MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YOR KER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY JOURNAL. 
For the Rural New-Yorker. 
SALUTATION TO A DEW-DEOP. 
BY MRS. M. A. WALKER. 
Good morning sparkling dew-drop, thou beauteous pearly 
gem, 
How fresh and pure that blade of grass which ’neath thy 
touch doth bend, 
Clasping thee fondly in her arms, knowing by far too well 
That thou must leave Iter kind embrace in misty lands to 
dwell. 
Good morning, merry dew-drop, the blooming rose so 
bright, 
Grows brighter and more lovely, rs she hails the dawning 
ligld, 
And sweeter farthe perfume those who pass her now, 
For having from thy lips received a kiss upon her brow. 
Good morning, little dew-drop, beneath thy magic wand 
Each gentle flower more lovely grows, since from thy tiny 
hand 
So much of strength, angelic grace and beauty hath been 
given; 
They, like a throng of spirits pure, have come to us from 
Heaven. 
Farewell, thou short lived treasure, on fairy wings thou'st 
sped, 
And left us weeping here on earth, for one so swiftly fled, 
But we will ne’er forget thee, on our hearts thy image 
hear, 
And bless the moment that we met the lovely dew-drop 
fair. 
Oakland Co., Mich., Aug., 1851. 
Bkcid) 
THE PATRIOTIC QUAKER LADY. 
A TALE OE THE EEVOLUTION. 
— 
A volume narrating the many high spiiit- 
ed acts, performed by the American women 
of the Revolution, of all ranks of life, would 
make one of the most interesting books of 
our country’s annals. Time, in its ever 
sweeping course, has buried in oblivion facts 
worthy of everlasting remembrance, because 
there wa3 no chronicle to mark down the 
events of the period. But there exist tradi¬ 
tionary stories in many families which can 
be gathered, and they shall be chronicled 
—and among such sketches, the women of 
the Revolution—noble hearted—shall not 
be forgotten. 
Seventy-five years ago, there stood upon 
the summit of “ Murray Hill,” a handsome 
country seat, the residence of Robert Mur¬ 
ray, a Quaker merchant of much eminence 
in New York.* It was a beautiful country 
mansion, surrounded with gardens and fruit 
trees, and just far enough from the city, as 
it existed at that day to be delightfully rural 
and undisturbed from the encroachment of 
unasked city visitors. 
It was toward the hour of two, on a mild 
afternoon in September, 75 years by gone, 
that a lady in the garb of a Quakeress stood 
upon the portico of this dwelling, looking 
anxiously into the road which passed about 
a hundred yards in front. Her counten¬ 
ance was mild, but then expressed great 
anxiety—and not without reason, for ever 
and anon was heard the loud peal of the 
cannon, and the rattling fire of musketry, 
as if men were engaged in deadly strife, 
and now and then a faint cheer arose amid 
the clangor of arms. 
Up the road, in rapid retreat, passed large 
bodies of soldiery. Artillery men rode along 
at the head of their pieces, and baggage 
carts and ammunition wagons mingled in 
the melee. It was evident the Americans 
were leaving the city in rapid flight to save 
themselves from being cut off from the in- 
trenchments on the upper part of the Island. 
Three or four negro servants of both 
sexes stood near to her, to whom she from 
time to time addressed herself. Presently 
a black fellow came rushing towards the 
house, from a branch of the road, his eyes 
protruding from fright, and his mouth ex¬ 
tended from ear to ear. 
“ Oh, Missus! down in de meadow near 
de bay, is a hundred- dead sojers, and de 
English are driving the Mericans wid guns 
and swords before dem! Oh, missus, sight 
is horrible!” 
“ Thee says truly, Cato—the sight is hor¬ 
rible. Why, oh God! will men butcher 
each other, defacing the image of their Cre¬ 
ator ! and for what ?” 
“ Oh, see, Mussus?” exclaimed several of 
the servants. 
