MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTU UAL AND FAMILY JOURNAL. 
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THE GOOD GREAT MAN. 
How seldom, friend, a good great man inherits 
Honor and wealth, with all his worth and pains! 
It seems a story from the world of spirits 
When any man obtains that which lie merits. 
Or any merits that which he obtains. 
For shame, my friend, renounce this idle strain! 
Wh.'.t would’st thou have a good great man obtain? 
Wealth, title, dignity, a golden chain, 
Or heap of corses which his sword hath slain? 
Goodness and greatness are not means, but ends. 
Hath he not always treasures, always friends, 
Hath he not always treasures, always friends. His voice greets me as I come from labor, 
The good great man ? Three treasures—love, and light, u: • 1 , ■ 
. , „ , ,. . , „ , ’ b ’ and his arms encircle my neck in a sweet 
And calm thoughts, equable as infant’s breath; , . . . . J 
And three fast friends, more sure than day or night— Cm 01 HCe, <llld Ills cheek 1 epOSCS against mine 
Himself, his Maker, and the Angel Death. in the fullness of cliildish love, and then I 
And three fast friends, more sure than day or night— 
Himself, his Maker, and the Angel Death. 
CHOICE OR A WIFE. 
Enough of beauty to secure affection. 
Enough of sprightliness to cure dejection, 
Of modest diffidence to claim protection, 
A docile mind, subservient to correction, 
Yet stored with sense, with reason, and reflection, 
And every passion held in due subjection— 
Just faults enough io keep her from perfection; 
Wiicn such l find, I’ll make her my election. 
MY LITTLE BOY. 
pie’s having a sweet tooth, but I verily be- BURNING OF A CANE-BRAKE. 
lieve the whole of my boy’s—he has four - 
—are all sweet. De Bow’s Southern Review for April, 
My boy is all exacting in his demands— notices a pamphlet, by A. F. Olmsted, A. 
demands sure enough, as imperious as those ^ » illustrated by an engraving, showing the 
of a prince; and his brow frowns and his lit- extraordinary variety of whirlwinds occa- 
tle voice rings again, if his demands are not sionecl by the burning of a cane-brake in 
complied with—principally confined, liovv- North Alabama. I he flames and smoke 
ever, to the matter of victuals. ascend after a most singular manner, and 
My boy is everything that is affectionate; 8'\ ve , rise , to some curious investigations, 
a laugh and a kiss his mortiin.tr and evening . 1,0 . we have not space to follow with the 
sacrifice, and his bright eyes and rosy cheeks ingenious author. J lorn this work the Re¬ 
glowing in the sunlight of a happy heart. vlevv extracts a description of the cane- 
His voice greets me as I come from labor, : 
and his arms encircle my neck in a sweet ^ *6 can(S> as ls we “ Kn o\\n, belongs to 
embrace, ancf.his cheek reposes against mine 0!( ier of glasses, (Gramineal, family 
in the fullness of cliildish love, and then I Avenaceae.) It grows to a height of 35 or 
feel that my little bov is better than every- ^ though but an inch or two in di¬ 
body’s, and I can’t be made to believe at am eteratthe base, and has a round, hollow 
such times but what everybody must think s ^ em > "ith knots every 12 or 15 inches, 
so. In short, as Mr. Micawber might say, 4* *! ie ^°P ^ leie * s a head of foliage, bush- 
my boy is a trump card in my domestic * n a PP earance > ma( ^ e U P l° n g linear 
pack.— Carpet Bag. leaves. The canes are met with on the 
- town, who owns something like a square 
Perhaps he is in no wise different from of houses and has a cool hundred thous- 
everybody’s little boy—I dare say he is no and in the funds —“Pray tell me what is a 
taller, or heavier, than ten thousand other Miser?” 
pack.— Carpet Bag. leaves. The canes are met with on the 
_ _ . _ _ _banks of all the rivers in the extreme 
THE MISER WHO HAD A HEART. Southern and South-western States, partic- 
- ularly in the States of Alabama, Mississippi, 
“Uncle,” said a sweet looking little girl Louisiana and Texas. The rapidity of their 
the other day to a bluff’ old skinflint up growth is wonderful. 
