MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YOU KER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY JOURNAL. 
For the Rural New-Yorker. 
HOME. 
' The fondest hope, the dearest tie, 
However far we roam, 
Is hound by memory’s golden chain. 
And lingers round our home. 
Yet foreign joys the muse inspire, 
And fancy’s mimic skill 
Portrays their brighter scenes, but ah '. 
Our home is brighter still. 
I'll paint the limpid streams that flow, 
The gurgling rills thnt roam, 
The meadows and the valleys green. 
That mark our distant home. 
For here in glowing tones of love, 
Paternal virtues shine, 
And here the rord by kindness wove, 
Hoes round the heart eniwine. 
We’ll love thee then, our earthly home, 
For surely thou wert given. 
To lure us by thy smiles lo seek 
A brighter home in Heaven. v. s. m. 
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WHO ATti; HAPPIEST? 
“Wiiat troubles you, William?” said 
Mrs. Aiken, speaking in a tone of kind con¬ 
cern to her husband who sat silent ard 
moody, with his eyes now fixed upon the 
floor, and now following the forms of his 
plainly clad children as they spoited, full 
of health and spirits about the room. 
It was evening, and Mr. Aiken, a man 
who earned his bread by the sweat of his 
brow, had a little while before, returned 
from his daily labor. 
“ Is anything wrong with you William ?” 
“ Nothing more than usual,” was replied. 
“There’s always sonething wrong. The 
fact is I’m out of heart.” 
“ William ?” 
Mrs. Aiken came and stood beside her 
husband, and laid her hand gently upon 
his shoulder. 
The evil spirit of envy and discontent was 
in the poor man’s heart,—this his wife un¬ 
derstood right well. She had often before 
seen him in this frame of mind. 
“ I’m as good as Freeman, am I not?” 
“Yes, and a great deal better I hope,” 
she replied. 
“ And yet he is rolling in wealth, while 
I, though compelled to toil early and late, 
can scarcely keep soul and body together.” 
“Hush, William! don’t talk so. It does 
vou no good. We have a comfortable home, 
with food and raiment—let us therewith be 
content and thankful.” 
“Thankful for this mean hut! Thankful 
for hard labor, poor fare, and coarse cloth- 
ing!” 
“None are so happy as those who labor; 
none enjov better health than they who have 
only the plainest food. Do you ever go to 
bed hungry, William?” 
“ No, of course not” 
« Do you or your children shiver in the 
cold of winter for lack of warm clothing?” 
“No; but-” 
“ William! Do not look past your real 
comforts in envy of the blessings "God hath 
given to others.” 
“ Give me plenty of money, and I’ll find 
a way to largely increase the bounds of en¬ 
joyment.” 
“ The largest amount of happiness, I be¬ 
lieve, is ever to be found in that external 
condition which God has placed us.” 
“Then every man should willingly remain 
poor.” 
« I did not say that, William; I think ev¬ 
ery man should seek to better his worldly 
affairs—yet be contented with his lot at all 
times; for, only in contentment is there 
happiness, and that is a blessing the poor 
may share equally with the rich. Indeed, 
I believe the poor have this blessing in large 
store. You, for instance, are a happier man 
than Mr. Freeman.” 
“ I’m not sure of that.” 
“ I am, then. Look at his face. Doesn’t 
that tell the story? Would you exchange 
with him in every respect?” 
“ No, not in every respect I would like 
to have his money.” 
“Ah, William! William!” Mrs. Aiken 
shook her head. “You are giving place 
in your heart for the entrance of bad spir¬ 
its* Try to enjoy, fully, what you have, 
aud you will be a far happier man than 
Mr. Freeman. You can sleep sound at 
night.” 
«I know. A man who labors as hard as 
I do, can’t help sleeping soundly.” 
“ Then labor is a blessing if nothing else. 
I took home to-day, a couple of aprons made 
for Mrs. Freeman. Sim looked pale and 
troubled, and I asked her if she was not 
well.” 
“ * Not very,’ she replied. ‘ I’ve lost so 
much rest of late, that l am almost worn 
out’ 
“ I did not ask her why this was; but af¬ 
ter remaining silent a few moments, she 
said— 
« ‘ Mr. Freeman has got himself so exci¬ 
ted about business, that he sleeps scarcely 
three hours in twenty-four. He cares nei 
ther for eating or drinking; and, if I did 
not watch him, would scarcely appear abroad 
in decent apparel. Hardly a day passes 
that something does not go wrong. Work¬ 
men fail in their contracts, prices fall below 
what he expected them to be, agents prove 
unfaithful; in fact, a hundred things occur 
to interfere with his expectation, and to 
cloud his mind with disappointment. We 
were far happier when we were poor, Mrs. 