Four soldiers in the blue and buff uni¬ 
form of the Continentals, turned from 
the road up the broad avenue, filled with 
trees, which lead to the house, bearing up¬ 
on alitter of reversed muskets a young man, 
from whose body the blood was oozing so 
fast that it marked the track along the whole 
path. On they came towards the mansion. 
“ Cato! Maggy! bring instantly a mat- 
trass and pillows, and place them here in 
this shady spot Fly, all of thee! Poor 
youth! poor youth! he is dying.” 
The faithful negroes were absent but a 
moment before they returned with a mat- 
trass, pillows, sheets, and blankets, and placed 
them in a cool corner of the wide portico, 
which extended the whole length of the 
mansion. The soldiers came up, and the 
leader of the party addressed the lady; 
“ Madam, our ensign is badly wounded. 
Our captain directed us, claiming your lib¬ 
erality, to leave him here. The surgeon 
will soon follow.” 
“ Thee has done right. The shelter God 
has bestowed upon me shall ever be open 
to the unfortunate. Poor youth! poor 
youth! she exclaimed as they laid him upon 
the mattrass. 
The young officer opened his eyes and 
gazed around him. His age was not. more 
than twenty—fair-haired and fair-skinned, 
but pale, very pale—for the signs ol death 
were too strongly marked on his white and 
even brow to be mistaken. His eyes were 
of deep blue; as they fixed their glance up¬ 
on the fine expressive features of the Qua¬ 
ker lady, he murmured almost audibly — 
* l Mother!” 
“ Poor boy! thou hast a mother living, 
then—one who perhaps is now lifting her 
voice to God to save thee from the dangers 
of the bloody calling in which thou hast 
fallen. Raise his head, soldier, a little more. 
He will soon be at rest.” But the last sen¬ 
tence was murmured to herself. 
The surgeon now came rapidly up the 
avenue, and was soon at the side of the 
youth. He felt his pulse, opened his vest 
and two gun shots were seen around which 
the blood was fast congealing. 
“ Poor Dick, be has seen his last fight ” 
said the surgeon. “ Either of these wounds 
madam, is mortal—he can not live at long¬ 
est half an hour. Follow your companions, 
men, the foe is close behind. My good 
lady farewell, 1 can be of no use here. Let 
me ask of you the favor to get this poor 
bov buried by the enemy, when they inter 
their own dead.” He bent hastily over the 
dying ensign, wiped away a tear, and rush¬ 
ed out after the soldiers. 
The good Quaker lady took one hand of 
the youth in her own and passed her other 
over his clammy brow, where the cold drops 
of approaching death were fast gathering. 
He opened his eyes for the last time, smiled 
upon the woman whose gaze was now fixed 
upon him, murmured faintly “Dear moth¬ 
er!” clasped her hand convulsively, and the 
next instant ceased to exist! 
The lady said not a word. She rose 
from her recumbent posture, drew a snow- 
white linen sheet over the body, and, with 
a stifled sob, looked again down the avenue. 
In different portions of the open orchard 
appeared soldiers bearing the dying forms 
of their comrades, which they laid carefully 
down, and then rushed rapidly towards 
their regiments, passing down the main av¬ 
enue. In the space of a moment, more 
than a dozen soldiers were placed in this 
way directly around the mansion. 
Summoning her servants one and all, the 
o-ood lady went into the orchard to aid the 
poor dying soldiers as far as lay in her pow¬ 
er. Her attention had not thus long been 
given, before an officer, in the blue and buff 
uniform of Washington’s staff came riding 
at full speed up the road, and turning with¬ 
out slackening his speed, toward the man¬ 
sion. He reined in his steed as he reached 
the lady, observing her kind actions towards 
the soldiers. 
Have I the honor of addressing Mrs. 
Murray ?” 
<• if thee means the wife of Robert Mur¬ 
ray, I am what thou callest me,” replied 
the lady looking up. 
