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TECS WORKING-MEN. 
BY CARLOS D. STUART. 
The noblest men I know on earth, 
Are men whose hands are brown with toil. 
Who, back’d by no ancestral graves. 
Hew down the wood and till the soil, 
And win thereby a prouder name 
Than follows Kings or Warrior’s fame. 
The working-men, w hate’er their task, 
Who carve the stoue or bear the hod, 
They wear upon their honest brows 
The royal stamp and seal of God; 
And worthir arc their drops of sweat, 
Thau diamonds in a coronet. 
God bless the noble working-men ! 
Who rear the cities of the plain, 
Who dig the mines and build the ships, 
And drive the commerce of the Alain — 
God bless them, for their swarthy hands 
Have wrought the glory of ail buds. 
For the Rural New-Yorker. 
WORK ON. 
Work, yes, work on, ardently, earnestly, 
energetically. We have all a work to do, 
requiring every moment of the short span 
of our earthly existence. All Human pro¬ 
gress is achieved by toil. Seo the lasting 
monuments which it has erected ! Work is 
interwoven with our being—it is the destiny 
of life—aye our life itself “It is the con¬ 
dition which God has imposed upon us in 
every situation in life. There is nothing 
worth having which can bo had without it.” 
It is our strength, our wealth, and our hap¬ 
piness. Industry is the guardian angel ol 
our land. It is the indissoluble bond which 
hinds together in a common brotherhood, 
man with man, society with society, high 
with low, .state with state, and nation with 
nation. Civilization itself is but another 
name for labor. Slowly and arduously it 
advanced at first, until by rapid strides it 
has reached its present elevation and dig¬ 
nity. 
Work, mentally and physically is the mo¬ 
ving spring of every new invention, or as¬ 
tounding discovery, whether useful or beau¬ 
tiful. The cultivated intellect, enchaining 
us with its eloquence, the sinewy arm, the 
ruddy glow of health which mantles the 
cheek, all bear the impress of work. The 
world no longor recognizes nobility but in 
the worker. Fame smiles her approval not 
upon the idler lolling in the luxury of wealth 
acquired by the sweat and toil of ancestry* 
or extorted by usury from the poor and un¬ 
fortunate. No! honest toil is receiving the 
recompense so justly her due. Mankind 
arc no longer judged by the quality of thei 
apparel; for though the diamond bo rough 
ly encased, “A man’s a man for a’ that.” 
Work is not only the duty of life, huttlr 
perfection of its •enjoyment. It subdues th< 
passions and vices which idleness engenders 
If tho young were early habituated to use 
ful employment, how much less of immor 
ality would insidiously creep into thei 
minds. It produces a self respect, and ; 
self dependence which elevates man fa 
above the level upon which indolence place 
him; tho consciousness within himself o 
gonuino worth—of not having lived in vain 
B. A. UN. 
CONTENTMENT. 
A LITTLE PARABLE FROM THE GERMAN. 
It happened once, on a hot summer’s da; 
that I was standing near a well, when a lii 
tie bird How down seeking water. Thor 
was, indeed, a large trough near tho we! 
but it was empty, and I grieved for a me 
ment to think that tho little creature mus 
go away thirsty; but it settled upon th 
edge of tho trough, bent its little head down 
wards, then raised it again, spread its wing 
and soared away, singing: its thirst was ap 
peased. I walked up to the trough, an 
there in tho stonework I saw a little hoi 
about the size of a wren’s egg. The wate 
held there had been a source of revival air 
refreshment; it had found enough for th 
present and desired no more. This is con 
tentment. 
Again, I stood by a lovley sweet-smellim 
flower, and there came a boo humming am 
sucking; and it chose tho flower for its fieh 
ot sweets. But the flower had no honey.— 
This 1 knew, for it had no nectary. Wha< 
then, thought I, will the boo do ?’ It cam- 
buzzing out of tho cup to tako a furtlie 
flight; hut as it came up it spied tho sta 
mens full of golden farina, good for making 
the wax, and it rolled its little legs agains 
them till they looked like yellow hose, a 
tho boo-keepers say; and then, thus heavil 
laden, flew away homo. Then I said, “ Thoi 
earnest seeking honey, and finding none 
hast been satisfied with wax and hath store* 
it for thy house that thy labor might not hi 
in vain. Thou likewise shall be to me i 
lesson of contentment.” 
Tho night is far spent—tho dark night o 
trouble—that sometimes threatened to clos* 
around us, but the day is at hand: even ii 
the night there were stars, and I have look 
on them, and been comforted; for as om 
set I could always see another rise, and oacl 
was as a lamp showing me somewhat of th< 
depth of the riches both of tho wisdom an* 
the knowledge of God. 
