MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YOll KER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY JOURNAL. 
HOLDING HANDS. 
BY THOS. RUSSELL.. 
In baby days, ’mid praitling talk, 
And parent’s care a fail to balk. 
We malic our first attempt to walk. 
Holding hands. 
In childhood's— would once more they came! 
Withoutthe dotage thus men name— 
We play full many a merry game. 
Holding hands. 
In youth and manhood sit vve not 
With her we love, in some sweet spot, 
And sigh and swear—no matter what 
Holding hands. 
And, when we at the altar bow. 
With bounding heart and joy-girl brow, 
>l'is there we register our vow, 
Holding hands. 
Grief conies, or gladness: this we share, 
And that each counsels each to bear. 
And eat h for each vows all to dare 
Holding hands. 
Spring, summer go, the winter cornea 
Of age: we sit within our homes 
And talk of those wito lie in tombs. 
Holding hands. 
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For the Rural New-Yorker. 
HOW PHILIP DONLEY “GOT RICH;’’ 
OR, “YOU CAN’T FOOL ME.” 
BY S. FURMAN. 
“ My father was a Farmer good, 
YVith corn and beef in plenty, 
I mow etl, and hoed, and held the plow, 
And longed for one-ruid-twenty.” 
Philip Donley was a youth of no ordi¬ 
nary genius; and in many respects thought 
himself a “leetle smarter” than his “ ven¬ 
erable dad,” as he called his father. Philip 
“ knew it all ”—at least he thought he did, 
and even more; his head, it would seem, 
young as it was, had worn out two or three 
bodies such as his, and, had long since ri¬ 
pened into perfect maturity. He could not 
be instructed, not he; nor opposed in any 
scheme that might be the product of his 
own precocious cranium; but would often 
reprove his father for living at least two 
centuries behind the age. His father was 
a farmer of the olden stamp—a down-easter 
—and the owner of a snug farm of one 
hundred and fifty acres He had tried al¬ 
most every way to correct the waywardness 
of his son, and" to prepare him for the more 
responsible duties of active life. But 
Philip regarded not his admonitions nor re¬ 
proofs, fur he needed not a fathers counsel; 
but in the plentitude of his wisdom persist¬ 
ed in his own course, and “longed for 
twenty one ” that he might throw off his 
allegiance and exercise a man’s prerogative. 
Mr. Donley was anxious to turn the 
genius of his son to some ^account, and if 
possible make his very “ independence,” as 
he called it, subservient to his highest earth¬ 
ly good. Every inducement was offered 
him to “ stick to the farm,” and increase 
his worldly wealth by the sure products of 
honest toil; but to him the pursuits of agri¬ 
culture presented but few attractions—be¬ 
sides being a “ glow process to get rich,” 
which he declared would never do in these 
days of steam and electricity^ when every 
thing was done up with telegraphic des¬ 
patch. 
«But, my son,” said the father, “ the 
Good Book "says, ‘ He that maketh haste to 
be rich, shall not be innocent.’ ” 
“Now, dad,” replied the youth, “you 
needn’t be quotin’ scripter to me, for I 
don’t mean to cheat nor steal. A man can 
speculate without doin’ either.” 
“ Well, allowing that he could, it would 
not be right to take advantage of a per¬ 
son’s ignorance as to the real value of an 
article, as you propose, even though he were 
willing to give all, and even more than you 
should ask him.” 
“ That’s his business, and not mine,” said 
Philip; “ he ought to know what he’s 
buyin’.” 
“ Well that would not help the matter in 
the least—you would be cheating him, not¬ 
withstanding his ignorance, and therefore 
would * not be innocent.’ ” 
“Now, dad, there’s no use talkin’ so; — 
you can’t fool me, ” triumpantly exclaimed 
young Philip, as he thrust both hands into 
his pockets and went whistling away. 
“ Can’t fool you, eh ?—well, that’s cool,” 
soliloquized Mr. Donley, and went about 
his work. 
Ah! how many fathers there are at the 
present day who receive as little satisfaction 
from their children—though, unlike Mr. 
