MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTU RAL AND FAMILY JOURNAL. 
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' ONE SIO&Y’S GOOD TILL ANOTHER IS TOLD- 
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I There’s a maxim that all should he willing to mind— 
’Tis an old one—a kind one—and true as ’tis kind ; 
’Tis worthy ot your notice wherever you roam, 
And no worse for the heart if remembered at home ! 
If scandel, or censure, he raised ’gainst a friend, 
Be the last to believe it—the first to defend 1 
) Say to-morrow will come—and then time will unfold 
( That “ one story’s good till another is told 1” 
! A Friend’s like a ship, when with music and song 
The tide of good fortune still speeds him along; 
But see him when tempests hath left him a wreck, 
And any mean billow can better his deck, 
v But give me the heart' that true sympathy shows, 
) And clings to a messmate whatever wind blows ; 
) And says—when aspersion, unanswer’d, grows bold— 
i Wait— “ one story’s good till another is told 
KNOW THYSELF. 
< The mind should be constantly improv- 
) ing. Every day should add something to 
) its wealth,—something that will increase its 
| capacity, or incite it to more lofty struggles 
) for the good that may be attained by all. 
> It is noble to lead the mind along the paths 
c of Wisdom and Truth—that Wisdom and 
v and that Truth which are over ali, above 
) all, and pervading all;—which are seen no 
: less in the blade of grass than in the great 
> sphere—no less in the dew-drop than in 
I the mighty cataract—and heard in the 
bird songs and rippling waters and all gen¬ 
tle sounds, as well as in the thunder’s voice 
and amid tempest tones. Such teachings 
humble the heart at its own weakness and 
ignorance. They give the man a purer and 
) a loftier life, raising him above envy, and 
1 shedding upon his way the vivifying sun¬ 
shine of Charity and Universal Love.— 
They help him in that great study to know 
himself. 
' Tupper urges the matter with great 
> weight; his words are gems of living Truth: 
) “ Acquaint thee with thyself, O! man! so shalt 
thou be humble; 
) The hard, hot desert of thy heart shall blossom 
with the lily and the rose, 
( The frozen cliffs of pride shall melt, as an iceberg 
( • in the tropics; 
> The bitter fountains of self-seeking, be sweeter 
than the waters of the Nile. 
) But if thou lack that wisdom,—thy frail bark is 
> doomed; 
| On stronger eddy whirling to the dreadful gorge. 
) Untaught in that grand lore, thou standest cased 
) in steel, 
| To dare with mocking unbelief, the thunderbolts 
) of Heaven.” 
! “ Know thyself,” though a human aphor- 
> ism, is but the embodiment of a truth im- 
> 
> pressed on our very natures; and he is false 
J to his fellows, and false to every sterling 
| principle of honor, who would stifle the 
! solemn investigation, and strive not to know 
i himself. The greater this self knowledge, 
- the greater is the man, the more noble is 
he, and the more truly successful, for, /is 
the same author has it, 
“ By knowledge of self thou pro vest thy power; 
So shalt thou catch with quick hand the golden 
ball of opportunity; 
Thou shalt ward off special harms, and have the 
svvuy of circumstance, 
And turn to thy special good tlie common currents 
of events; 
Choosing from the wardrobe of the world, thou shalt 
suitably clothe thy spirit, 
Nor thrust the white hand of peace into the gaunt¬ 
let of defiance; ^ 
The soldier shall let alone the distnff, and the scribe 
lay down the sword; 
Calm shalt thou be as a lion in repose, conscious of 
passive strength, 
And the shock that splitteth the globe, shall not 
unthrone thy self possession.” 
It is a life long study, yet full of rich 
feasts and 'golden harvests, leading to the 
better way that tendeth to better things— 
wherein wisdom shineth with a perfect 
light. So should we improve each oppor¬ 
tunity to strengthen the better impulses 
that we may press on the more undaunt¬ 
edly, working earnestly in our sphere as 
though we would each, 
“ In the world’s broad field of battle, 
In the bivouac of Life, 
Be not like dumb, driven cattle, 
But a hero in the strife.” t. e. w. 
ABUSE OF PEN POWER. 