> b°) s who have had existence, and been the “A mi-er, eh!—why, what put such a full grown canes in an incredibly short pe- 
; idol ^ of doting papas, and mammas, and silly question as that in your head, child ?” riod. They form dense thickets, the stems 
| maiden aunts. He is not an original boy “ 0, nothing in particular, uncle—only I often standing but an inch or two apart, al- 
in a single particular—I don’t claim him as heard Mr. Goodyear say as he went out though rising 35 or 40 feet. They thus 
; su °b he eats very much the same food, as the other day, when you refused to help constitute a barrier impenetrable by man 
other young gentlemen of his age, sleeps build the new church, that he was afraid and large animals, and consequently become 
the same, and makes up the same outrage- you was getting to be a miser—that’s all, a refuge for all kinds of small animals.— 
ous faces at castor oil. .1 don’t care if he uncle.” Through the thickets there are occasional 
isn’t different. but every parent has a “Poh, poh, —go along to your lessons, passages due to streamlets or some varia- 
right, in fact he is bound, to think his boy Rosa.” tionofsoil. There are occasional large trees 
better than everybody’s boy by a law ofna- The old man was touched—he loved his here and there in a cane-brake, which prob- 
ture that knows no contravening—will ad- blooming little niece, and notwithstanding ably started before the cane covered the 
mit of none. If everybody sees in the pic- her pertness, the thought of her dependence land ; but almost all other vegetation is ex- 
ture I draw of my boy a sketch of his own, upon him, and of the poverty of her widow- eluded. In clearing such land only a few 
let him remember it is my boy still, and not ed mother, struck a chord that for once vi- simple tools are employed—as a carpenter’s 
flatter himself that he has a prodigy that brated to his heart He was confused, and adze, or an axe, or a heavy kind of hoe, 
knows no equal. his countenance exhibited tokens of the called a ‘cane-hoe’—and a single blow is 
My hoy has the glory of more than a scarlet fever. He bustled about after his sufficient to divide the stalk. The laborer 
year of months to brag of, three of which hat and cane, and hurried off down town at grasps the cane with one hand, and, as he 
he has devoted to taking his steps in the an hour earlier than usual cuts it, throws it behind him, and passes on. 
initiatory of locomotion, and excels in little “ Why, Rosa, my child, what have you In this way an acre of land is soon cleared, 
manoeuvres in engineering of his own adop- been saying to your uncle? He’s offend- To prepare it for the plow it is only neces- 
tion, steering warily among chairs and ta- ed at something or other you have said or sary to fire the cane; as the roots are, for 
hies; and though frequently broaching to done.” the most part, near the surface, they are 
and foundering under a press of eagerness “ No, no, mother—I only asked him what consumed at the same time, and the land 
in circumnavigating the kitchen, he invari- a miser was — and he told me to go along is then ready for immediate tillage. From 
ably comes up all right, and forgets minor to my lessons, that’s all.” the ease with which it is cleared? and from 
auversities in the grand triumph. The timid and the heart-shrinking mother the fertility of the soil, (which may be ac- 
My boy is a living proof of the great truth sobbed outright at what she thought the curately determined by the size of the canes) 
of gravitation, as,when unlucky Circumstance kital imprudence of her child. She knew cane-land is preferred above all others in 
kicks him out of bed or throws him from a the hasty temper of her relative, and the the region. 
