MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YOR EER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY JOURNAL. 
TEE SONG OF THE RAILROAD. 
BY C. T. WOLFE. 
TitRoucn the mould and through the clay, 
Through the corn and through the hay. 
By the margin of the lake, 
O’er the river, through the Drake, 
O’er the bleak and dreary moor, 
On we hie with screech and roar! 
Splashing, flashing 
Crashing, dashing! 
Over ridges, 
Gullies, bridges! 
By the bubbling rill. 
And mill— 
Highways, 
By-ways, 
Hollow-hill — 
Jumping—bumping, 
Hocking—roaring. 
Like 40,000 giants snoring! 
By the lonely hut and mansion. 
By the ocean’s wide expansion, 
Where the factory chimneys smoke, 
Where the foundry bellows croak— 
Dash along— 
Slash along— 
Crash along— 
Flash along,' 
On, on with a jump. 
And a bump, 
And a roll— 
Hies the fire-fiend to its destined goal! 
O’er the aqueduct and bog, 
On we fly with ceaseles jog, 
F.very instant something new, 
Every instant lost to view, 
Now a tavern—now a steeple— 
Now a crowd of gaping people— 
. Now a hollow—now a ridge— 
Now a cross-way—now a bridge— 
Grumble—stumble- 
Rumble—tumble— 
Fretting—getting in a stew! 
Church and steeple, gaping people— 
Quick as thought are lost to view! 
Everything that eye can survey 
Turns hurly-burly, topsy-turvy! 
Each passenger is thumped, and shaken. 
As physic is when to be taken. 
By the foundry, past the forge, 
Through the plain and mountain gorge, 
Where cathedral rears its head, 
Where repose the silent dead; 
Monuments amid the grass 
Flit like spectres as you pass; 
If to hail a friend inclined, 
Whish! whirl! ka-swash! he’s left behind! 
Rumble, tumble, all the day,—A 
Thus we pass the hours awajv 
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Book. 
.A DAY AT THE PARSONAGE. 
BY ELLEN ELLMORE. 
The frugal breakfast was over, and the 
wife and mother was composing her child¬ 
ren, and her still beautiful face, for the 
morning devotion, when a sharp ring was 
heard at the street door, and a coarse, rough 
looking man entered. 
“ Morning sir,” was the friendly saluta¬ 
tion; “I come to see if you’d go to Jim 
Crawford’s funeral—it’s this afternoon.” 
“ Where did he live, sir?” civilly inquir¬ 
ed the clergyman; “I think I have not 
known such a person.” 
“ Likely—for he never went to meetin’; 
he lived out to the Gore; its better than 
two miles. But ’ll ye come to the funeral, 
at two o’clock ?” 
“ Yes, I will try to be there in time,” 
answered Mr. Morris. 
“My dear,” said the wife looking anxi¬ 
ously at her husband, “you ought not to 
go so far this chilly day, with your cold; 
and you must not think of walking.” 
“ 1 must go, Mary, and I fear I must 
walk, for I dare not look my bill at the liv¬ 
ery stable in the face. But, my children, 
we will be quiet now; and Clara, dear, you 
may read.” 
Scarcely had the last petition of the good 
man died away, before another ring of the 
door bell startled the little llock, and a 
green shawl and orange scarf made their 
appearance, simultaneously with their own¬ 
er, Miss Crump, who was a thin, sharp vis- 
aged person, with keen black eyes, which 
seemed always to know if a cap or collar 
were put on the least awry; and every body 
knew that the thinnest fabric or the shyest 
spider, never escaped her vigilance. 
Miss Crump was accompanied by her 
friend, Mrs. Drake, who had such a severe, 
self-righteous expression in her face, that I 
always felt in her presence, in spite of her 
better judgment, that Mrs. D. was sitting 
near a very unworthy person. Her eyes 
seemed at the time to be saying, “ I must 
and will do my duty, however painful it 
may be;” and for that matter her lips never 
quarrelled with their neighbors. 
Poor Miss Morris looked anxiously at the 
undusted chairs and tables; Miss Crump 
looked with her two twinkling eyes at Mrs. 
Morris, and at the same time appeared to be 
scanning every piece of furniture in the 
room. 