Aiken. There was a time when we enjoy¬ 
ed life. Bright days!—how well are they 
remembered! Mr. Freeman’s income was 
twelve dollars a week; we lived in two 
rooms and I did all our own work. i had 
fewer wants then than I have ever had since, 
and was far happier then than T ever 
expect to be again on this side of the 
grave.’ ” 
Just then a cry was heard in the street. 
“Hark!” exclaimed Mr. Aiken. 
“Fire! fire! fire!” the startling sound 
arose clear and shrill upon the air. 
Aiken sprang to the window and threw 
it open. 
“ It is Mr. Freeman’s new building, as I 
live!” 
Aiken dropped the window, and catching 
up his hat hurriedly left the house. 
It was an hour ere he returned. Mean¬ 
while the fire raged furiously, and from her 
window, where she was was safe from harm, 
Mrs. Aiken saw the large new factory,— 
which the rich man had just erected, en¬ 
tirely consumed by the fierce devouring ele¬ 
ment. All in vain was it that the intrepid 
firemen wrought almost miracles of daring 
in their efforts to save the building. Story 
after story was successively wrapped in 
flames, until at length, over fifty thousand 
dollars worth of property lay a heap of 
black and smouldering ruins. 
Wet to the skin and covered with cinders 
was Mr. Aiken when he returned to his 
humble abode, after having worked manful¬ 
ly, in his unselfish efforts to rescue a por¬ 
tion of his neghbor’s property from des¬ 
truction. 
“ Poor Freeman! I pity him from my 
very heart!” was his generous, sympathis¬ 
ing exclamation, as soon as he met his wife. 
“ He is insured, is he not?” enquired Mrs. 
Aiken. 
“Partly. But even a full insurance 
would be a poor compensation for such a 
loss. In less than two weeks this new fac¬ 
tory with all its perfect and beautiful ma¬ 
chinery, would have been in operation.— 
The price of goods is now high, and Mr. 
Freeman would have cleared a handsome 
sum of money on the first season’s product 
of his mill. It is a terrible disappointment 
to him. I never saw a man so much dis¬ 
turbed.” 
“Poor man! His sleep will not be so 
sound as yours to-night, William.” 
“ Indeed it will not,” 
“ Nor rich as he is, will he be as happy 
as you to-morrow.” 
“ If I were rich as he is,” said Aiken, “I 
would not fret myself to death for this loss. 
I would, rather be thankful for the wealth 
still left in my possession.” 
Mrs. Aiken shook her head. 
“No, William, the same spirit that makes 
you restless and discontented now, would 
be with you, no matter how greatly improv¬ 
ed might be your external condition. — 
Mr. Freeman was once as poor as you are. 
Do you think him happier for his riches ? 
Does he enjoy life more ? Has wealth bro’t 
a greater freedom from care ? Has it made 
his sleep sweeter? Far, very far from it. 
Riches have but increased the sources of 
discontent.” 
“ This is not a necessary consequence.— 
If Mr. Freeman turns a blessing into a 
curse, that is a defect in his particular 
case.” 
“ And few, in this fallen and evil world, 
are free from this same delect, William. If 
wealth were sought from unselfish ends, 
then it might make its possessor happy.— 
But, how few so seek for riches. It is here, 
believe me, that the evil lies.” 
Mrs. Aiken spoke earnestly, and some¬ 
thing of the truth that was in her mind, 
shed its beams upon the mind of her hus¬ 
band. 
“ You remember,” said she smiling, “ the 
anecdote of the rich man in New York, 
who asked a person who gave utterance to 
words of envy towards himselt—‘ Would 
you,’ said he, * take all the care and anxi¬ 
ety attendant upon the management of my 
large estate and extensive business opera¬ 
tions, merely for your board and clothes ?’ 
No,indeed I would not,’ was the quick 
answer. 
“ ‘ I get no more,’ said the rich man 
gravely. 
“ And it was the truth, William. They 
who get rich in this world, pass up through 
incessant toil and anxiety; and, while they 
seem to enjoy all the good things of life, in 
reality enjoy but little. They get only their 
victuals and clothes. I have worked for 
many rich ladies, and I do not remember 
one who appeared to be happier than I am. 
And I am mistaken if your experience is 
not very much like my own.” 
A few days after this time, Aiken came 
home from his work one evening. As he 
entered the room where his wife and chil¬ 
dren sat, the former looked up to him with 
a cheerful smile of welcome, and the lat¬ 
ter gathered around him, filling his ears 
with the music of their happy voices. The 
father drew' an arm around one and another 
and as he sat in their midst, his heart swell¬ 
ed in his bosom, and warmed with a glow 
of happiness. 