The temptation to the abuse of pen-pow¬ 
er is greater as the mind of the editor is 
more little. It is so easy to do brilliant 
tilting in the editorial lists, by slashing alike 
at the offending and unoffending! Abuse 
is the easiest, as courtesy is the most diffi¬ 
cult kind of writing to make readable; and 
as it is a relief for the smooth-faced card- 
player to vent, before he sleeps, his pent- 
up malice upon his wife, so a heart naturally 
ill-willed makes a purulent bile-spigot of a 
pen —relieved, so the venom is spent, no 
matter upon what. There is so seldom good 
cause to be ill-natured in print, that it would 
* be safe, always, when reading an ill-natured 
criticism, to “ smell the rat” of a bad heart 
near by.— JV. P. Willis. 
Middle age and the decline of life which 
lessen our sense of enjoyment, increase our 
love of life; and we find, as we journey on 
the longer we live, the more tenaciously we 
cling to life. 
'MmAUOS. SC ' " 
SIR 'JOHN FRANKLIN. 
One of the most interesting events of the 
year, says the Rochester Democrat, is the 
return of the American expedition which 
went in search of Sir John Franklin, who 
with his crews has been for six years lost to 
his country and friends, in the polar regions 
of the north. This expedition, consisting of 
two staunch vessels expressly provided for 
it, and constructed with extraordinary 
strength, originated in the generous spirit 
ol Henry Grinnell, of New York, an enter¬ 
prising ship-owner. The two vessels sailed 
from New York in May, 1850, and return¬ 
ed to the same port on Tuesday, the 30th 
of September, having been absent a little 
more than fifteen months. 
Much was expected from this attempt 
on the part of Americans to disclose 
the fate of the navigators who had 
been so long absent. Lady Franklin her¬ 
self, who has kept hope alive in her heart 
when it failed almost altogether in all others, 
wrote to Mr. Grinnell expressing her grati¬ 
tude for his efforts, and her conviction that 
it might be the glory of the American ex¬ 
pedition to discover her long lost husband. 
To show the firm faith of this devoted wo¬ 
man, we may mention that she enclosed in 
the letter to Mr. G. a package for her hus¬ 
band, to be delivered in case Capt. Haven 
should fill] in with him. Surely, the failure 
of finding any clue to the fate of Sir John 
must fall with a weight like despair upon 
her heart. 
Sir John Franklin, says the Farmer and 
Mechanic, was born at Spilsby, in Lincoln¬ 
shire, England, in 1786. ~ At the early age 
of fourteen he entered the royal navy As 
midshipman. We next , hear of him pm- 
barking on a voyage of discovery to New 
Holland, on board the Investigator, com¬ 
manded by Capt. Flinders. During this 
voyage he was wrecked on the east coast 
of that island, where he remained with the 
crew for eight weeks, when they were re¬ 
lieved by a vessel from Port Jackson. 
Mr. Franklin next proceeded to Canton, 
and on returning from thence to England, 
he was assigned the station of flag-midship- 
man on board the Bellerophon. He was 
on this vessel during Nelson’s victory of 
Trafalgar, and distinguished himself for skill 
and bravery. In October, 1S07, was placed 
on board the Bedford, in which ship he re¬ 
mained nearly eight years, employed on the 
Brazil, North Sea, and West Indian stations. 
In 1818, Lieut. Franklin was given the 
command of the Trent, on a voyage of dis¬ 
covery to the Polar Sea, north of Spitzber- 
gen, under the orders of Capt. Buchan.— 
..Another expedition was sent out at the same 
time under Capt. John Ross, to explore the 
coast east of North America, within the 
Arctic Ciicle. 
Early in 1819, John Franklin was ap¬ 
pointed by Earl Bathurst to the command 
of an overland expedition from the shores 
of Hudson’s Bay to the Arctic Ocean. The 
principal object of this expedition was to 
learn more about the geography of the 
northern portion of North America, which 
at that time was little known. He arrived 
in England on his return from the expedi¬ 
tion in October, 1822. In 1823, he was 
married to Eleanor Ann, daughter of Mr. 
Porden, an eminent artist. This lady early 
manifested talentas a poetess; and her poem 
entitled the “ Arctic Expedition,” led to her 
marriage with Capt. Franklin. 
