind, and fastiy flies the snow— 
But little need we heed the storm beside the hearth’s red 
glow— 
Where we enjoy our plenteous cheer, nor turn the poor 
away. 
For woful is the wanderer’s lot who braves the storm 
to-day. j. h. b. 
Sl)£ Sluid) Qmk. 
QUEEN CHRISTINA. 
[From “True Stories from History and Biogra¬ 
phy,” by Nathaniel Hawthorne, lately pub¬ 
lished by Ticknor, Reed & Fields, Boston. It is n 
charming Book for the young folks.] 
In the royal palace at Stockholm, the 
capital city of Sweden, there was born, 
in 1626 a little princess. The king, her 
father, gave her the name of Christina in 
memory of a Swedish girl with whom he 
had been in love. His own name was Gus- 
tavus Adolphus, and he was also called the 
Lion of the North, because he had gained 
greater fame in war than any other prince 
or general then alive. With this valiant 
king for their commander, the Swedes had 
made themselves terrible to the Emperor 
of Germany and to the King of France, 
and were looked upon as the chief defence 
of the Protestant religion. 
The little Christina was by no means a 
beautiful child. To confess the truth, she 
was remarkably plain. The queen, her 
mother, did not love her so much as she 
ought: partly, perhaps, on account of Chris¬ 
tina’s want of beauty, and also, because 
both the king and queen had wished for a 
son, who might have gained as great re¬ 
nown in battle as his father had. 
The king, however, soon became exceed¬ 
ingly fond of the infant princess. When 
Christina was very young, she was taken 
violently sick. Gustavus Adolphus, who 
was several hundred miles from Stockholm, 
traveled night and day, and never rested 
until he held the poor child in his arms.— 
On her recovery, he made a solemn festival, 
in order to show his joy to the people of 
Sweden and express his gratitude to Heav¬ 
en. After this event he took his daughter 
with him in all the journeys which he made 
through his kingdom. 
Christina soon proved herself a bold and 
sturdy little girl. When she was two years 
old, the king and herself, in the course of a 
journey, came to the strong fortress of Col¬ 
mar. On the battlements were soldiers clad 
in steel armor, which glittered in the sun¬ 
shine. There were likewise great cannons, 
pointing their black mouths at Gustavus 
and little Christina, and ready to belch out 
their smoke and thunder; for whenever a 
king enters a fortress it is customary to re¬ 
ceive him with a royal salute of artillery. 
But the captain of the fortress met Gus¬ 
tavus and his daughter, as they were about 
to enter the gate-way. 
“ May it please your Majesty,” said he, 
taking off his steel cap and bowing pro¬ 
foundly, “ I fear that if we receive you with 
a salute of cannon, the little princess will 
be frightened almost to death.” 
Gustavus looked earnestly at his daugh¬ 
ter, and was indeed apprehensive that the 
thunder of so many cannon might perhaps 
throw her into convulsions. He had almost 
a mind to tell the captain to let them enter 
the fortress quietly, as common people might 
have done, without all this head-splitting 
racket But no; this would not do. 
“Let them lire,” said he, waving his 
hand. “ Christina is a soldier’s daughter, 
and must learn to bear the noise of cannon.” 
Bo the captain uttered the word of com¬ 
mand, and immediately there was a terri¬ 
ble peal of thunder from the cannon, and 
such a gush of smoke that it enveloped the 
whole fortress in its volumes. But, amid 
all the din and confusion, Christina was 
seen clapping her little hands, and laugh¬ 
ing in an ecstacy of delight. Probably 
nothing ever pleased her father so much as 
to see that his daughter promised to be 
fearless as himself. He determined to ed¬ 
ucate her exactly as if she had been a boy, 
and to teach her all the knowledge needful 
to the ruler of a kingdom and the com¬ 
mander of an army. 
But Gustavus should have remembered 
that Providence had created her to be a 
woman, and that it was not for him to make 
a man of her. 
However, the king derived great happi¬ 
ness from his beloved Christina It must 
have been a pleasant sight to see the pow¬ 
erful monarch of Sweden playing in some 
magnificent hall of the palace with this 
merry little girl. Then he forgot that the 
weight of a kingdom rested on his shoul- 
dera He forgot that the wise Chancellor 
Oxenstiern was waiting to consult with him 
to render Sweden the greatest country in 
Europe. He forgot that the Emperor of 
Germany and the King of France were 
plotting together how they might pull him 
down from his throne. 