Soon the evening meal was served —ser¬ 
ved by the hand of his wife—the good an¬ 
gel of his humble home. William Aiken, 
as he looked around upon his smiling chil¬ 
dren, and their true-hearted, even-temper¬ 
ed cheerful mother, felt that he had many 
blessings for which he should be thankful. 
“1 saw something a little while ago, that 
l shall not soon forget.” 
“ What was that, William?” 
“ I had occasion to call at the house of 
Mr. Elder, on some business as I came 
home this evening. Mr. Elder is rich, and 
I have often envied him; but I shall do so 
no more. I found him in his sitting room, 
alone, walking the floor, with a troubled 
look on his face. I mentioned my business, 
when he said abruptly and rudely — 
“ ‘ I’ve no time to think of that now!” 
“ As I was turning away, a door of the 
room opened, and Mrs. Elder and tw r o chil¬ 
dren entered. 
“ ‘ I wish you would send these children 
up to the nursery,’ he exclaimed in a half 
angry tone. 
“ The look cast upon their father by those 
two innocent little children, as their moth¬ 
er pushed them from the room, I shall not 
soon forgot. I remembered, as I left the 
house, that there had been a large failure 
in Market St., and that Mr. Elder was said 
to be the loser by some ten thousand dol¬ 
lars—less than a twentieth part of what he 
is worth. I am happier than he is to-night, 
Mary.” 
“ And happier you may be, William,” 
returned his wife, “If you but stoop to the 
humblest flowers that spring up along your 
pathway, and, like the bee, take the honey 
they contain. God knows what, in exter¬ 
nal things,is best for us; and he will make 
either poverty or riches, whichever comes, 
a blessing, if we are humble, patient and 
contented.” 
I SAW HIM DO IT. 
I saw a laborer weary from his work.— 
I saw him stoop and take a stone, that lay 
in his pathway of passing wheels, and cast 
it out of the road. This sight did me good. 
This stone might be struck by a passing- 
wheel to the discomfort, perhaps, of the 
traveler, and possibly the injury of the ve¬ 
hicle. It was kind in the man to remove it. 
“ What a trifle for a newspaper para¬ 
graph!” says a captious one. Not so, my 
friend. The act was small, but the motive 
noble— that small act, the principle on which 
it is based; is of unspeakable value to the 
human race. 
I love to trace things, especially such 
things, to their fountain. That man had 
emotion in his soul when he stooped to pick 
up that stone. He felt right. It was kind 
in him. I have a right to think that act 
was but one of the links of a chain —and 
never was a chain made of better material 
— love for the welfare of others. Such a 
chain is all gold. The man had done just 
such things before, I could not doubt. He 
would do such things again. It cost him 
something to do this, for there was a pelt¬ 
ing storm of sleet, and he carried an um¬ 
brella, and he must pause in his rapid 
walk to do it. Well done my humble 
friend, if every other would stop and pick 
out of the path of his fellow travelers thro’ 
life the things that vex and annoy them, 
how many sunny faces there would be in 
the place of scowling ones! Drops make a 
shower give enough of them. Such acts as 
this man’s give us enough of them—and 
how great a shower of blessings! How 
much misery would be prevented. 
I shall not stop here. The man that 
will do such things will do greater things. 
That will show what the fountain is. He 
has a kind heart He will remove larger 
stones than that from the path of human 
life. Give me that man for my adversity. 
He who has honored the/small draft will 
honor the greater. His good will not be all 
exhausted by that effort. 
It was a trifle, was it ? Please then think 
my friend, it can be but a trifle for you to 
do such a thing. Do every such sort of 
thing—anything that will remove obstruc¬ 
tions out of the path of human happiness. 
Give your neighbor a jog to do so too. Per¬ 
haps he will pass the jog along, and we 
shall joggle some of the selfishness out of 
the human heart.— New York Evangelist. 
Blessedness of a Lowly Mind.— The 
greater the submission, the more grace. If 
there be one hollow in the valley lower than 
another thither do the waters gather. The 
more lowly we are in our own eyes, the more 
lovely we are in the sight of God. When 
we are despicable, to Him, through Christ, 
we are acceptable. We are unworthy; let 
us be lowly; Job was coming near to the 
blessing when he said, “ I am vile; what 
shall I answer thee ?”— R. Young. 
Pompous funerals and sumptuous monu¬ 
ments are made more out of design to grat¬ 
ify the vanity of the living, than to do honor 
to the dead. Greatness may build the 
tomb, but it is goodness must make the 
epitaph. 
Wii Attlr ijumor. 