Mrs. Drake looked with awful gravity at 
her victim for some time, and then she 
opened those solemn lips, and said she had 
called that morning on very important busi¬ 
ness. She was sorry, but her duty how¬ 
ever painful, must be performed. She tho’t 
it was proper that Mr. Morris should be 
present, as it concerned him vitally. 
Mr. Morris, who had gone to his study, 
was summoned from his unfinished page, 
to attend the vitally important matter. 
Mrs. Drake looked at Miss Crump, and 
Miss Crump twinkled at Mrs. Drake, and 
that lady commenced: 
“ I regret extremely that I am called 
here on such an unpleasant errand; but you 
know, my dear friends, that my duty, how¬ 
ever painful, must be performed; and as 
this is a matter which affects the church 
deeply, I feel that it would be wrong in me 
to keep silent longer.” 
Miss Crump’s eyes twinkled now, till 
they seemed like two tiny sparks of fire.— 
Mrs. Drake’s severity increased, and she 
proceeded: 
“ It is reported, Mr. and Mrs. Morris, in 
this village, that you keep in your house a 
pack of cards, and that you both are in the 
habit of spending whole evenings, with 
your children, in playing cards. This is 
'practicing very different from what you 
preach, Mr. Morris, and the influence upon 
our young people will be most awful” 
“ Mrs. Drake,” said Mr. Morris, “ I am 
surprised that one knowing me should have 
believed that story for one moment. Will 
you tell me who your informer was ?” 
“ Why” said Mrs. Drake, (looking very 
much “I am more holy than thou,”) “I 
am not at liberty to give names; but,in the 
first place, a young lady went into your 
parlor in the evening, and saw you all seat¬ 
ed about the centre table, playing cards.— 
She said they were very hastily put into the 
drawer. Since that time people have 
watched a little, and have seen you all doing 
the same thing repeatedly.” 
“Have watched me!” asked Mr. Morris, 
“ how ?” 
“ Why, through the window when the 
curtains were drawn aside.” 
A flash of indignation shot across Mr. 
Morris’ face; but"he was a minister, and 
down into his heart, went the burning 
thoughts; they must not pass his lips, altho’ 
such impude'nce deserves reproof. 
Mrs. Morris’ hitherto distressed face broke 
into a smile most sarcastic, as she walked 
quickly to the drawer of the sinning centre 
table, and took from thence a bundle of 
cards, each one bearing a set of questions 
and answers. 
“ Here they are,” said she, giving them 
to the ladies; “our children call them the 
Geography Cards; and we do, often, ask 
and answer the questions, in order that we 
may amuse and instruct them at the same 
time.” 
Miss Crump gave two or three very short 
sharp coughs, and rose to say good morning. 
Mrs. Drake, looked as if she were the 
most persecuted of human beings, also rose 
and said she felt it her duty to pay some 
visits in Silver street, before dinner. 
The pastor went with a worn look to his 
sermon, to take up the thread of thought 
which had been so rudely broken; and the 
wife went with a long sigh to the baby she 
had neglected for the morning call. She 
had scarcely soothed it into slumber, before 
she was summoned to the parlor to meet 
Miss Dutton. 
That lady looked at Mrs. Morris with her 
little, faded out, blue eyes, holding up at 
the same time a large green bag, dropsical 
with a great amount of knitting work and 
ball. 
“ Well, Mrs. Morris, I have come to spend 
a part of the day with you, quite in a fam¬ 
ily way; now don’t put yourself out at all.” 
Then, taking off her bonnet and shawl, 
she settled herself in the best chair, drag¬ 
ged the knitting forth from the green bag, 
and began to knit and rock; unwinding, at 
the same time, with her sharp tongue, all 
the news she had gathered since her last 
visit. She told Mrs. Morris that she dined, 
the day before, at Dr. Hall’s and they had 
nothing on the table she could eat; she never 
could bear a boiled dinner; she did like 
something that relished. 
Poor Mrs. Morris began to think of the 
resources of her larder, and fled to the 
kitchen to consult with her maid of all work 
as to dinner prospects. 
“ Biddy, you may get both the steak and 
salmon for dinner.” 
“ But you’ll be wanting the fish to-mor¬ 
row, ma’am,” said Biddy, startled at this 
unusual prodigality. 
“ I know it, but we must do without it; 
Miss Dutton is here to-day; we must try to 
please her.” 