Yes, Gustayus forgot all the perils and 
cares and pompous irksomeness of a royal 
life, and was as happy, while playing with 
his child, as the humblest peasant in the 
realm of Sweden. How gayly -did they 
dance along the marble floor of the palace, 
this valiant king, with his upright, martial 
figure, his war-worn visage, and command¬ 
ing aspect, and the small, round form of 
Christina, with her rosy face of childish 
merriment! Her little fingers were clasped 
in her father’s hand, which had held the 
leading staff in many famous victories.— 
His. crown and sceptre were her playthings. 
She could disarm Gustavus of his sword, 
wliich was so terrible to the princess of 
! Europe. 
But alas! the king was not long permit¬ 
ted to enjoy Christina’s society. When she 
was four years old, Gustavus was summoned 
to take command of the allied armies of 
Germany, which were fighting against the 
Emperor. His greatest affliction was the 
necessity of parting with his child ; but 
people in such high stations have but little 
opportunity for domestic happiness. He 
called an assembly of the Senators of Swe¬ 
den, and confided Christina to their care, say¬ 
ing that each one of them must be a father 
to her, if he should himself fall in battle. 
At the moment of his departure Chris¬ 
tina ran towards him and began to address 
him with a speech which somebody had 
taught her for the occasion. Gustavus was 
busied with thoughts about the affairs of 
the kingdom, so that he did not immediate¬ 
ly attend to the childish voice of his little 
girl. Christina, who did not love to be un¬ 
noticed, immediately stopped and pulled 
him by the coat. 
“ Father,” said she, “ why do you not 
listen to my speech?” 
In a moment the king forgot everything, 
except that he was parting with what he 
loved best in all the world. He caught the 
ehild in his arms and pressed her to his bo¬ 
som, and burst into tears. Yes; though he 
was a brave man, and though he wore a 
steel corslet on his breast, and though ar¬ 
mies waited for him to lead them to battle, 
—still, his heart melted within him, and he 
wept; Christina, too, w r as so afflicted that 
her attendants began to fear that she would 
actually die of grief. But probably she 
was soon comforted; for children seldom re¬ 
member their parents quite so faithfully as 
their parents remember them. 
For two years more, Christina remained 
in the palace at Stockholm. The queen, 
her mother, had accompanied Gustavus to 
the wars. The child, therefore, was left to 
the guardianship of five of the wisest men 
of the Kingdom. But these wise men knew 
better how to manage the affairs of state, 
than how to govern and educate a little girl 
i so as to render her a good and happy woman. 
When two years had passed away, tidings 
were brought to Stockholm which filled ev¬ 
ery body with triumph and sorrow at the 
same time. The Swedes had won a glori¬ 
ous victory at Lutzen. But alas! the war¬ 
like king of Sweden, the Lion of the North, 
the father of our little Christina,—had been 
slain at the foot of a great stone, which still 
marks the spot of that hero’s death. 
Soon after this sad event, a General As¬ 
sembly, or Congress, consisting of deputa¬ 
tions from the nobles, the clergy, the burgh¬ 
ers, and the peasants of Sweden was sum¬ 
moned to meet at Stockholm. It was for 
the purpose of declaring little Christina to 
be Queen of Sweden, and giving her the 
crown and sceptre of her deceased father. 
Silence being proclaimed, the Chancellor 
Oxenstiern arose. 
“We desire to know,” said he, “ wheth¬ 
er the people of Sweden will take the 
daughter of our dead king, Gustavus Adol¬ 
phus, to be their Queen.” 
When the Chancellor had spoken, an old 
man with white hair, and in coarse apparel, 
stood up in the midst of the assembly. He 
was a peasani, Lars Larrson by name, and 
had spent much of his life in laboring on a 
farm. 
“ Who is this daughter of Gustavus ?” 
asked the old man. “ We do not know’ her. 
Let her be shown to us.” 
Then Christina was brought into the hall, 
and placed before the old peasant. It was 
strange, no doubt, to see a child—a little 
girl of six years old—offered to the Swedes 
as their ruler, instead of the brave king, 
her father, who had led them to victory so 
many times. Could her baby fingers wield 
a sword in war? Could her childish mind 
govern the nation wisely in peace ? 