“ What are you doing, Joe ?” said I ; 
“ Oh ! nothing, sir was Joe’s reply, 
“ And you there, Tom. pray let me know—’’ 
*• I’m busy, sir ; I'm helping Joe.” 
“ Is nothing, then, so hard to do, 
That thus it takes the lime of two 1” 
“ No,” says the other with a smile, 
And grins and chuckles all the while; 
“ But we’re such clever chaps, d’ye sec. 
Nothing’s tco hard for Joe and me.” 
CHARGE IT TO FATHER. 
A dry goods dealer well known in the 
vicinity of Broadway, and somewhat prom 
inent for his various shakes and jerks when 
he promenades the streets, was on a foraging- 
expedition a few days since in the Centre 
Market. Seeing a buxom Sucker girl in 
the distance, he approached her, seized her 
hand, and exclaimed with much warmth: 
“ How do you do, my dear young friend ? 
how is your father and mother? when did 
you leave home ? Ah! excuse me, I have 
"forgotten your name, but 1 stayed all night 
at your father’s home a year ago. (Her 
father had been dead for 10 years.) Per¬ 
haps you don’t recollect me. My name’s 
-; my store is on Broadway; call on 
me—I shall be happy to sell you some bar- 
trains”— and leaving his card in her hand 
our man of tape departed. 
Not long afterwards appeared the not 
very green young lady, who selected goods 
to the amount of §20, and picking them up 
was about leaving, when the polite shop¬ 
keeper and friend of the family, exclaimed : 
“ Excuse me, Miss, you have forgotten 
the bill.” 
“ Oh, no,” replied Miss Sucker, “please 
charge it to my father.” 
Utterly confounded, our long faced friend 
suffered verdancy in muslin to leave with 
the bill unpaid.— St. Louis Reveille. 
Itch.— This disease attacks persons of 
every age and condition, but in different 
forms. Young boys frequently itch to get 
into their mamma’s cupbord where the 
sweets are stowed away. They may be 
cured temporarily, by mistaking the jar 
and getting a lump of bitter-aloes into their 
mouths. 
Young men are often troubled with an 
itching to kiss the lips of a saucy, pouting, 
blooming damsel. A cure is often effected 
when the attempt is made, by getting their 
ears well boxed. 
“ Dad, give me an opinion.” 
“What kind of an opinion, sonny—an 
opinion as is an opinion ?” 
“ No dad, give me a penny—its a sent- 
i-ment. 
BtoiitJ) s Corner. 
“ Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt; 
Nothing’s so hard, but search will find it out.” 
For the Rural New-Yorker. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
I am composed of36 letters. 
My 1, 9, 30, 27, J4. 26, 22 is n'name. 
My 2, 36, 11, 28, 17, 32, 14. 14 is a flower. 
My 3, 28, 5, 6 is what we need. 
My 4, 22, 30, 36, 12 is a name 
My 7, 25, 21, 29 is a town in Seneca Co. 
My 8, 10, 30, 12, 9 is a fruit. 
My 13, 9, 34, 24 is one of the Western States. 
My 15, 27, 36, 14 is a mountain in Europe, 
My 1C, 18, 19, 6, 30, 11, 20 is often used in sick¬ 
ness. 
My 23, 9, 30, 21, 33 is an article of furniture. 
My 24, 6, 6, 32, 11 is a small animal. 
My 26, 20, 34, 19, 6, 13 is a river in South Carolina. 
My 31, 7, 27, 3, 21, 22 is a county in Now Jersey. 
My 35, 24, 14, 18, 16, 17, 15, 22 is the Capital of 
one of the Western States. 
My whole relates the greatest of Discoveries. 
Romulus N. Y. c. j. 
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For the Rural New-Yorker. 
ORIGINAL CHARADE. 
One little word for theme we’ve sought, 
Five letters shall it form combined, 
The first though never found in thought, 
Shines boldly forth in thinking mind. 
! 
The first with all its vowels joined 
Expresses what becomes of youth; 
Fifth, fourth and second, when combined, 
Is all a Lie, with naught of truth. 
Leavo off the first—an attribute 
Is then presented of the whole, 
Tisthis that prompteth all dispute, 
When cherished in the human soul. 
This last shows what is base or low, 
When at the close the first is placed, 
The fourth and doubled fifth will show. 
The cause for which mankind’s disgraced. 
The whole reversed, a verb appears, 
And tells what all men yet have done, 
Leave of the last it speaks of years— 
Of deeds—of beings yet to come 
Peruville, Tomp. Co., N. Y. J. n. l. j. 
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Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma.—F air Mount 
Water Cure. 
Answer to Poetical Enigma.— Moore’s Rural 
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