Lay by a good store of patienco, but b< 
sure and put it where you can find it. 
MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL 
INFLUENCE OF CITIES. 
It is a very common practice among 
moralists, to inveigh against the evils and 
wickedness of. groat cities; to represent 
them as a kind of excrescence upon the body 
politic, tolerated simply because they cannot 
be removed, and permitted to exist like 
some hereditary disease which cannot be 
eradicated. They look upon tho concentra¬ 
ted wickedness of men, which of course 
gathers strength and intenseness from that 
very concentration, and attribute its exist¬ 
ence to men dwelling in crowds. They com¬ 
pare the protection of property in the coun¬ 
try, with tho hazards of its theft and spolia¬ 
tion in the town, and attribute it to the dif¬ 
ference of morality in the aggregate of 
citizens. The dweller of a remote inland 
district, who never felt the necessity of a 
lock upon his granary, or door, and who 
sleeps securely without the aid of bolt or 
bar, comes to town and is astonished to find 
his city cousin is compelled to carry a latch 
key, and keep his front door bolted in the 
open day. He meets police officers at street 
corners during all hours of the day and night, 
whose argus eyes are upon the movements 
of tho crowd. Ho sees a wretched inebri¬ 
ate staggering along the walk, or an un¬ 
principled profiigato pursuing his career of 
profanity and vice : he observes ill looking 
hags and miserable ragged children over¬ 
hauling the ashes and sweepings of the shops; 
he sees wealth and poverty, superciliousness 
and humility, surfeited abundance and pinch¬ 
ing want, joyous hilarity and sorrowing la¬ 
mentation, mingling in an ever-flowing tide; 
and contrasting all tnis with the quiet, peace¬ 
ful, and comparative moral purity of his 
own secluded neighborhood, exclaims— 
“ God mado tho country, but man made the 
town!” 
Yet, for all these evils, which it must be 
acknowledged exist in the city, there is a 
counterbalancing good. The wickedness, 
the crime, and tho poverty which congre¬ 
gate within its walls, are notgenerated there. 
The streams of pollution that pour in from 
all quarters, bring into the great receptacle 
the worst characters of all the surrounding 
agrestic regions, as the great ocean receives 
tiie waters of the plains. But the current 
which brings in tho worst, brings in also the 
best men. Energy, activity, intelligence and 
virtue also congregate, and. unite in tho pro¬ 
duction of great and beneficent results. In¬ 
dividual effort, and insulated human action is 
comparatively nothing. The united exer¬ 
tion of a thousand intelligences and a thou¬ 
sand hands is necessary to push on any great 
enterprise; and this concentration of ener¬ 
gies can only bo effected by a concentration 
of individuals. Most of the productions of 
the arts, most of the discoveries in science, 
most of the means mado use of for the pro¬ 
gress of civilization, are obtained from com¬ 
munities of men. 
Such a superiority, however, is not innate. 
The city obtains its intellectual as well as 
physical life from country sources; and if 
the source of supply was cut oft' would in the 
end become extinct. In the city the means 
of development and expansion, the facilities 
for acquisition, and the opportunity to be¬ 
come distinguished, hold out strong induce¬ 
ments to tho active, energetic and aspiring, 
and hence tho great, tho wise and the am¬ 
bitious, the orator, tho politician, the scien¬ 
tific man and the philosopher, meet as at a 
common focus. Tho city also holds out 
facilities for the practice of unlawful and 
immoral pursuits and pleasures; and as a 
consequence, the worst classes of society are 
likewise attracted thither, and thus many of 
the country towns are drained of tho worst 
members of society. Neither the one class 
or the other are the necessary production 
of the locality, but are concentrated from a 
large space of country over which the city 
exercises a metropolitan control. 
Balancing tho good and evil influences of 
cities upon the interests of humanity, it 
would he found that so far from being an 
excrescence upon tho body politic, civiliza¬ 
tion itself could not exist without them.— 
Boston Journal. 
ABOUT COURTING. 
There is something in the idea of court¬ 
ing which causes an indescribable thrill.— 
Wo have just read the following account of 
how the ladies do up these things in Rome, 
and which may otter them some useful hints: 
A Roman lady who takes a liking to a 
foreigner does not cast her eyes down when 
ho looks at her, hut fixes them upon him 
long, and with evident pleasure—nay, she 
gazes at him alone, whenever she meets him 
m company, at church, at tho theatre, or in 
her walks. She will say, without ceremony, 
to a friend of the young man,—“Tell that 
gentleman I like him. If the man of her 
choice feels the like sentiment, and asks, 
“ Are you fond of me?” she replies with the 
utmost frankness, “ Yes my dear.” 