But the Swedes do not appear to have 
asked themselves these questions. Old 
Lars Larrson took Christina up in his arms, 
and gazed earnestly into her face. He had 
known the great]Gustavus well; and his heart 
was touched, when he saw the likeness which 
I the little girl bore to that heroic monarch. 
“Yes,” cried he, with the tears gushing 
down his furrowed cheeks, “this is truly 
the daughter of our Gustavus! Here is her 
father’s brow!—here is his piercing eye! 
—she is his very picture. This child shall 
be our queen!” 
Then all the proud nobles of Sweden, 
and the reverend clergy, and the burghers, 
and the peasants, knelt down at the child’s 
feet, and kissed her hand. 
“ Long live Christina, Queen of Sweden!” 
shouted they. 
Even after she was a woman grown, 
Christina remembered the pleasure she felt 
in seeing all these men at her feet, and hear¬ 
ing them acknowledge her as their supreme 
ruler. Poor child! she was yet to learn 
that power does not ensure happiness. As 
yet, however, she had not any real power 
All the public business, it is true, was trans¬ 
acted in her name; but the kingdom was 
governed by a number of the most experi¬ 
enced statesmen, who were called a Regency. 
But it was considered necessary that the 
little queen should be present at the public 
ceremonies, and should behave just as if she 
were in reality the ruler of the nation.— 
When she was seven years of age, some 
embassadors from the Czar of Muscovy 
came to the Swedish court. They wore 
long beards and were clad in a strange 
fashion, with furs, and other outlandish or¬ 
naments ; and as they were inhabitants of 
a half-civiliz6d country, they did not behave 
like other people. The Chancellor Oxen- 
enstiern was afraid that the young queen 
would burst out a-laughing, at the first sight 
of these queer embassadors; or else that 
she would be frightened by their unusual 
aspect. 
“ Why should I be frightened ?” said the 
little queen; “ and do you suppose that I 
have no better manners than to laugh ?— 
Only tell me how I must behave, and I 
will do it.” 
Accordingly, /.he Muscovite embassadors 
were introduced; and Christina received, 
and answered them with as much dignity 
and propriety as if she had been a grown 
woman 
All this time, though Christina was now 
a queen, you must not suppose that she was 
left to act as she pleased. She had a pre¬ 
ceptor, named John Mathias, who was a 
very learned man, and capable of instruct¬ 
ing her in all the branches of science. But 
there was nobody to teach her the delicate 
graces and gentle virtues of a woman. She 
was surrounded almost entirely by men; 
and had learned to despise the society of 
her own sex. 
At the age of nine years, she was sep¬ 
arated from her mother, whom the Swedes 
did not consider a proper person to be en¬ 
trusted with the charge of her. No little 
girl, who sits by a New England fireside, 
has cause to envy Christina, in the royal 
palace at Stockholm. 
Yet she made great progress in her stud¬ 
ies. She learned to read the classical au¬ 
thors of Greece and Rome, and became a 
great admirer of the heroes and poets of 
old times. Then, as for active exercises, she 
could ride on horseback as well as any man 
in her kingdom. She was fond of hunting, 
and could shoot at a mark with wonderful 
skill. But dancing was the only feminine 
accomplishment with which she had any 
acquaintance. 
She was so restless in her disposition, 
that none of her attendants were sure of a 
moment’s quiec, neither day nor night— 
She grew up, 1 am sorry to say, a very un- 
amiable person, ill-tempered, proud, stub¬ 
born, and, in short, unfit to make those 
around her happy or herself. Let every 
little girl, who has been taught self-control, 
and a due regard for the rights of others, 
thank heaven that she has had better in¬ 
struction than this poor little Queen of 
Sweden. 
At the age of nineteen, Christina was 
declared free to govern the kingdom by 
herself, without the aid of a regency. At 
this period of her life, she was a young wo¬ 
man of striking aspect, a good figure and 
intelligent face, but very strangely dressed. 
She wore a short habit of gray cloth, with 
a man’s vest over it, and a black scarf around 
her neck, but no jewels, nor ornaments of 
any kind. 
Yet, though Christina was so negligent 
of her appearance, there was something in 
her air and manner that proclaimed her as 
the ruler of a kingdom. Her eyes, it is 
said, had a very fierce and haughty look.— 
Old General Wrangel, who had often caused 
the enemies of Sweden to tremble in bat¬ 
tle, actually trembled himself, when he en¬ 
countered the eyes of the Queen. But it 
would have been better for Christina if she 
could have made people love her, by means 
of soft and gentle looks, instead of affright¬ 
ing them by such terrible glances. 