Donley, it is the legitimate result of their 
own indulgence. “ You can’t fool me,” says 
the youth to his parents, while listening to 
their reproof—“ You can’t fool me,” says 
the boy, as he enters his neighbor’s enclo¬ 
sure and purloins his choicest fruits—“ You 
can’t fool me ” is the language of the young- 
man as he ventures for the first time to par¬ 
take of a “ social glass ” with a friend— 
“ You cant fool me. ” Ah! where can the 
youth be found who is not more or less im¬ 
bued with the spirit of this short but signifi¬ 
cant sentence? 
But to proceed with our story. Young 
Philip had by some means conceived a 
strong desire to see a little more of the 
world; which desire was naturally strength¬ 
ened by opposition. His crafty old father, 
knowing the effect, opposed him purposely, 
that he might teach him a lesson he would 
not be likely to forget. Several plans were 
proposed by which young Donley might 
defray his excuses, but none seemed to 
promise better than to furnish himself with 
a pair of tin trunks, and peddle “ Yankee 
Notions.” Thus equipped, he imagined 
he could make his way “through the world 
and back again ”—paying all his expenses 
and make shillings infinitely faster than he 
could dig them from the soil. The father of 
course favored the idea—or, rather, oppo¬ 
sed it. 
The trunks were ordered—and when 
obtained, were filled. Philip Donley was 
happy in the reception—yes,—thrice hap¬ 
py as he surveyed his new, shiny boxes, 
tilled to overflowing, and then looked out 
upon his future path, strewed, (not with ro¬ 
ses,) but with ribbons, tapes, essence, (per¬ 
haps wooden nutmegs,) &c., &c., and con¬ 
trasted it witli his former home drudgery 
and toil ;-r-ah! why should he not be 
happy ? 
But morning came, and our hero was 
preparing to leave home. 
“ Now, Philip,” said the old man address¬ 
ing his son, “ I have one word of advice to 
give you before you start.” 
“Well, dad, what is it,” anxiously inquir¬ 
ed Philip. 
“ It is this— “Don't he cheated." 
“Ah! ah! dad, they can't fool me,” was 
his only reply — and he started off in ec- 
stacy. 
Poor fellow! Could his anticipations 
have been realized he would perhaps have 
been a happy mortal. But contrary to all 
expectations he traveled industriously all 
day without disposing of a single article, 
excepting a paper of pins and a few rolls 
of tape which were given in exchange for 
his dinner. Our hero slept quietly that 
night, though much dissatisfied with his 
day’s work, and next morning started early 
with a fresh determination to do something 
before night, and if possible atone in some 
degree for the day before. That day he 
had better success. But at night he 
chanced unluckily to put up with an eccen¬ 
tric. old gentleman, who, from some peculiar 
notion or whim, could never be persuaded 
to buy the least article of a pedler howev¬ 
er cheap it was offered, or however much 
he needed it. This fact was not made 
known to Philip till morning, when the 
money was demanded for his tare. 
“ What,” said he in surprise, “ not trade 
out a pedler’s bill?’’ 
“ No.” 
“ Why, you must be joking.” 
“ No joke,” replied the old man with 
emphasis; “ we never trade with pedlers.” 
“■ You’ll trade mg bill out, I reckon.” 
“ We trade no bill out—but I want you 
to pay up and be off with your trash, or 
I’ll start you.” 
“ But, look a-here, old chap,” muttered 
Philip abruptly, “ You’ll trade my bill out, 
I guess— you can’t fool me.” 
At this the old gentleman gave one of 
the trunks such a tremendous kick that 
the ribbons, brass jewelry, essence and oth¬ 
er “ notions,” flew about in every direction, 
and the affrighted pedler, poor fellow, 
snatched up the remaining trunk and took 
to his heels. Our hero never returned to 
“jump accounts” with the old man, hut 
disposed of the rest of his “ stock of goods ” 
for about their first cost, and returned 
home in some three weeks for a “ fresh 
supply.” 