In 1825, he again set out in command of 
an overland expedition through North Amer¬ 
ica. His departure from England was un¬ 
der circumstances severely trying. His 
wife was lying at the point of death, yet, 
with heroic fortitude, she urged him to leave 
on the very day appointed; entreating him, 
as he valued her peace and his own glory, 
not to delay a moment on her account.— 
This was, indeed, a severe struggle between 
the affections and a sense of duty; but he 
started at the appointed time, and his wife 
died within a day or two after his departure. 
Capt. Franklin returned from this expe¬ 
dition in 1827, passing through the citv of 
New York, on his way to England. Du¬ 
ring his journey to the Polar Idea, he ob¬ 
tained the name of Great Chief among the 
Indians, who became very much attached 
to him. Though a bold and daring adven¬ 
turer, and nobly brave when bravery was 
needed, lie was noted among them for his 
kindness and gentleness. 
On the 5th of November, 1828, Captain 
Franklin was married to his second wife, 
Lady Jane Franklin. She was the second 
daughter of John Griffith, Esq., of Bedford 
Place, London. In April, 1829, Mr. Frank¬ 
lin received the honors of knighthood, in 
consequence of which he is called Sir John 
Franklin. In August, 1830, he was ap¬ 
pointed to the command of the Rainbow, 
destined for the Mediterranean station. 
He afterwards became Governor of Van 
Diemen’s Land. On returning to England, 
in 1815, from his arduous services on that 
island, he received the command of another 
exploring expedition, to attempt once more 
a solution of the existence of a Northwest 
Passage. This expedition was to proceed 
by water in the ships Erebus and Terror, 
which had returned but a short time previ¬ 
ous from an Antarctic expedition, under the 
command of Sir James C. Ross. 
These vessels were refitted and supplied 
with every convenience which the repeated 
Arctic expeditions could suggest, together 
with provisions sufficient to last the crew, 
consisting of about 138 persons, for three 
years. On the 19th of May, 1845, they 
departed from England, and on the 28th 
of July following, were heard from at Mel¬ 
ville Bay. Since that period no reliable in¬ 
telligence has been obtained in regard to 
their fate. 
A SNAKE CHARMER. 
A writer from Paris in the St. Louis 
Republican describes a remarkable instance, 
of snake-charming, as follows: 
“ The snake-charmer was seated on the 
ground after the fashion of his country, 
with his snakes all around him; two or three 
of them were of the most enormous size, 
almost as large as a full grown boa. He 
would take them up in his hands, let them 
wind round his legs, arms, body, neck and 
head; stick out their forked tongues and 
kiss him on the hands, the lips, the eyelids, 
and present their heads or tails to him, as 
he commanded them. While the spectacle 
was proceeding in the most successful way, 
one of the largest snakes slipped off, unno¬ 
ticed by the Arab, or apparently so, anti 
dragged itself along, got out of the crowd, 
everybody, you may be sure, giving it a 
clear space. Just outside of the circle two 
dogs were playing together. The serpent 
no sooner spied them than he raised his 
head, and in another moment was busy 
winding himself about the body of one of 
unfortunate animals. The poor dog really 
screamed with fright. It was like the 
scream of a human being. The Arab no 
sooner heard it, and understood the cause, 
than he got up, went to the spot, and with¬ 
out touching the serpent at all, spoke a few 
words, and the creature instantly uncoiled 
itself slowly until it left the dog free, and l 
assure you, one of the canine race never 
ran as fast as that dog did as soon as he got 
loose. The surprise of the spectators of 
this scene knew no bounds, and pieces of 
silver were literally showered into the 
Arab’s turban.” 
He who does good to another man, does 
good also to himself; not only in the conse¬ 
quence, but in the very act of doing it, for 
the conscience of well doing is an ample 
reward. 
The more self is indulged, the more it 
demands, and, therefore, of all men, the 
selfish are the most discontented. 
MAXIMS OF ROCHSFGUCAULT. 
— 
The following are among the apothegms 
of La Rochefoucault, most frequently quo¬ 
ted, and those to which he is most indebted 
for his reputation as an observer, a thinker, 
and a writer: 
We promise according to our hopes, and 
perform according to our fears. 
It is with (rue love as with apparitions; 
eveiy one talks of it, but few have ever 
seen it. 
Love of justice in the generality of men 
is only the fear of suffering from injustice. 