chair, he invariably strikes the floor; and thought of her own dependence and that The canes lie for a month or six weeks 
my boy lias had knocks enough on his head °f little Rosa upon him, quite overwhelmed to dry, and then are gathered into heaps 
to realize a faith with regard to his pro- her. She well knew his sordid passion, and and set on fire in several places at once.— 
fundity equal to that of Capt. Cuttle in the had observed with anxiety how rapidly it As soon as the burning begins, the air that 
renowned Bunsby, for the same reason. was absorbing his better feeling, as age is confined in the hollow jointed stalks, and 
My boy understands the moral of a whip crt! P t silently upon him. also the watery vapor expand and burst the 
—thus young will he wield the rod in ter- “ ra . v )’ ou are thoughtless, and canes asunder with a loud report. These 
ror over the" back of shrinking sisterhood, ^ ou liave ’ 1 fear > g' reatl y offended your un- explosions occurring from a vast number of 
nor, even spare maturity in his “experi- c ^ e- He may turn us out of doors—and canes at the same time, produce a continu- 
mental philosophy.” what then would become of us?” ed roar like the discharge of musketry from 
My boy knows very well how to manage Never fear,” said the lively little girl, an immense army, while the flames roll on 
it when the slop pail is within reach, and “ 1 H at him, I’ll hug and kiss him, until he wit h great rapidity. No other sound be- 
nothing pleases him more than a plentiful forgives me and tells me what a miser is. sides this continued roaring is heard in the 
ablution in soap-suds or greasy dish-water. He’ll never turn us out, mother—never— progress of the fire. This scene, therefore, 
My boy delights in experimenting in by- he cannot be so naughty an uncle as that.” differs widely from fires of brush and tim- 
draulics—now essaying to ad minister hydro- Sometime before the usual dinner hour, ^ er > such as those described in the 36th 
pathy by the dipper full to a healthy floor, the old gentleman came along, stepped into v °i ume of th . e ‘Journal of Science,’ which 
now sousing stockings into the water bucket, the parlor, lugging a large bundle under his P r °duced whirlwinds, accompanied by tbun- 
and now putting the hair brush into the arm. Little Rosa flew to his side, anxiously (Ien ” __ 
watching her uncle’s countenance, which she BORES 
My boy fills his father’s boots with incon- instantly perceived to lighten up with a -* 
gruities that do not belong there, and looks smile of benevolence, but she did not say a A very vexatious and afflictive class of 
on gravely as the load is shaken out, won- word. people are bores. The trouble is. there is 
It is reported that young plants some¬ 
times increase ten inches in length in a sin¬ 
gle night, and a large tract of land in a fa¬ 
vorable situation will become covered with 
rhat then would become of us?” ed roar like the discharge of musketry from 
Never fear,” said the lively little girl, an immense army, while the flames roll on 
I'll at him, I’ll hug and kiss him, until he w 'th great rapidity. No other sound be- 
A very vexatious and afflictive class of 
people are bores. The trouble is, there is 
dering, apparently, why his father don’t let “ Rosa, my dear,” said the old man after no dodging’em. One may protect his house 
it stay. he had carefully opened his bundle and dis- against burglars, his purse against pick- 
My boy watches his chance to pull a dish, played its rich contents upon the table,— pockets, his ship against fire, or the fury of 
My boy watches his chance to pull a dish, played its rich contents upon the table, 
or a cup, or a saucer no matter which— “Rosa, where’s your mother?” the waves, but how shall a man protect him- 
from the table, he seems to have an an- “There,” continued the old man, when se ^ against bores? Their kinds are vari- 
tipathy against crockery, and visions of sun- the lady and little Rosa appeared, “there is ous > hut they a re all intolerable alike—ex¬ 
derod pairs remind his father daily of the a present for you, sister; and you, you little ce pt on ly the ill-natured bore, whom you 
havoc htMias made in the once respectable hussy, there’s ore for you, but remember, are all allowed to dismiss without ceremony. 
“ servicg’ —here a white and there a blue, Rosa, never believe any one who says your He puts you out of temper, and you put 
some cracked, noseless, handleless stare uncle's a miser.” him out—of doors. The author of the 
him in the face. . Rosa sprang into his arms, and the old “ Fable for Critics” has attempted to classify 
My boy despises all conventional rules, man wept in the overflowing of his emotion, them. He says:— 
and un heeds the season that would limit From that hour he has been a happier man. “ i divide bores, myself, in the manner of rifles, 
will; republicanism speaks through every The innocent prattle of the little Rosa had 1,lt0 SI “ 00lh bores amt screw-bores, regardless of title#.” 
act —independence in every look freedom kindled the spark of benevolence in his The former class is certainly much the 
in every motion. bosom. He found out that he had a worst. Your good-natured, pod-auger bore 
My boy is very decidedly partial to an heart. is tedious and excruciating beyond all hu- 
ash-hole; it is a spot by him, of all others, --- - - man endurance. You tell him you are 
to be craved—he glories in an ash-hole; The Truth of Beauty. —There is noth- “terribly busy”—and he “excuses” you— 
there ward his mchnation ever points. David i„ g beautiful that is not true. There is but he don’t go! You are “sorry to neg- 
ot old, in his utmost woe, couldn’t have gone nothing true that is not beautiful. It was ^ ect him”—and he takes this hint kindly — 
cleeper into the ashes. A stove-pan is a j i n searching for beauty that truth was dis- hut he don’t take his leave! You assure 
them. He says:— 
“ I divide bores, myself, in the manner of rifles, 
into smooih bores and screw-bores, regardless of titles.” 