The old farm-lionse looked cheerful as 
he approached it —the cornfield, the potato 
patch, presented new attractions, and ev¬ 
ery familiar object seemed to inspire him 
with a sort of new life and animation he 
had never before experienced. No doubt 
he would have been glad to remain at home, 
but for the mortification of being laughed 
at and ridiculed for thus abandoning his 
adopted enterprise so soon. His proud 
spirit could not submit without another tri¬ 
al. He said but little about his first expe¬ 
rience, but intimated to his father that if 
he had a horse and ivagon he could do a 
much better business, as he knew of a 
chance to make a nice speculation in selling 
clocks. The old man needed not the sec¬ 
ond hint, for he saw unmistakable evidence 
that his object would be accomplished,— 
probably in the second or third trip. The 
horse and wagon were soon fitted out accord¬ 
ing to young Philip’s instructions;—this 
done, the old man gave his note for one 
hundred dollars, payable in six months, for 
twelve Yankee clocks, which pretty well 
filled the pedler’s cart. 
Philip mounted his box and drove off. 
His first customer was an old lady, a widow, 
and as she was in want of such an article, 
he found no difficulty in selling her one.— 
The terms were soon agreed upon, and the 
clock put up accordingly and started—on 
“ tick,” of course. It pleased the old lady 
to a charm. After dinner the pedler 
thanked the good lady for her kindness, and 
mounting his box again, drove away in ec- 
stacy, leaving the widow in as high spirits 
as he was himself. 
“1 hat’s the way to make money,” said 
Philip to himself as he rode leisurely along; 
“ that’s the way to get rich—they can’t fool 
me. There’s ten dollars clean profit on 
one clock — what s?iy you, Phil.—getting 
rich ? — another ten to morrow, eh ? What¬ 
’ll dad sav when I’get back home with one 
hundred dollars clean profit in four weeks? 
— ves, I can sell out in four weeks and not 
half try. They can't”- 
“ Halloo, there,” shouted a loud voice 
behind him, “ I guess you’re a little crazy.” 
“Crazy? no not crazy. But, nabor,” 
continued Phil., as he. saw where the voice 
came from, “ can’t I sell you a fust rate 
good clock to day ?” 
He was answered in the n Q gative and 
passed on. 
“ Clocks for sale, eh ? says a coarse look¬ 
ing customer as he came staggering up to 
the clockman’s wagon 
“ Certainly, certainly, ” “ don’t you want 
to buy one ?” 
“ I—I—no—but my brother does— 
he- 
“Well, where does your brother live ?” 
“ He—why he lives right down across 
the field yonder in that ere white house.” 
“ But how’ll I git there—where’s any 
road ?” 
“ Road ?” 
“ Yez, where’s the road?” 
“ Well, there: it’s a mile round. But 
here, ” continued the stranger, “ you can 
go across and be selli'ng them a clock and 
I’ll drive round—Pm going round there 
and would rather ride than not. ” Our 
clockman accepted the proposition at once, 
for he could not lose such an excellent 
opportunity to add another “ ten ” to his 
profits. So off they both started —Philip 
across the field on "foot, the stranger up the 
road with the wagon. The pedler soon 
arrived, and immediately proposed the sale 
of a clock. 
“ A clock ?” answered the man of the 
house—where do you carry them—in your 
pockets ?” 
“ Oh, they’ll be here gin we get a bar¬ 
gain made.” 
“ Bargain!—yes, I’d smile — Do you 
think I’m a fool ?” 
“ Oh no—but I can sell you a clock, 
can’t I?” 
“Where are your clocks you scoundrel! 
you han’t got any—your’e trying to impose 
upon me; so now be oft’ with yourself.” 
“ But wait, mister,” continued the per¬ 
severing clockman; “your brother is com¬ 
ing round the road with them, and he sent 
me here to sell you one.” 
“My brother!” exclaimed the man in 
surprise, — why my dear sir, I never had a 
brother.” 
“Yes you have, too, and he started from 
the tavern when I did, to come here. 1 
guess you can’t fool me;—let me sell you a 
clock.” 
“ I can’t buy till I see them. ‘ One bird 
in the hand is worth two in the bush.’ ” 
“ Well, then, I s’pose you’ll have no ob¬ 
jection to a feller’s stayin’ till they come?” 