It is more disgraceful to distrust one’s 
; friends than to be deceived by them. 
Every one complains of his memory, and 
no one complains of his judgment. 
A refusal of praise is a desire to be prais¬ 
ed twice. . 
When our vices quit us we flatter our¬ 
selves with the belief that it is we who quit 
them. 
In the intercourse of our life we more 
oftener please by our faults than our good 
qualities. 
In the adversity of our best friends we 
often find something .which does not dis¬ 
please us. 
It is not so dangerous to do evil to the 
■ majority of men as to do them too much 
good. 
Gravity is a mystery of the body invent¬ 
ed to conceal the defects of the mind. 
What is called liberality is most often only 
the vanity of giving, which we like better 
than the thing we give. 
Absence diminishes moderate passions, 
and increases great ones, as the wind ex¬ 
tinguishes tapers, and adds fury to tire. 
We often pardon those who weary us, 
but we cannot pardon those whom we weary. 
We seldom find people ungrateful as long 
as we are in a condition to render them 
services. 
We confess our little faults only to per¬ 
suade others that we have no great ones. 
We have few faults which are not more 
excusable than the means we take to con¬ 
ceal them. 
The truest mark of being born with great 
qualities is being born without envy. 
Our enemies come nearer the truth in 
their judgments of us than we do in our 
judgments of ourselves. 
In their first passions women love the 
lover, in the others they love. 
MOONLIGHT ON THE ISTHMUS. 
Lady Wortley, in her travels gives the 
following glowing description of moonlight 
on the Isthmus : 
“We rode silently on, overwhelmed with 
admiration, and after some time through the 
thick forest, which made the moonlight ap¬ 
pear like a soft illumination through an era- 
eral colored glass or transparency, we sud¬ 
denly emerged from the woods on a clear¬ 
ing ; and so dazzling was the flood of light 
that poured down upon us, that I exclaimed 
to -that we must have been mistaken 
in the hour, as it was broad daylight. But 
a glance overhead, where the triumphant 
sovereign of the night was riding in her 
zenith, pouring, I may say, snowing down 
rays of intense white light on every side, 
undeceived me. It was truly splendid ; 
the air seemed all powdered crystal or 
shining diamonds. The heavenly arch look¬ 
ed so high and so clear, that the eve seem¬ 
ed to see for a million of miles, up and 
up, and the air appeared all One Star ; 
verily, the glory sank and melted into the 
very soul.” 
EDUCATION. 
The education of man, and above all, of 
a Christian, is the education of duty, which 
is most forcibly taught by the business and 
concerns of life, of which even for children, 
especially the children of the poor, book 
learning is but a small part. There is an 
officious disposition on the part of the up¬ 
per and middle classes, to precipitate the 
tendency of the people towards intellectual 
culture in a manner subversive of their own 
happiness, and dangerous to the peace of 
society. It is mournful to observe of how 
little avail are lessons of piety taught at 
school, if household attentions and obliga¬ 
tions be neglected in consequence of the 
time taken up iu school tuition, and if the 
head be stuffed with vanity from the gen¬ 
tlemanliness of the employment of reading. 
— Wordsworth. 
The best impromptu in English is said 
to be the following; perpetrated by the 
author of the “Night Thoughts,” when 
two ladies, with whom he was walking in 
the garden, (one of them his “ intended,”) 
compelled him to leave them, to answer a 
summons from the Duke of Wharton, his 
patron: 
“ Thus Adam looked when from the garden driven, 
And thus dispuied orders sent from Heaven; 
Like him I go, hut yet to go am loth; 
Like him 1 go, for angels drove us both; 
Hard v\us his fate, but mine still more unkind; 
Ilis Eve went with him—mine remains behind.” 
The world is a looking-glass, and gives 
back to every man the reflection of his own 
face. Frown at it, and it will in turn look 
sourly upon you; laugh at it, and with it, 
and it is a jolly, kind companion. 
BHKiil 
SONNET: TO LADY FRANKLIN. 
BY A. WALLACE THAXTER. 
Time hath no power to stay thy heaven-born hope, 
Despair finds not its dwelling in thy breast; 
Romance no Spartan matron hath can cope 
With thee—of woman bravest and the best— 
In daring courage'and in dauntless will! 