And now 1 have told you almost all that 
is amusing or instructive in the childhood 
of Christina. Only a few more words may 
be said about her; for it is neither pleasant 
nor profitable to think of many things that 
she did after she grew to be a woman. 
When she had worn the crown a few 
years, she began to consider it beneath her 
dignity to be called a queen, because the 
name implied that she belonged to the weak¬ 
er sex. She, therefore, caused herself to 
be proclaimed King, thus declaring to the 
world that she despised her own sex, and 
was desirous of being ranked among men. 
But in the twenty-eighth year of her age, 
Christina, grew tired of royalty, and re¬ 
solved to be neither a king or a queen any 
longer. She took the crown from her head 
with her own hands, and ceased to be the 
ruler of Sweden. The people did not great¬ 
ly regret her abdication; for she had gov¬ 
erned them ill, and had taken much of their 
property to supply her extravagance. 
Having thus given up her hereditary 
crown, Christina left Sweden and traveled 
over many of the countries of Europe.— 
Everywhere she was received with great 
ceremony, because she was the daughter of 
the renowned Gustavus, and had herself 
been a powerful queen. Perhaps you would 
like to know something about her personal 
appearance, in the latter part of her life. — 
She is described as wearing a man’s vest, 
a short gray petticoat, embroidered with 
gold and silver, and black wig which was 
thrust awry upon her head. She wore no 
gloves, and so seldom washed her hands 
that nobody could tell what had been their 
original color. In this strange dress, and, I 
suppose, without washing her hands or face, 
shb visited the magnificent court of Louis 
the Fourteenth. 
She died in 1689. None loved her while 
she lived, nor regretted her death, nor plant¬ 
ed a single flower upon her grave. Happy 
are the little girls of America, who are 
brought up quietly and tenderly, at the do¬ 
mestic hearth, and then become gentle and 
delicate women! May none of (hem ever 
lose the loveliness of their sex, by receiving 
such an education as that of Queen Christina. 
“ Attempt file end, and never stand to doubt; 
Nothing’s so hard, but Bearcb will find it out” 
GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA, 
I am composed of 31 letters. 
My 7, 19, 28, 4, 20,1, 10 is a county in Ohio. 
My 4, 3, 10, 11, 6, 25 is a town in France. 
My 15, 28, 5, 13 is a gulf west of Russia. 
My 4, 16, 24, 29 is a river in Egypt. 
My 8, 22, 18, 2, 26 is a town in Bolivia. 
My 16, 17, 3 is a town in Peru. 
My 30, 22, 26, 12 is a town in New York. 
My 9, 10, 28, 20, 31 is a town in Illinois. 
My 19, 23, 14, 15, 3,10, 5, 29 is a county in Indiana. 
My 24, 26, 21, 16, 25, 3 is a town in Kentucky. 
My 27, 26, 1, 25 is a county in New Hampshire. 
My whole is a society in Vermont. Carlos. 
[HP Answer next week. 
unfr (junior. 
AN “ANIMATING” EPIGRAM. 
The birds sing in the forest green, 
The bees hum in flic clover ; 
“ Oh what an animating scene,” 
Cries Annie to her lover. 
But Charlie gazed and sighed the more, 
As thus tiie case he stated;— 
“ When you are mine and not before, 
Shall I be Annie-mated.” j. h. b. 
1 know a tender maiden 
As gentle as the spring, 
As summer showers, or summer fiowere. 
Or any lovely thing. 
But yet this tender maiden 
Careth no more for me. 
Than ’mid the stars the pale moon cares 
For the poor love-sick sea. 
Then don’t bother her, if she don’t “ care 
anything for you!” Don’t go about whin¬ 
ing like a sick monkey. Look up somebody 
else who will care for you, if you are worth 
being cared for. P’raps you aint. 
VERY EXPLICIT. 
A Yankee riding up to a Dutchman, ex¬ 
claimed : 
“Well stranger for acquaintanae sake, 
what might be your name ?” 
“ Yy my name ish Hauns Hollenbeffen- 
effengraeffensteinerpurg.” 
“ Cape Cod! It’s as long as a pumpkin 
vine? Well, I hain’t no time to lose —I’m 
in a speculation. Tell me the way to Har¬ 
risburg.” 