The dinner, which was also relished 
by an “ agent for the amelioration of the 
condition of the Jews,” being over, Miss 
Dutton began to think of some neighbor she 
might gossip with over a dish of tea, and 
soon took her leave, much to Mrs. Morris’ 
comfort 
One hour of quiet the tired mother found 
in her nursery. At the expiration of that 
time, a very fat, warm looking woman, with 
a butterfly daughter on her arm, bustled 
into the parlor, and Mrs. Morris left her 
children, with a sigh, to have a session with 
Mrs. Horton and her daughter Mary. 
Mrs. II. the elder, breathed very hard, 
and wiped her face as if the weather was 
exceedingly hot. 
. “ Mrs. Morris,” cried she, with her shrill 
piping voice, “a.few of us ladies have for 
some time been thinking that we would 
make you a present. I mean those ladies 
that’s friendly to you. My daughter Mary 
and myself started the thing at one of the 
deacon’s meetings. We have heard that 
you were going to get a new black silk dress. 
I have spent the whole of two days in go¬ 
ing about with a subscription paper, and 
have at last got about money enough to buy 
a pretty good one; my daughter and my¬ 
self headed the subscription with one dollar. 
Mrs. Morris began to murmur thanks for 
the intended kindness, and said she had 
needed such a dress for some time. 
“ Biit,” said Mrs. Horton, “ we have 
heard that you intended cutting up your 
old one for your Susan; and we don’t think 
it would be the most economical plan; de¬ 
laines and calicoes are good enough for my 
children to wear when they are young, and 
we ladies have consulted about it, and 
think you had better keep the old one to 
save the new. In that case we will get you 
a dress and a good one; for I don’t think 
Susan is old enough to take care of a silk 
dress.” 
“ I cannot promise, Mrs. Horton,” said 
Mrs. Morris, a rosy hue tinging her cheek, 
“to be governed altogether by the ladies, 
in regulating the wardrobe of my children. 
I ought to be the best judge of their wants. 
“ Very well, Mrs. Morris;” and the fat 
lady began to grow warm in the face; “very 
well, if you don’t choose to accept a dress 
from us, we will not make any farther effort 
We have had minister’s families here who 
had some gratitude, and were willing to be 
advised. Mary, my daughter, shall we go ?” 
Poor Mrs. Morris began to be frightened 
at the amount of spirit she had manifested, 
and she now attempted something in the 
way of apology. 
“The ladies are very kind to think of me; 
I assure you, madam, 1 am very grateful 
for-, 
“Mrs. Morris,” interrupted the indig¬ 
nant lady, “you seem to know best. I am 
very happy that you can be so independent. 
Mary, my daughter, come—good morning, 
Mrs. Morris.” 
Oh, with what a longing for the wings of 
a dove did Mis. Morris go to her neglected 
nursery; her husband had just returned 
from his long walk, and pale and exhausted, 
had thrown himself on the lounge. -“He 
is wearing his life away,” thought she, “and 
we are both neglecting our children, and 
yet we are called ungrateful, and spies are 
placed about our house; our home is no 
home; it belongs to the parish—ourselves 
belong to the parish; and yet they abuse 
their own property; we try to do good, and 
do right, but people are constantly finding- 
fault.” 
Mrs. Morris’ meditations were soon inter¬ 
rupted by the entrance of a young girl. 
“ Mrs. Morris, mother wants to know if 
you will let her have some green tea, she 
ain’t got none, and Miss Dutton’s to our 
house at tea, and she can’t drink black.” 
A visit from some one of the borrowing 
family was a daily occurrence. Coffee, tea, 
suo;ar, flour, ginger, all articles used in 
house-keeping, went in a small blue teacup 
or a large tin pail, from the parsonage to 
this family many times in a week; but 
nothing of the kind ever travelled back.— 
Why, the minister had seven hundred dol¬ 
lars a year! 
“ So, Abby, Miss Dutton is visiting your 
mother this evening; 1 thought she was go¬ 
ing to Mrs. Cutler’s.” 
“ Well, I guess she was, and they want 
to home; she said she was here to dinner, 
and she had a real nice one; but she said 
she didn’t think you could live on the sal¬ 
ary, you was so extravagant; you had two 
sorts of meat and real rich pies. Mother 
wants to know, too, if you’ll let her have 
some meal for hot cakes in the morning; 
Sammy ’ll bring over a pail. 