“ That depends on circumstances,” repli¬ 
ed the gentleman. “ I would not like to 
board you all your lifetime unless you’ll 
consent to go to work.” 
“ So you think I hain’t got clocks.” 
“ Certainly I do.'’ 
“ Well then your brother has run away 
xvith them.” 
“ I assure you, sir, I never had a brother, 
and 'T you have entrusted your clocks to 
any one purporting to be such I would not 
give you your supper and lodging for all 
you’ll ever see of them-again.” 
Poor fellow. The fact that he had been 
cheated outright, now for the first time 
flashed across his mind. A diligent search 
was made —but the “ stranger ” could no¬ 
where be found; and all that could b* 
learned respecting him was that a suspi¬ 
cious looking person had been for some days 
hanging about the tavern, feigning drunk¬ 
enness, and, as afterward appeared, watch¬ 
ing for some such opportunity to help him¬ 
self away. 
Poor Philip returned home on foot though 
reluctantly and with a heavy heart —abun¬ 
dantly satisfied with his “ experience,” and 
fully determined to “stick to the farm” with 
his father, and share with him the luxuries 
of a farmer’s home. Mr. Donley cheer¬ 
fully paid up for the clocks *,'h’en his note 
became due, fully satisfied that it was a 
good investment. Young Philip has since 
grown to be a man of respectability and 
influence, and is now one of the wealthiest 
farmers in the State. 
The Jug with the Bottom out. —In one 
of Dr. Tyng’s travels he had met with an 
emigrant journeying with his family to the 
fertile regions beyond the Mississippi. He 
had all his worldly goods packed on wag¬ 
ons, and on one wagon there hung a huge 
jug with the. bottom knocked out. He ask¬ 
ed him why he carried that with him. — 
“ Why,” said he, “that’s my Taylor jug.” 
“And what is a Taylor jug?” asked my 
ftiend. “ Why,” said he, “ I had a son 
with Gen. Taylor’s army in Mexico, and the 
old General always told him to carry his 
whiskey jug with a hole in the bottom; and 
since that I have carried my jug as you 
see it; and I find it the best invention I ev¬ 
er met with.” 
Wit crab Minor, j Doutl/s Corner. 
GENUINE, GRAND RESTORATIVE. 
We have heretofore refused to publish patent 
medicine advertisements in the Rural at any price, 
but we are moved to insert the subjoined pro hono 
■publico. Having tried it, vve can and do most 
cheerfully commend Dr. Pump’s wonderful resto¬ 
rative as the most simple and natural remedy for 
many of the ills that flesh is heir to—and one 
which has been known, though not fully appreci¬ 
ated, since creation’s early morn. We copy from 
the Central New-York Journal, (Vernon, N. Y.,) 
and should be happy to make the acquaintance of 
the man who does the Dr.’s advertisements: 
DOCTOR S. PUJNIP’S 
GREAT LIQUID RESTORATIVE! 
Procured from a well in Oneida 
County, 40? feet deep, and cures every 
possible form of disease. 
Doct. Pump feels delicate about lauding his in¬ 
valuable compound, hut seeing the wonderful 
cures it has wrought, he would consider himself 
guilty of inhumanity did he not offer it for sale to 
the public. Doct. Pump has been worked upon 
by the handle of these considerations, to forego his 
own inclinations and prolits, for the sole benefit of 
his fellow men. Doct. Pump and Nature have 
put their heads together and concocted this Great 
Restorative, whereby (as Doct. P. believes,) all 
diseases shall be driven from the world at large, 
and from Oneida County in particular. .Doctor 
Pump’s reservoir is full of the longest certificates 
(some of them over three feet) of astonishing 
cures by this Great Restorative, which can be seen 
at any time by applying at the side door of his of¬ 
fice. This medicine has been used with the great¬ 
est success, in Germany by the name of wasser; 
in Italy as aqua; in Fiance (before Napoleon 2d 
came on) as eau; and in Spain they called it agua. 