“ My dear madam, pardon my address. 
The kindness 1 see displayed tells me I am 
not mistaken. The commander-in-chief 
has sent me to ask the favor, if possible, of 
your detaining the advance of the British 
troops by receiving Sir William Howe and 
his associates with your usual civilities, as 
they will probably stop to take a glass of 
wine, if requested . 7 ’ 
“My dear madam”—-and he bowed his 
head nearer to the lady, as if in private 
conference—“a portion of our troops are 
yet in the city and they can only escape by 
the Bloomingdale road. You may prevent 
the march of the enemy across the Island.” 
“Tell your General young man, that I 
shall offer General Howe all the civilities 
in my jiower!” 
“Thanks, Mrs. Murray —thanks!” and 
the aid rode away. 
Not more than five minutes had elapsed 
from the time the officer departed, when 
the sound of martial music with notes of 
victory filled the air, and proclaimed move¬ 
ments of advancing troops. Mrs. Murray 
went down to the road, and with two or 
three attendants waited their coming. 
Indeed it was a brilliant spectacle! An 
advanced corps of cavalry, in scarlet uni¬ 
forms, came gallantly up the hill, their 
trumpets and kettle drums “discoursing 
most eloquent music ”—next followed a 
company of grenadiers, then a large num¬ 
ber of officers in rich uniform. The fore¬ 
most officer on horseback was Sir William 
Howe, commander-in-chief of the British 
forces. In frame of body and stature, Sir 
Willihm equalled Washington, both being 
above the ordinary height. Here the com¬ 
parison stopped. The countenance of the 
British General, so say historians, was harsh, 
dark and forbidding, now and then light- 
incr up by a smile which seemed more dis¬ 
agreeable than prepossessing. Onward 
came the cavalcade, until they reached the 
gate at which Mrs. Murray was standing, 
upon whom all eyes were instantly turned. 
“Will thee not stop and refresh thy- 
selves for a season at my mansion? Thee 
must be fatigued!” she said, addressing 
herself to Sir William Howe and the offi¬ 
cers immediately about him. I 
“ Really, Clinton, I think we may as well 
accept this good lady’s offer for a few mo¬ 
ments. The troops have had hot work so 
far, and a general rest will not be amiss.— 
Madam we accept your offer with pleasure, 
the more so as it shows you to be a loyal 
friend of his Majesty, whom I now humbly 
represent as commander-in-chief of his for¬ 
ces in North America.” 
“ I am alike the friend of King George 
and of Congress—of William Howe and 
George Washington. It becomes me not, 
a poor weak thing of God’s making, to dis¬ 
like any of his creatures.” 
Sir William Howe bowed, he was too 
polite to argue political matters with the 
good Quakeress. He rode into the open 
park, after commanding a general halt of 
ten minutes for the refreshment of the 
troops, followed by Sir Henry Clinton, Gen. 
Ivnyphausen, commander of the Hessians, 
Lord Percy, Generals Leslie and Grant, 
and his staff were dismounted and followed 
Mrs. Murray to the mansion. 
Refreshments of cake, wine and cold 
meats were ordered out upon the lawn in 
profusion, of which the officers partook 
freely—and tradition says that Sir Henry 
Clinton, who was a great bon vivant, re¬ 
marked to his superior officer in an under¬ 
tone “ that if the cellars of the mansion 
contained any large quantity of such Ma- 
deria, he should like to be billeted there 
for the campaign.” 
In the meantime Mrs. Murray had di¬ 
rected Cato the black servant, privately to 
go to the top of the mansion, and the in¬ 
stant he saw a large body of men pass a 
certain point on the Bloomingdale road to 
give her the information by signal. I may 
as well remark that from the hill the road 
could not be perceived, but from the cupola 
of the dwelling it was very easily seen. 
Nearer an hour than the ten minutes Sir 
William Howe gave orders for the halt of 
his troops had passed away, yet still before 
the mansion he lingered with his officers. 