“ Is it not cruel, dear husband,” said 
Mrs. Morris, “when I tried to please Miss 
Dutton? I knew she was such a fault 
finder; let us do as Our circumstances will 
allow—let us act from the kindest motives 
—let us deny ourselves to gratify others, 
and we are blamed; must we always be 
watched and wearied in our own home ?” 
“ Mary, dear*” said the husband, “ we 
will try to do right, if we are blamed; we 
will try to please our Heavenly Father.— 
You must have a bold heart, Mary, where 
right is concerned, and not suffer to make 
you miserable. Look beyond, dearest; there 
lies the charm which will drive away all 
evil ” 
There was a timid rap at the nursery 
door, and a moment after, a pale little girl, 
very poorly clad, entered the room. 
Mrs. Morris looked at her with surprise, 
for she was the daughter of a man who 
seemed lost to all virtue, by that worst of 
vices, intemperance. “Your mother sent 
(hem ?” said she. 
“Yes, ma’am; father caught them this 
morning—he wanted mother to send them 
here.” 4 
“Have you ever seen such beautiful trout 
husband? Your mother is very kind, 
Grace, ar.d I thank you my dear, for bring¬ 
ing them to me; sit down and rest yourself; 
you are tired.” 
“ I cannot stay,” said the pale girl, “ my 
mother will need me soon. May I speak to 
Mr. Morris?” 
“ Oh, yes,” said the pastor, rising from 
(he lounge and coming towards her, “ say 
anything you wish my child; have no fear;” 
and he laid his hand kindly on her head, 
from which the faded shawl had fallen. 
The bosom of the young girl heaved, 
and her lips quivered with agitation. “Oh, 
sir, will you please come over and talk with 
my father? he is very bad.” 
“ Is he ill, Grace ?” 
“He is in distress, sir; he says he has 
been so wicked, and mother thinks you can 
do him good. He has not drank any bran¬ 
dy (Grace continued, in a low voice,) since 
you talked with him two weeks ago; he 
says you wen; so kind to him. Oh, Mr. Mor¬ 
ris, we all thank you so much; no one has' 
seemed to care for father but you, and if 
you would just go over and talk with him 
now.” 
“ Yes, Grace, I will go with you now—I 
am very glad to go.” 
He took her hand, and she with a full 
heart beating like the surging sea, led the 
faithful friend to her humble home. 
“ Now, Mary,” said our beloved pastor, 
as he returned at a late hour, from the 
brightening home of the young Grace and 
her penitent father, “ would you not suffer 
many such days of trial and annoyance, as 
this has been to you, for one such reforma¬ 
tion ?” 
The wife covered her face and turned 
her eyes, swollen with weeping, upon her 
husband. 
He was answered. The unspoken grat¬ 
itude of that pale, suffering child, had touch¬ 
ed a chord in her heart which had never 
vibrated to the rude grasp of coarser natures. 
Rochester 
0 } .. ? ^ SEED STORE 
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AND 
Agricultural 
■ACq & 
* Removed from 
A Front Street 
TO NO. 
20 BUFFALO 
pf ./ STREET, 
Wf% o. t’OSITE THE 
'Mf ARCADE. 
My SI ADS & FARM- 
Q>7 ING TOOLS OF 
7 EVERY 
D SCRIPTION ! 
J P FOGG & BROTHER. 
EARLY PEAS. 
W E have just received from London, a few varieties of 
the best English Peas. Among t' cm are Queen of 
the Dwarf, Champion of England, improved Blue Impe¬ 
rial, Early Kent, Prince Albert, Bishop s Dwarf, Dwarf 
Sugar, (edible pods,) Early Warwick, Early Frame, Early 
June, Marrowfats, &c. J P FOGG & BRO., 
Opposite the Arc ,le, Buffalo st. 
EAGLE PLOWS- 
TATE are now receiving iso Premia Massachusetts 
V V Fagle Plows, which we offer 25 per cent, less than 
ever before sold in Rochester. Farmers are invited to call 
and examine them. We have a plow-room SO by 60 feet, 
expressly for exhibiting Plows and Cultivators. 
J P FOGG & BROTHER, 
Opposite the Arcade, Buffalo st. 
FSOICSS 7 ! PiJWPItS AN® THRESHERS. 
ryiilE subscribers are sole agents for Rochester and vi- 
J cinity, for Emery’s Improved Railroad IIohse 
Powers, a constant supply of which will be kept at the 
Rochester freed Store, opposite the Arcade. 