“ To Harrisburg! Veil, you see dat road 
pon te hill ?” pointing the direction. 
“ Oh, yes, 1 see it” 
“ Yell, you must not take dat roat You 
see dat roat py te coal pank!” 
“ Yes.” 
“Veil dat ish not de roat too, put you 
must go right by te parn, and ven you see 
one road crooks jist so, (bending his elbow 
and describing it at the same time,) and ven 
you git dere keep along till you gets fudder. 
Veil den you vil turn de potato patch roun 
te pridge over te river up te stream and te 
hill up, and tirectly you see my podder 
Fritz’ parn, shinkled mit straw, tat’s te 
house mine podder lives. He’ll tell you so 
petter as I can. And you go on a little pit 
fudder, and see two roats—you must not 
take both ov vm ” 
Puppies. —The number of dogs in the 
United States is computed at three and a 
half millions, and that the expense to keep 
them is equal to that of keeping twenty 
millions of sheep, or two millions of cows. 
We think the cost of keeping the dogs is 
overstated—unless the writer intends to in¬ 
clude all the puppies , and that would make 
the estimate a good deal too small. The 
cur-rent cost of supporting these animals is 
immense, while the “ returns” are nothing 
but indolence, impudence and imperials. 
“ Dawkter, dawkter,” said an exquisite 
the other day, “I want you to tell me 
what I can get to put in my head to make 
it right.” 
“ It wants nothing but brains,” said the 
man of function. 
Funny Definitions. — (Not far from 
correct) — Parasol—A protection against 
the sun, used by ladies made of cotton and 
whalebone. 
Straps—An article worn under the boots 
of gentlemen made of calf skin. 
A dandy observed that he had put a 
plate of brass on his boots to keep him up¬ 
right “ Well balanced, by jing,” said an 
Irishman, “ brass at both ends.” 
HISTORICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 16 letters. 
My 1, 6, 10, 10, 14,13, 8 was a Macedonian general. 
My 2, 12, 13 was an American officer of the Revo¬ 
lution. 
My 5, 15, 9, 7, 4 was a heathen philosopher. 
My 2, 4, 11,14, 4, 11 was the residence of a distin¬ 
guished poet. 
My 8, 4, 10, 10 was one of the signers of the Dec¬ 
laration of Independence. 
My 16, 9, 7, 4, 11 was American Consul in Europe. 
My 6, 11, 14, 8, 3 was a British officer of the Revo¬ 
lution. 
My whole was a famous work of antiquity. 
O’ Answer next week. t. h. 
GRAMMATICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 12 letters. 
My 9, 5 is a conjunction. 
My 6,11 is a preposition. 
My 12, 2, 10 is a pronoun. 
My 1, 9 is a verb. 
My 12, 6, 7, 7 is a noun. 
My 8, 9, 3 is a participle. 
My 4, 6, 10 is a noun. 
My whole was a distinguished officer of the Mex¬ 
ican war. 
O” Answer next week. 
For the Rural New-Yorker. 
PROBLEM. 
A witty young gentleman living with a rich farm¬ 
er, fell in love with his daughter. On hearing of 
this he said to the young man that there were three 
gates between his house and his orchard, and that 
if he would go to the orchard, and get a number of 
apples and leave half ho had and half an apple over, 
at the first gate; and half he had left and half an 
apple over, at the second gate; and half he had 
left, and half an apple over, at the third gate, and 
bring one to him, without cutting an apple, he 
might have his daughter. I wish to know how 
many apples he left at each gate, and the number 
of apples. a. j. b. 
Qjp Answer next week. 
RIDDLE. 
I’m very handy at all work, 
Be it coarse or line ; 
Oft to industry lend an aid, 
And forward its design. 
By men and women both retained, 
1 grumble at no task ; 
Without a murmur toil all night, 
And no reward 1 ask. 
Though apt at everything I do, 
And following each rule, 
Y et at my mistress’ command 
I often go to school. 
(ET Answer next week. 
RIDDLE. 
Though I live in a study, 1 know not a letter; 
I feast on the muses, but am ne’er the better; 
Cun run over English, o’er Latin, o’er Greek, 
But none of the languages ever could Bpeak. 
Answer next week. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &C„ IN NO. 54. 
Ans. to Charade.— Candle-stick. 
Ans. to Enigma.—A pair op Skates. 
Ans. to Rebus.— Grate — Great. 
A Puzzle.—Unanswered. 
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