Mrs. Murray had entertained them not only 
with refreshments but conversation. The 
younger portion of the officers had entered 
the orchards and amused themselves with 
gathering the fruit with which the trees 
were bending, ripened under the sun of an 
early autumn, and thus time had slipped 
away unawares. 
At length Cato made the requsite signal 
and Mrs. Murray turning to the British 
commander, said— 
“ Wilt thee and thy officers step with me 
to the portico of the mansion ? I have a 
sight for thee all.” 
This was uttered in so quiet and grave a 
tone, that the merriment at their triumph 
over the “ rebels ” instantly ceased, the 
glasses were put down, and Sir William 
Howe and his Generals followed the Qua¬ 
keress as requested. Leading them to the 
end of the portico, she stooped down, and 
lifting the sheet, uncovered the body of the 
poor continental ensign. 
Handsome even in death were the fea¬ 
tures of the youth. His fair curling hair 
blew lightly over his marble cheek, in the 
soft breeze. The buff lining of his uniform 
was deeply streaked with his life blood, 
which had gathered in a clotted pool upon 
the mattress! The sight was indeed one 
to awaken emotions in the sternest breast. 
“ Who among ye will answer to God and 
this boy’s mother for the bloody deed!” 
said Mrs. Murray, raising her eye calmly to 
the group of officers. 
“To horse, gentlemen! Madam, such 
are the fortunes of war. Thanks for your 
courtesy! Farewell!” This was the only 
response of Sir Wiliam Howe. What more 
could he say ? In a few moments the blast 
of the trumpets, and the sound of the 
drums and fifes told that the troops were 
ou the march to triumph and victory— for 
a season. Thank God, it was only for a 
short season. 
The main facts of this sketch are true. 
Mrs. Murray, the patriotic Quakeress, by 
detaining Sir William Howe, saved a large 
body of American troops—near upon three 
thousand—under the command of Putnam, 
who would have been penned up in the 
city with his men if the Britisli army bad 
crossed the Island sooner. Might not the 
loss of three thousand troops to Wash¬ 
ington at that time have been sufficient to 
change our whole destinies, as regards a 
Republic ? It is a grave thought. At any 
rate all honor to Mrs. Murray, the Quaker 
lady of olden time. 
Tits wisest social philosophers have done 
little more than start themselves on their 
proposed courses, and their followers have 
i arely come up with them. A philosopher 
who is equal to his theory may not despair 
of re-creating the world; but we must find 
our philosopher. The health-doctor who 
for a dollar offers to put you in a way of 
living for ever, is subject tobillious attacks, 
and shudders as much as yourself at the 
undertaker. 
The arrogance of English journalists is 
certainly amusing. But some apology may 
be offered for men who have not got be¬ 
yond the Greeks in believing all the world 
barbarous except Attica. 
junior. 
PRIZE EFFUSION. 
The following “stauzer” was sent to the Com¬ 
mittee on Jenny Lind’s prize song, some months 
since. The author was presented with a hat; 
“ When a feller falls in luv 
he duz ware a white kid glov, 
and lets the barber scrape his chin, 
and wears a flashy buzzum pin, 
and puts on lots of splendid close, 
and wares tite boots on his toes, 
and smells just like the sprouting rose, 
all newly sprung in Joon. 
But if he duz the mittin git, 
what Phancy Pheelinx round him flit, 
he grows all over melancholler, 
and hides behind a standin’ Kollar.” 
Gov. Briggs has a good deal of quiet 
humor in him. As one of the Commis¬ 
sioners to locate the new Asylum, he visit¬ 
ed the strong Democratic town ol Middle- 
borough, in Plymouth county. In setting 
forth its claims, one of the citizens of the 
place, among other things, declared that 
the people of Middleborough had never 
hanged witches, banished Quakers, nor 
whipped Baptists. “ I beg your pardon, 
sir,” said his Excellency, with that court¬ 
eousness of manner and speech which has 
made so many friends, “but you whipped 
one Baptist last year.”— Lowell Courier. 