The former class is certainly much the 
worst. Your good-natured, pod-auger bore 
is tedious and excruciating beyond all hu¬ 
man endurance. You tell him you are 
! V ’, , r s lun . in nearln g “ s lose themselves; whilst millions are delu- minutes on pretence of business abroad — 
crunch beneath the feet of his mother, and i ded by the specious falsehoods met with on an d he awaits your return! If his cap were 
un, too, in filling his mouth with the frag- the way, and overwritten— “ This is the percussion, you might strike him over the 
ments. 1 have thought, from my boy’s truth, and he who doubts is doomed”_ 
predisposition to pick up gravel, that he re- But he who would reach the temple round 
quired it to aid m digestion. which this •wildering maze of thorns and 
My boy rejoices in a dirty face No Mo- briars is planted, must overleap these arti- 
head and he would'nt go off! 
The motives and purposes of authors are 
not always so pure and high, as in the en- 
1 • r • .1 *1 r • . 1 , . . r -v.oin.uu mu- null tuway» uuic miu. ill&ru, HS III Hie en- 
feJ J.1 : P , ?i War P K ’ C0, ;' d ! fcnces - «• hew his way right onward, thusiasm of youth we sometimes imagine, 
an annli ^ 1C01 i ^ ^ un c r i instinct led, having an unwavering confi- To many the trumpet of fame is nothingbut 
• k P ™, d 1 molass , cs -“ r tm.Vfh'ng— I deuce in God and his own soul. God is a tin horn to call them home, like laborers 
fi.d.Ml'.l!! ! 1 ’ " oM ? bawk i"' ould : truth, and every natural instinct of the sou] from the field, at dinner time, and then 
£1.1 • l • • • 1 w UW,J ) MUU 1UOUUUL UA IIJU sum 
ngnt harder to prevent its being wiped away. I guides us to God. 
My boy takes to sugar very readily; he --- 
was very quick in taking to this; it seemed A spare and simple diet contribute to 
instinctive with him. I have heard of peo- the prolongation of life. 
think themselves lucky to get the dinner. 
A solitary life has no charms for an am¬ 
bitious mind. 
SN1VELIZATI0N. 
Whithersoever we go, we meet with 
the sniveller. He stops us at the corner of 
the street to intrust us with his opinion.— 
He fears that the morals and intelligence of 
the people are destroyed by the election of 
some rogue to office. He tells us just be¬ 
fore church, that the last sermon of some 
transcendental preacher has given the death 
blow to religion, and that the waves of athe¬ 
ism and the clouds of pantheism are to del¬ 
uge and darken all the land. In the time 
| of general health, he speaks of the pesti¬ 
lence that is to be. The mail cannot be an 
hour too late, but he prattles of railroad ac¬ 
cidents and steamboat disasters. He learns 
that his friend who was married yesterday 
will be a bankrupt in a year, and whimpers 
over the trial which he will then endure.— 
He is ridden with nightmares and emits an 
eternal wail. Recklessness is a bad quality, 
and so is blind and extravagant hope, but 
neither is so degrading as inglorious and in¬ 
active despair. 
We object to the. sniveller, because he 
presents the anomaly of a being who has 
the power of motion without possessing life. 
His inspired languor is worse than tumid 
strength. Better that a man should rant 
A SISTER’S LOVE. 
More constant than the evening star 
Which wildly beams above; 
Than diadem — oh, dearer far, 
A sister’s gentle love! 
Sl ighter than dew-drops on the rose, 
Than nature’s smile more gay; 
A living fount which ever flows, 
Steeped in love’s purest ray. 