J # P F( GG & BRO. 
C02SN SHELLEKS 
A N entirely new article, price £-3, just re-cived and for 
for sale by J P FOGG &. e ROTHER, 
MarchS. No. 9, Bullalo-st. 
Also for sale by .1. RAPALJE & CO., Go B ullalo st. 
aaa, SEED CORN. 
| | lid Am it A VDl-W PYA* A v ^RY choice lot of Early Dutton eight-rewed, 
Ullv .! II i I LU A * A White Flint, and other varieties, tor sale in the ear, 
/. by J. P. FOGG & BROTHER, 
IFS AND OPINIONS. 
If a man would be dry, let him drink, drink, drink; 
If a man would be wise, he must think, think, think; 
If a man, would he rich, he must work, work, work; 
And if he would be fat, eat pork, pork, pork: 
Butif 
A man with ease would study, he must eat, eat, cat, 
But little at his dinner of his meat, meat, meat; 
A youth to he distinguished in his art, art, art, 
Must keep the girls away from his heart, heart, heart. 
Everybody, every “old inhabitant,” will 
remember the man who rushed on horse¬ 
back into the town of Hartford, (Conn.,) 
when the “Oliver Ellsworth” steamer burst 
her boiler, exclaiming at the top of his voice 
“ The Eliver O/fsworth has bdled her bu's- 
ter!—the Eliver Ollsvjorlh has bi'lcd her 
bu'ster!” Something not unlike this was 
a hurried inquiry we once heard made in 
the city for the office of “ Dr. Ocular, the 
Wheelist!” — Knickerbocker. 
The late Rev. Daniel Isaac w r as both a 
great wag and a great smoker. “ Ha! there 
you are,” cried a lady who surprised him, 
one day, with a pipe in his mouth, “at your 
idol again!” “Yes, madam,” replied he, 
coolly, “ burning it!” 
We clip the following from an Illinois 
paper:—“For sale at the Red Store, two 
hundred pounds ot honey. Like the qual¬ 
ity of mercy, it is not strained.” 
“ Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt; 
Nothing’s so hard, but search will find it out.” 
For the Rural New-Yorker. 
BIBLICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 54 letters. 
My 1, 7, 44, 39 10, 14 is a word found in the 23d 
verse, 15th chapter of Proverbs. 
My 5, II, 6, 43, 37, 47, 53 is a word found in the 
16th verse, same chapter. 
My 41, -(,6, 52, 18, 12, 34, 3, 13, 8 is a word found 
in the 6th verso, same chapter. 
My 20, 33j 45, 27, 36, J3, 26 is a word found in the 
22d verse, same chapter. 
My 31, 24, 46, (6, 35, 40, 48, 38 is a word found in 
the 10th verse, same chapter. 
My 32, 53, 49, 3, 54, 30 is a word found in the 30th 
verse, same chapter. 
My 47, 10, 35, 16, 51, 29, 34, 2 is a word found in 
the 6th verse, same chapter. 
My 4, 21, 17, 27, 53, 24 is a word found in the 20th 
verse, same chapter. 
My 23, 25, 22 is a word found in the 24th verse, 
same chapter. 
My 9, 33, 42, 40, 20 is a w-ord for nd in the 25th 
verse, same chapter. 
My 50, 15, 42 is a word found in the 17th verse, 
same chapter. 
My 28, 22 is a word found in the 23d verse, same 
chapter. 
My 19, 41, 16 is a word found in the 3d verse, same 
chapter. 
My whole is a wise saying, and may bo found in 
the 15th chapter of Proverbs. l. t. d. 
Palmyra, N. Y., 1851. 
O’ Answer i)ext week. 
For the Rural Neiv-Yorker. 
ARITHMETICAL FROBLEM. 
ppose a pole 90 feet high, to stand on a hori¬ 
zontal plane; at what height must it bo cutoff so 
that the top may fall touching the ground 30 feet 
from the bottom, and the other end of the part cut 
off may rest on the stump or upright part? 
Palmyra, N. Y., 1851. h. r. d. 
O’ Answer next week. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &c., IN NO. 63. 
Answerto Enigma.— Webster’s Dictionary or 
the English Language. 
Answer to Riddle.— Sorrow. 
at the Seed Store of 
April, 1851. 