There, that is coming to tho point at once, 
and not going round about with blushes and 
simpering, and finally get out “ no,” when 
yes is intended. What is tho use of making 
such a stammering and stuttering about it 
when ono is overjoyed with pleasure. 
Tho ladies of Romo do not seem to bo at 
all troubled with any undue restraints of 
delicacy and modesty. They say what they 
think, and act accordingly. On tho con¬ 
trary, our American ladies are so modest 
and bashful, that they let all tho good op¬ 
portunities slip through their fingers while 
they are blushing behind a fan. They would 
not for the world let a young man suppose 
thoy cared anything about him, though they 
might bo dying with love. Now we think 
it best to split the difference. Tho Roman 
ladies go rather too fast, and American ladies 
a little too slow? Our advice is that you 
tako for your “ platform” tho “ compromise,” 
and unite tho two Medium ground is 
generally safe. But don’t forget time is 
flying. 
THE WASHINGTON FAMILY AT DINNER. 
Dr. M’ Whirr’s forthcoming autobiogra¬ 
phy contains the following passage. Dr. 
M’ Whirr was the teacher of tho academy at 
Alexandria, which two of General Washing¬ 
ton’s nephews attended: 
At the dinner-table, Mrs. Washington sat 
at the head, and Major Washington at tho 
loot. The Genoral sat next Mrs. Washing¬ 
ton on her left. He called upon me to ask 
a blessing before meat. When the cloth 
was about to be removed, he returned thanks 
himself. Mrs. Washington, with a smile, 
said, “My dear, you forgot that you had a 
clergyman dining with you to-day.” With 
equal pleasantness he replied, “My dear, I 
wish clergymen, and all men, to know that 
I am not a graceless man.” 1 was frequent¬ 
ly at Mount Vernon, and saw him frequent¬ 
ly at Alexandria; nor did I ever see any 
person, whatever might be his character or 
standing, who was not sensibly awed by his 
presence, and by the impressions of his 
greatness. The vivacity and grace of Mrs. 
Washington relieved visitors of some of that 
feeling af awe and restraint which possessed 
them. He was uniformly grave, and smiled 
but seldom; but always agreeable. His 
favorite subject of conversation was agricul¬ 
ture, and he scrupulously avoided, general 
society, topics connected with politics, or 
tho war, or his own personal actions. As 
all tho world knows, he was most regular in 
his habits. He went into his study, it is 
said, about four o’clock in tho morning.— 
He continued there till breakfast, which he 
took with his family, and then visited his 
plantations. lie returned at noon, and his 
dinner hour was three o’clock. He was then 
open to the calls of his friends, and to the 
society of visitors. No ono acquainted with 
his habits thought of calling upon General 
Washington in tho morning. He took the 
liveliest interest in our academy, and in the 
cause of education generally, and uniformly 
attended our exhibitions. 
BOOTS AND POTATOES 
The following little incident happened 
way up west, and is graphically told by the 
Green Bay Advocate. 
We never could have thought that so 
homely a combinaiion of things as “ boots 
and potatoes,” could suggest a subject for 
a passing newspaper paragraph, or a deli¬ 
cate picture in human life; but it really is 
so, and happens in this wise. On tho road 
tho other day, going at a slapping pace with 
horses and cutter, a girl by tho way-side 
asked us to take her in. fche was very thin¬ 
ly clad for so cold a day, and had a pair of 
man’s boots, filled with''potatoes. So, find¬ 
ing she had three long miles to travel in 
that cold weather, we made a place for her 
and her freight, and before she left us, she 
told us in her childish simplicity how she 
had traveled three miles to get her father’s 
boots mended, and was just returning; how 
her grandmother was very ill, and the shoe¬ 
maker had sent her sotne potatoes; all about 
her being thirteen years old, and the only 
one in the family who had boon kindly 
spared in health to take care of her father, 
brothers and grandmother, who had all been 
sick; about the cattle destroying their little 
crops, and how glad grandmother would be 
to get the potatoes; how her father was to 
start to-morrow with tho oxen on a lono- 
journey, to bring home a sick brother; and 
how she wished father had such nice horses 
and such a warm sleigh to bring him homo 
with. 