Gem of the heart!—life’s gift divine, 
Bequeath us from above; 
Glad offering at affection’s shrine— 
A sister's holy love! 
CHOICE OF A HUSBAND. 
Of beauty, just enough to bear inspection; 
Of candor, sense, and wit, a good collection; 
Enough of love for one who needs protection, 
I o scorn the words—“ I’ll keep her in subjection;” 
Wisdom to keep him right in each direction, 
Nor claim a weaker vessel’s imperfection. 
Should I e’er meet with such in my connection, 
Let him propose, I’ll ofl'er no objection. 
ELEGANT EXTRACT.-THE MOTHER. 
I saw her large blue eyes swell with ma- 
-muguui IO rruiec tlictl] LULUtU . ..&-»* uu uiicl- 
strength. Better that a man should rant terna | tenderness, as she gazed in all the 
than whine. The person who has no bound- P4 nt * tuc ^ e a mother’s love, upon the 
ing and buoyant feelings in him, whose P a j n ^ countenance of her silent, imploring 
cheek never flushes at anticipated good, c hild- I saw her bursting bosom heave 
whose blood never tingles and fires at the agonizing fear, as she gently pressed 
contemplation of a noble aim; who has no * ts ou t-stretched hand between her 
aspiration and no great object in life, is only own> an( * bathed it in tears. I saw her 
fit for the hospital or the bandbox. En- unw earied care anticipate her infant’s wants, 
terprise, confidence, a disposition to believe unto 'J by words but eloquently told by an 
that good can be done—an indisposition to Hjfantilo look, and intuitively comprehend 
believe that all good has been done—these ecl ^ a mother’s love; and when the little 
constitute important elements in the char- su ^ erer slumbered, I saw a mother’s care 
acter of every mar: who is of use to the c °mmand a mother’s grief, and half re- 
world. We want no wailing and whimper- s P Irln & check the rising sobbings of her soul, 
ing about the absence of happiness, but a a bill sigh should wake her sleeping 
sturdy determination to abate misery._ babe. It was then that busy memory gave 
Whipple. to her present pain a heightened anguish 
-— --—-and shrouded in gloomy bodements, the 
THE FAMILY NEWSPAPER endearing prattling of her child, its smiles 
The silent influence of a good news,,a- itTsupfliant 
per ,n| ,e family and tl,rough thousands hands seeking its maternal afety. These 
of famil.es m the heart of the great com- and a thousand other endearments rushed 
rSnh-- y “ lhe f0l,0 ™S on her mind, and like a transient lighl in 
“ A large protion of our best moral cnl- p°“lf ra * d * mOTe 
tore .0 reiterated, and fastened on the The remembrance of hours spent in the 
mmd by the family press. The pulp,t does society of her child, gradually develop ml 
much; parental instruction in many cases its bodily and mental powers^ imparted f 
does much; bn the press IS, m the present saddened pleasure to its maternal nurse 
day, necessary to both Let any reader of when suddenly a feeble groan dissolved he; 
a well conducted family journal open Ins vision, for the vital taper of her child was 
paper, and consider thoughtfully its con- sinking into its socket. Her stifled sighs 
tents. There are m a single number.some- „ ow burst into convulsive sobbings from 
“ f ” 0 200 se f rate and ‘ lls - the bosom; whilst with unutterable anguish 
tinct articles, each one containing an idea, her laboring soul gave the pure spirit of 
a fact, or a sentiment, and stated or dins- her child to God. i sincere^ participated 
rated so asito produce an effect, m enlarg- i„ h er afflictions, and was silent if this 
ing the reader s store of knowledge, or giv- sc ,. n ,. of woe as j was u „ w j|] ini! to int 
mg a right direction to thought, ieehng, or rupt the sacred tribute of her grief, or un¬ 
acton. Mas. not a I tins have ,u influence, clasp that firm embrace, which pressed a 
and in the aggregate, a mighty influence lifeless infant to a mother's bosom, for soon 
M to eeThmThe fh° . m:m can it would be cradled in its coffin, and hushed 
fail to see that the fifty- wo visits a year j n ] one mansion „ f tbe over which 
ot a carefully conducted paper, intelligent, lhe winds of winler wou l d S how its [ ulla b “ 
correct, elevated in its moral tone, and with- T . , t T . . , ^'i^y- 