Doct. Pump has established agencies in all those 
countries, but in England there is such an opposi¬ 
tion to everything American, that the agent re¬ 
turned disgusted in the last steamer. Doci. Pump 
will mention a few of the complaints in which the 
G. R. has peculiarly happy effects. 
W orms —of all kinds, but more especially still 
worms. The Doct. has a sworn statement of one 
destroyed by the G. R., which measured fifty- 
seven feet in length! The patient was entirely 
prostrated, but soon recovered and felt better than 
he had for many years with this monstrous worm 
about him. 
Fits. —An old toper of Rochester was so fitted 
into a muddy gutter of that city, that it was the 
most astonishing case of fits ever known; hut by 
the use of Doct. S. Pump’s G. R. f he was com¬ 
pletely restored, and gratefully declared that he felt 
iike a new man. 
Another case of fits. A poor fellow from Pine 
Plains had such a strong fit of hand-cufl's and fet¬ 
ters, that lie was compelled to keep in the house 
for seven years and six months; but a strict diet 
and careful behavior brought him out, and the G. 
R. prevented a recurrence of the fits. 
Still another. A boy had a violent fit of the 
sulks, when one application of the G. R. to his 
head, brought him to. 
Corns. —A gentleman was very much afflicted 
with corns, frequently two or three times a week, 
hut by a persevering use of Doct. Pump’s G. 11., 
he was entirely relieved; and to Doct. P.’s knowl¬ 
edge, hasen’t been corned once during the last six 
months. 
Falling Sickness. —Aloaferhadaseriouscom¬ 
bination of diseases, being liable to suddenly fall 
prostrate in the street, with strong symptoms of 
FZaUulency, Debility, Dizziness, Hiccups, Strabis¬ 
mus, Opthalmia, or All-in-your-eye, and Drop- sy, 
followed by vomiting, and occasionally ending with 
slight symptoms of mortification. By the constant 
use of the G. Liquid Restorative for three months, 
this man’s dreadful sufferings were slowly, but 
surely relieved. 
Tic-Doi.oreaux —or running up a doleful liquor 
account on “ tick ” at the grocery. Summer and 
Winter complaint, Goneness, Blind Staggers, 
Chronic Miscellany, Paralysis, Headache in the 
morning, Neuralgia and Old-ralgia, Carbuncles, 
Casualties, Cholera Mopus, Small Pox, Large 
Pox, Chicken Pox and Christmas Pie. 
No family should be without this priceless Re¬ 
storative. 
Beware of counterfeits! Base imitators attempt 
to palm off Lemonade, Soda-Water, Egg Nogg, 
Milk Punch, Mint Julep, Sherry Coblers, Root 
Beer, Spruce Beer, Hop Beer, Ginger Beer, and 
sometimes molasses and water, as the genuine 
Restorative; but dear people don’t touch ’em.— 
They ain’t no more like Doct. Pump’s Liquid, 
than potato whisky is like pure, cold spring water. 
Doctor Pump’s main office is at Vernon, N. Y., 
at the intersection of Verona and Main Streets, 
where the Great Liquid Restorative can be had in 
pint pitchers, quart pitchers, gallon pitchers, or by 
the pail-full—cheaper than any other patent med¬ 
icine whatever. 
Agents in all the principal cities and villages.— 
New York agent, Mr. Croton, all over the city; 
Boston Agent, Signor Cochituate. 
New York State papers insert five times and 
send account to Doct Street Pump, Vernon, N. Y. 
A Good Reason. —Blitz had a bright lit¬ 
tle fellow on the stand to assist him in the 
“ experiments.” 
“ Sir,” said the signor do you. think I 
could put the twenty cent piece which that 
lady holds, into your coat pocket?” 
“ No,” said the boy confidently. 
“ Think not ?” 
“ I know you couldn’t,” said the little fel¬ 
low with great firmness. 
“ Why not?” 
“ Cause the pocket is all torn out!” 