Wo sot her down at the crossings of a 
road near her home, and drove on, thinking 
how her arrival with those mended boots for 
father and those potatoes for poor sick 
grandmother, would be a grander thing 
than the triumphal entrees of queens or 
kings. And when the shades of night began 
to fall, that sober little face and slight form 
was still before us; but the face seemed 
brighter, almost dazzling.—the faded and 
scanty dress was transformed into robes of 
white, and it seemed to us that we had “ en¬ 
tertained an angel unawares? 
LOOKING TROUBLED. 
TnERE is a good deal of truth, somewhat 
roughly expressed, in the following para¬ 
graph. People who give themselves a hab¬ 
it of looking troubled, in the hope of excit¬ 
ing sympathy, will do well to lay it to heart: 
“ If every pain and care we feel 
Could burn upon our brow, 
How many hearts would move to heal 
That strive to crush us now.” 
Don’t you believe it! They’d run from 
you, as it you had the plague; you couldn’t 
see the tails of their coats as they disap- 
peared round the nearest corner. “Write 
your brow” with any thing else but your 
“ troubles,” if you dont want to be left solus. 
You’ve no idea how “good people” will pity 
you when you tell your doleful ditty !— 
They’ll “ pray for you,” and give you advice 
by tho bushel, “ teel tor you,”—every where 
but in their pocket-books—and wind up by 
telling you “ to trust in Provideace,” to all 
ot which, you teel very much like replying 
as the old lady did, (who tound herself spin¬ 
ning down hill, “ will-ho nill-he,”) “ / trust¬ 
ed in Providence till the tackling broke!” 
Now let me tell you—just go to work and 
he-w out a path for yourself; get your head 
above water, and then snap your fingers in 
their pharasaical faces! Never ask hi favor 
till you are drawing your last breath, and 
never torget one it you find a generous soul 
on terra tinna. “ Write your own troubles 
on your brow!” That man was either a 
knave, or what was worso, a fool. I suppose 
he called himself a poet; all I havo to say 
is, it’s high time tho city authorities took 
away his “ license.” 
To bo happy is a blessod state; and that 
every man may havo, if ho pleases. 
AND EAMILI NEWSPAPER. 
Jfox tin Jalbies. 
[Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker.] 
LILLA MINE. * 
How I loved thee, Lilia mine, 
All those winning ways of thine— 
Eyes of mildest, brightest blue, 
Hair of golden, sunny hue, 
Sparkling, dancing in the light, 
Like a fairy vision bright— 
Voice so sweet I cannot tell, 
But I loved them all too well. 
Dearly, closely, Lilia mine. 
Round this heart thou didst entwine— 
Guarded wast thou, with a fear 
Lest some harm or danger near, 
Trembling, hoping, for I knew 
Love for thee too fondly grew: 
First-born, light and life of homo, 
Idol soon thou didst become. 
But an angel came one day, 
Bore my cherished one away— 
Took my only darling one, 
Left me in my grief alone; 
Lone and drear the household hearth, 
Gone, all sound of joy or mirth. 
And my heart felt torn by years, 
Old I grew in bitter tears. 
Sad, they laid her, Lilia mine, 
’Neath ihe green and twining vine— 
Lilies pure above her head, 
Roses white around her bed— 
Her fair form beneath the sod. 
Her sweet spirit gone to God; 
And the bud I treasur'd here 
Blossom’d in a Heavenly sphere. 
Years have flitted swiftly by, 
Still I feel her ever nigh ; 
If I gaze upon the skies, 
Look I on her love-lit eyes— 
When the wind doth gently blow, 
Hear I then her voice so low; 
Oft to me in dreams at night 
Comes she in her robes of light. 
Thou wilt never, Lilia mine. 
Leave that angel-home of thine; 
Never wilt thou come to me, 
Dearest I shall go to thee; 
Wilt thou guide my footsteps o'er, 
’Till I reach that happy shore ? 
Shall I meet that smile of thine, 
Loved and lost one, Lilia mine ? 
Rochester, February, 1853. Azile. 
* Lilla, only daughter of D. D. T. and A. E. Mcore,— 
died September 5, 1847, aged 1 year and 22 days. 
For the Rural New-Yorker. 
THE TRUE POSITION OF WOMAN. 
BY A FARMER’S WIFE. 
Tins subject is ono on which much ink has 
been shed, tho effect of which in many cases 
has been to “ darken counsel by words with¬ 
out knowledge” and much sensible advice has 
also been given in tho right direction. The 
subject of woman’s true position, has been 
presented to my mind with an interest never 
before felt, by witnessing the novel attitude 
assumed by females in the late Temperance 
movement at Albany. 