al interesting in its contents, must exert , J. tho ? ht “ / witnessed her conflicting 
a great and blessed influence upon domes- eel . lu o s > bow kmdly I rovidence had implant- 
tic life. Children growing up under such f dm a mother 8 bo g om, that persevering 
influences, are far more likely to be intel- •?’ w 4 C b eaa blcs her to bear wuh unre- 
ligent, correct in their opinions and morals, P iain g fortitude the various cares connec- 
and better prepared for the active duties of ^ Wl11 ° Ur , bhood, that those men 
life, than they could possibly have been ar6 mo ™ ter * who repay with cold indiffer- 
without it , ence, the affectionate solicitude that guard- 
-—__ed their years of helpless infancy. I felt 
A CONTENTED MAN. a glow within my bosom, a filial offering to 
„ ~ the memory of my mother, with a repent- 
1 he Home Journal says; a very eminent ant sigh, Jest my thoughtless boyhood 
clergyman, in the country, one of our sub- may have given her pain, unconscious of the 
senbers, draws the following picture of the sacred debt of the gratitude due to the feel- 
If inn nf mAof • • n ... .... 
kind of life most desirable: 
“ I am rejoicing in the beauty of the ‘God 
made country. Green fields and waving 
foliage, and shrubbery-embowered cottages 
are smiling all around me. Four hundred 
silent miles are between me and the roar of 
ings of a parent.”— Whittier. 
MOTHER. 
Round the idea of one’s mother the mind 
of a man clings with fond affection. It is 
mu A7V.O vr UJC clIIU mu roat 01 . b auovwuu. It 13 
Broadway. My children are gamboling up- the first deep thought stamped upon our 
on the green grass, and swinging in the barn, bifant hearts when soft and capable of re- 
as happy as the swallows which are dartim* ce ivh)g the most profound impressions, and 
around them. The black and glossy cock°- a b tlie a * ter feelin gs of the world are more 
martins arid their white-breasted mates or ^ ess %ht in that comparison. I do not 
__ * V , . Irtkof ATT.,,, --1,1 __ 1 
WI11LC-UI vTOOlcU. mates, -- & " X UU iiUk 
with liquid notes are circling around their ^ now that even in our old age we do not 
picturesque house, and sweeping in most b>ok back to that feeling as the sweetest 
enviable flight and with exultant songs, we ^ ave through life. Our passions and 
through the cloudless skies. Our proud our wilfulness may lead us far from the ob- 
rooster is incessantly sending his proud J ect °f our filial love; we learn even to pain 
challenge in imperial tones through the h er heart, to oppose her wishes, to violate 
elastic and invigorating air. The vane up- her commands; we may become wild, head- 
on the ridge-pole of the barn points due stron S> !ln( l angry at her counsels or oppo- 
north-west. Every bud in the yard is sition; but when death has stilled her moni- 
swelling and rejoicing; and I am content tor y voice, and nothing but calm memory 
with my lot.” remains to recapitulate her virtues and good 
*-7- —---- deeds, affection like a flower beaten to the 
Like an inundation of the Indes is the ground by a past storm, raises up her 
course of lime. We look for the homes of head and smiles amongst her tears. Round 
our childhood; they are gone; —for the that idea, as we have said, the mind clings 
triends of our childhood; they are gone.— with fond affection; and even when the 
The loves and animosities of youth, ^-here earlier period of our loss forces memory to 
are they ? Swept away like the camps that be silent, fancy takes the place of remem- 
had been pitched in the sandy bed of the brance, and twines the image of our dead 
river.— Longfellow. parent with a garland of graces, and beau- 
-—~— -ties, and virtues which we doubt not that 
Dangerous Fools. —If men are to be she possessed.— James. 
fools, it were better that they were fools in ------ 
little matters than in great; dullness turned There is no face so pleasant to behold as 
up with temerity, is a livery all the worse the face that loves us. 
for the facings; ar.d the most tremendous —____ 
of all things is a magnanimous dunce.— S. In character, in manners, in style, and in 
things, the supreme excellence is simplicity. 