Good.— The lower the office, the more 
insolent you will find the occupant. The 
President is more accessible than the Sec¬ 
retaries, while the Secretaries are much 
more accessible than the Clerks. The most 
insolent man connected with the White 
House is a footman. The less brains a man 
has the more he runs away with the idea 
that being “sassy ” is being dignified. 
In one of our schools, the other day, a 
small scholar was asked by the mistress, 
who discovered America, and he replied: 
“Yankee Doodle.” The teacher did not 
faint. 
“ Attempt the end, amt never stand to doubt; 
Nothing’s so hard, but search will find it out.’ 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
ACROSTICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 2! letters. 
My 1, 20, 3, 3 is a boy’s nickname. 
My 2, 11,3 is a girl’s name. 
My 3, (3, 3, 3, 20, 18 is a gill’s nickname. 
My 4, 9, 21, 7 is a girl’s name. 
My 5. 15, 3, 3. 5 is a hoy's name. 
My 0, 11, 2 is a girl's nickname. 
My 7, 1, 1, 4 is a girl’s name. 
My 8, 10, 10 is a girl’s name. 
My 9, 6, 10. 7 is a girl’s came. 
My 10, 18, 3. 3 is a girl’s nickname. 
My 11, 15, 5, 8 is a girl’s nickname. 
My 12, 9, 0, 14. signifies one. 
My 13, 0, 1 is a girl’s name. 
My 14, 18, 33 is a sir-name. 
My 15, 5, 5, 0. 21 is a boy’s name. 
My 16, 18 33, 18 is a girl's nickname. 
My 17, 18, 13, 18, 5 is a hoy’s name. 
My 18, 3, 3, 8 is a girl’s name. 
My 19, 6, 5, 19, 18 is a boy’s name. 
My 20 5. 7 is a boy’s name. 
My 21, 7, 13 is a hoys nickname. 
My whole is the name and residence of a young 
friend of the author. Lillie. 
HP Answer next week. 
For the Rural New-Yorker. 
GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 27 letters. 
My 13, 19 5 is a city of Europe. 
My 9,,10, 7, 7, 25, 10, 13, 10 is a river in the Uni¬ 
ted States. 
My G. 2, 18, 22, 7 is a county in New York. 
My 11, 19, 26, 23, 2, 24 is a country in Europe. 
My 7, 24, 13, 10, 12 is a portion of the Holy Land. 
My 20, 5, 23, 25, 26, 3, 8, 2, 21, 7 is a city in the 
United States. 
My 1, 16, 4, 18. 25, 20 is a county in New York. 
My 18, 10, 21. 10, 7 is one of the Barbary States. 
My 15, 13, 12, 21, 27, 4, 10, 20 is a county in N. Y. 
My 7, 2, 10, 11. 22 is a river in France. 
My whole is on» the best conducted academics 
in N. Y. State audits location. Y. s. m. 
Elbridge, N. Y. 1851. 
U’ Answer next week. 
For the Rural New-Yorker. 
A PUZZLE. 
A word in English you will find; 
Six letters it contains, 
From which if one be taken away, 
Exactly eight remains. a. b. c. 
tLpAnswer next week. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &c. IN NO. 87. 
Answer to Biblical Enigma.—“ Children obey 
your parents in all things, lor this is well pleasing 
to the Lord.” 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma.—Phipp’s Un¬ 
ion Female Seminary. « 
Answer to Puzzle.—Not-ice. 
Answer to Charade in No. 81. 
Five letters in the word combine, 
As vve have seen in other rhyme. 
The first is n,—is found in mind, 
The next is e, as we can find. 
By knowing ’tis the last of lie. 
And fifth is l, and fourth is i, 
From what we’ve got, we now can sec, 
That fourth, and doubled fifth will he 
“ The cause for which mankind's disgraced,” 
By which much good is now erased. 
Let’s now reverse these—all save one, 
And we sh 11 hnve what some have done; 
And then supply a third, as v, 
The whole are found as you may see; 
Since ull mankind have lived we know; 
And this reversed, the word will show. 
Phelps, N. Y., 1851. o. d. b. 
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All orders (post-paid) accompanied with remittances, 
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8 mo. 8, 1831. ' 8(5-It. 
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