I A good story is told, of a daughter of 
Erin, a servant in one of our city families. 
The first day she made her appearance in 
the kitchen, the lady of the house was pres¬ 
ent to initiate the unsophisticated “ help ” 
in the mysteries of cooking. In preparing 
the dinner, she desired the girl to bring 
her the “spider.” 
“ The what, marm ?” inquired Biddy with 
great astonishment. 
“Why, the spider,” replied the lady of 
the house. 
“ The spidher, is it ? Och! and do ye ate 
spidhers in this counthry!” 
A Small boy, not more than six years 
old, in reply to a man expressing his sur¬ 
prise that a Baker’s horse did not start at 
the explosion of crackers around him on 
the 4 th, pertly said: 
“Why, sir, that horse has carried crack¬ 
ers these forty years.” 
Modest Request. —A new song is ad¬ 
vertised, “ Oh, give me back but yester¬ 
day !” A companion to the above, “Oh, 
could you spare to-morrow, love!” is in 
preparation; to be afterward followed by 
the sequel lyric of “ You liavn’t got such a 
thing as next week about you, have you ?” 
One who has but little mind is the most 
ready to give others “a piece” of it. I 
once heard it remarked of a certain person, 
that it was not strange that her mind was 
almost gone, as she had given so many peo¬ 
ple “ a piece ” of it. 
“ Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt; 
Nothing's so hard, hut searcli will find It out.” 
For the Rural New-Yorker. 
ASTRONOMICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 20 letters. 
My 1, 13, 18, 15, 17, 6 was one of the fabled 
Gorgons. 
My 5, 9, 2, 6 is one of the Pleiades. 
My 16, 6, 20, 8, 14, 2, 15, 4 was a Latin poet. 
My 9, 7, 2, 13, 3 is one of the constellations of the 
Zodiac. 
My 7, 9, 3, 6, 14, 9, 4, 11, 18 is a star in the con¬ 
stellation of Leo Major. 
My 13, 7, 2, 18, 6, 20, 15, 4 is a constellation; also 
the ancient name of a river in Europe. 
My 13, 12, 2, 7 is a star in the constellation of Pe¬ 
gasus. 
My 4, 2, 7, 8, 15, 3 is the constellation which fore¬ 
told to the Egyptians the rising of the Nile. 
My 18, 2, 6, 20, 11 was adored by the Ephesians. 
My 8, 7, 2, 17 is one of the Asteroids. 
My 15, 7, 11, 12, 13, 4 is one of the planets 
My l, 9, 7, 3 is one of the planets. 
My 18, 13, 20, 18, 19, 7, 11 and 19, 3, 20, 13 are 
ruins in Egypt remarkable for their astrological 
remains. 
My 5, 8, 7, 11 is a noted star in the constellation 
Cestus. 
My 19, 12, 13, 6, 4 wns a Greek poet. 
My 6, 18, 7, 2, 9, 12 was the emperor who built a 
city on the banks of the Nile in honor of An- 
tinous. 
My whole is the name of the author’s instruct 
ress. Accacia, 
Mexico, Indiana, Sept., 1851. 
(£7” Answer next week. 
For the Rural New-Yorker. 
PROBLEM. 
With guineas and moidores, the fewest w hich way, 
Six hundred and twenty-one pounds can 1 pay? 
If paid.every way ’twill admit of, what sum 
Do the pieces amount to?—my fortune to come. 
West Somerset, N. Y., 1851. Asher. 
Answer next week. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &c, IN NO. 91. 
Answer to Historical and Acrostical Enigma.— 
William H. Goodwin, Rochester. 
Answer to Enigma.— Agriculture. 
Answer to Illustrated Charade in No. 90.— Death- 
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