J. 1*. FOGG & BRO., 
opposite the Arcade Buffalo st. 
J I’ FOGG & BRO. 
by .1. P. FOGG & BROTHER, 
April, 1851. [OGtl'J Roche .er Seed Store. 
BIRD CAGES. 
A COMPLETE assortment of Bird Founts, Wicker 
Nests, and Bird Seeds, of every kind, may be found 
OSAGE ORANGE, 
I T OR Hedges, price #1 per quart, just received at the 
Rochester Seed Store, No. ‘29 Bufialo street. 
April, 1851. J P FOGG &. BRO. 
ENGLISH LAWN Git ASS. 
W TIITE CLOVER, Rye Grass. Red-lop and other 
kinds of Grass and Glover Seeds, suitable for door 
yards and lawns. For sale at the Rochester ced Store, 
opposite the Arcade. J P FOGG A BRO. 
CLOVER AND TIMOTHY SEED. 
9 f| A BUSHELS Clover; *250 bushels Timothy, war- 
OUU ranted free from Foul seeds. For sale at the 
Rochester Seed Store, No. 29 Bufialo street, by 
April, 1851. J p FOGG & BRO. 
SPUING WHEAT. 
I TALIAN and Black Sea Spring Wheat for seed, at the 
Rochester Seed Store, opposite the Arcade 
April, 1851. J P FOGG & BRO. 
p ARDEN AND FLOWER SEEDS of every dcscrip- 
v J lion for sale at Rochester Seed Store, at 50 cents per 
dozen papers. • J P FOGG & BROTHER, 
Opposite the Arcade, Bufialo st. 
S EED DRILLS.—Emery’s Imptovcd Seed Diills, the 
best in use, tor sale by J P FOGG & BRO. 
Rochester Stereotype Foundry. 
T I1E undersigned would respectfully inform the punlic— 
and especially hook and periodical publishers, -udiors, 
&c.—that he has established a Stereotype Foundry in 
Rochester. His establishment is furnished with every fa¬ 
cility for Stereotyping, in the best manner. Books, Famph- 
lets, Periodicals, Cuts of all kinds, (including figures of 
animals, implements, etc.) Patent Medicine Advertise¬ 
ments, &c., &c. Plates blocked in a superior style, on 
mahogany. All work executed with promptness^' n.l on 
reasonable terms, and equal in style and finish to that done 
at any other Foundry in the country. 
An establishment of this kind has long been a des dera- 
tuin in ibis city, and now that one is in operation, it is 
hoped a liberal share of patronage will be awarded-o the 
enterprise. 
Foundry in Talman Block, Bufialo street. All or¬ 
ders from a distance may be addressed to 
• J. V.\ BROWN, 
March, 1851. Rochester, N. Y. 
N. B. Old type taken in exchange for work. (03-tf ] 
ESGADEE & EI£®T£SEI£>S 
Buffalo Stereotype Foundry, 
No. 6 West Seneca Street. 
nPIIIS New Establishment is furnished .with every fat il i- 
X ty for Stereotyping all kinds of work, such as Books , 
Pamphlets, Periodicals, Patent Medicine Advertisements , 
Borders, Embossed Plates, Sec., &c., with promptness, and 
on the most reasonable terms. 
Also, casts taken from Engravings on wood, copper, steel 
brass, or stone, and mounted in a superior manner on ma¬ 
hogany or type metal. 
Our Foundry is furnished from one of the largest Eastei u 
establishments, and we are enabled to produce a greater 
amount of work in the same time than any establishment 
west of New York. We also have the advantageof an ap¬ 
paratus which renders it practicable to till orders for cuts 
and small jobs in one or two hours. 
Possessing a perfect knowledge of the business, in all its 
various branches, witli over 12 years’ experience, we feel 
confident in asserting that our work will be equal to that oi 
any establishment in the Union. 
All orders audressed to BEADLE & BROTHER. 
Buffalo, N. Y. 
N. B.—Stereotype blocks furnished to order. Old Type 
taken in exchange for work. E. F. BEADLE. 
[M)-lf]. 1. P. BEADLE. 
JA PANNED WA RE. 
A LARGE lot of Japanned Ware jusi received r,nd for 
sale, wholesale and retail by J. E. CHENEY, 
[5(i-tf. | No. 24 Exchange Street. 
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