Each lingering spark of hope seems fled, yet still 
Bold in thy purpose, with determined soul, 
Though grim forebodings of a tortuous death 
All heartstrings sever with a dirge-like knell, 
Thy hope shall cease but with thy latest breath 1 
Ah, thou devoted 1 doomed for life to part 
From the loved idol of thy trusting heart. 
Once, once again with all-eternal love, 
Thou’lt meet the long-lost pilgrim in the starry world 
above 1 | Boston Post. 
FLOWERS- 
Oh bring flowers and strew them on the < 
pillow of the friend thou lovest. Thou art 
not ill, and knowest not how dear to the 
heart above all other gifts, are fresh flowers 
placed with a gentle hand around the ach- ' 
ing head, and accompanied with words of 
holy love and cheerful, submissive, trust in 
God. Thou lovest not most that friend from 
whom at distant intervals thou has receiv¬ 
ed the costly token of affection, but that 
one who daily brings to the altar an offer¬ 
ing made sacred by a warm heart’s love, 
and wreaths around thy brow a garland of 
newly gathered flowers, calling with gentle 
words, a smile to thy lips once more, and 
praying that God may keep thee. It is 
true the flowers fade, but the same hand 
is ready to replace them with others all 
freshly plucked, to cheer thee with their 
sweet perfume and tell thee thou art not 
alone, but hast a home in one fond heart. - 
Is not this to “ bear each others burdens,” 
and support the weary knee that bends be¬ 
neath the load ? s. s. l. 
FILIAL AFFECTION. 
A few days since, as I was carelessly 
passing through the beautiful cemetery at 
Cleveland and reading the silent memorials 
of the dead, my attention was arrested by 
a monument representing a beautiful little 
child that had fallen asleep while strewing 
flowers on the grave of its mother. The 
affecting tale was depicted in the sculptured 
marble too plainly to be mistaken. 
I inquired of the sexton the reason of 
the design, who informed me that the moth¬ 
er of that child died when she was but six 
years old. Her father, at the earnest soli¬ 
citation of his sister, finally' consented to 
part with his little daughter, and let her go 
and live with her aunt, in Michigan. A 
sad foreboding told the widowed father it 
would be their last parting—and as the lit¬ 
tle girl bid farewell, and stepped on board 
the steamboat that was to carry her to her 
new home, the tears coursing down the 
father’s cheeks, told of. a sorrowful heart. 
The little child, as the boat left the moor¬ 
ings, seeing the distress of her father, called 
to him—“ Don’t cry, pa, I will come back 
soon.” 
Scarcely had she reached her new home 
when she was seized with a sickness so 
violent and rapid in its termination, that the 
same mail that informed her father of her 
sickness, also brought the sad intelligence 
of her death. 
Just as the rattling throat gave warning 
notice of the death struggle, the little suf¬ 
ferer looked up into the face of >her aunt, 
and evidently was anxious to say something 
which her feelings rather than her weak¬ 
ness prevented. Her aunt asked her what 
she wanted to say. 
“ Oh, it’s no matter,” said the little suf¬ 
ferer—“ but when I am dead, tell Pa to 
bury me by the side of mother.” 
This was the last struggle of Nature— 
she was dead. 
“ That child,” said the Sexton, as he 
brushed a tear from his eye, “ was my lit¬ 
tle daughter.” 
Conversation of a true Lady.— Her 
words in discoursing are rather fit than tine, 
very choice and yet not chosen. Though 
her language be not gaudy, yet the plain¬ 
ness thereof pleaseth; it is so proper and 
handsomely put on. Some having a set of 
fine phrazes, will hazard an impertinency to 
use them all, as thinking they give full sat¬ 
isfaction for dragging in the matter by head 
and shoulders, if they dress it in quaint ex¬ 
pressions. Others often repeat the same 
things; the Platonic year of their discours¬ 
es being not above three days long, in 
which term all the same matter returns 
over again, thread-bare talk, ill suiting with 
the variety of their clothes. 
It is pleasant to see an innocent child, 
just budding into life—just beginning to 
lisp the words of its mother’s tongue. With 
no care upon its brow, free from art and 
guile, without deceit, it but lisps the feel¬ 
ings of conscious innocence. 
Form one upright, genuine resolve, and 
it will uplift into higher air your whole 
being. 