That tho advancement of tho cause of 
Temperance is a good object, none will be 
disposed to deny. Woman in this cause has 
availed herself of her “right’s to address 
grave Legislators in person, and demand of 
thorn, the passago of a law for the suppres¬ 
sion of the sale of intoxicating liquors; nay 
more,’to make drunkenness a cause for di¬ 
vorce, or elso to give woman tho right of 
voting, making her eligible to hold any of¬ 
fice, and exercise the law-making power 
equally with men. I have not “ Mrs. Stan¬ 
ton’s address” before me, but if I recollect 
aright, it contemplated making “ drunken¬ 
ness in man” a cause for divorce. When 
asking this at the hands of tho Legislature, 
why not give them an equal chance to free 
themselves and children from tho fallen 
wife whose intemperance makes the home 
doubly desolate ? On this feature in the 
address I am not disposed to dilate, as it 
met opposition from some of tho speakers 
on the occasion to which I have alluded. 
That women should petition tho Legisla¬ 
ture to adopt somo measures to free them 
from the evils inflicted by tho monster In¬ 
temperance, is perfectly right and proper: 
and if the tens of thousands of the misera¬ 
ble victims of this vice could utter a uni¬ 
versal wail that should reach the ears and 
hearts of every man engaged in the traffic 
in ardent spirits, then might we hopo for 
freedom from this great social curse. In 
bringing about “ a consummation so de- 
voutedly to be wished,” is it necessary that 
females should “ mount tho rostrum ?” or is 
it likely that Legislators would pay more 
attention to a petition brought in person, 
than if sent by tho legal representative ?— 
Though courtesy and curiosity moved them 
to suspend their rules, and listen respect¬ 
fully, as far as outward hearing was con¬ 
cerned, to tho harangues of females in semi¬ 
male attire, think you a proper regard for 
our sex was heightened by an exhibition in 
which they would have blushed to seo their 
our wives and daughters engaged? 
Until the physical laws are suspended it 
appears to mo to be perfectly preposterous 
for woman to place herself, voluntarily, in 
tho front of the battle of life. Often, too 
olten, is she placed there by the force of 
circumstances, and when placed there by 
such force, if she fights her battles with the 
proper weapons, sho will always receive the 
sympathies and support of those of the 
othor sex, whose friendship is worth possess¬ 
ing. Tho great and tho good, among men, 
are at this moment striving for the real ele¬ 
vation of our sex,* not to tho “ Speaker’s 
desk’ or tho “ Presidential chair,” but to a 
moral and intellectual standard by which 
we shall be enabled to discharge a high and 
holy duty, almost entirely intrusted to us by 
that Omniscient Wisdom that gave to wo¬ 
man a condition of bein<r, that eminently 
qualifies her for tho care and training of the 
infant, tho weak, tho helpless and distressed 
of all ages and conditions; and yot, the 
helpmeet, the adviser, the consoler, and, I 
had almost said, the guide of man. Let us 
to whom so much is given, be careful lest 
wo transcend the limits of that “ wisdom” 
which “is justified of her children.” 
Do those who advocato tlio right of wo¬ 
man to vote, ever seriously consider the 
endless confusion and trouble that might 
arise out of tho oxerciso of differences in po¬ 
litical opinions, perhaps honestly held by 
husband and wife ? Ilow, few wives could 
peacefully and gracefully buckle on the 
armor of political strifo. Ilow I would like 
to know, is tho mother of a family to per¬ 
form her natural duties toward them, and 
lead in an electioneering campaign? for wo¬ 
men must havo leaders, and are ambitious 
as well as men. While woman is engaged 
in tho turmoil of public lifo, will not some 
wolf creep into her unprotected fold, and 
destroy the tender lambs ? Intemperance 
still stalks abroad, and while she has been 
canvassing tho State and lecturing against 
this vice, how can sho know that the hus¬ 
band, son, or brother, who has missed tho 
wife, tho mother, or the sister, whose smiles 
were wont to gladden the cheerful hearth, 
has not sought a substitute among compan¬ 
ions who havo already pressed the wine-cup 
to their yielding lips, and chained them to 
the car of a Demon more fatal to their 
moral well-being than the wheels of Jug- 
gurnant, to the lives of his prostrate victims? 
While the mother is abroad, how can she 
feel sure that the daughters of her cherish¬ 
ed affection are secure from the insidious 
advances of those destroyers of female pu¬ 
rity and happiness that stalk abroad undis¬ 
mayed in every community ? 
Those of mv sex who can assume a half¬ 
masculine dress, harangue a mixed multi¬ 
tude, and receive their “bravos” without a 
blush, may accuse me of possessing anti¬ 
quated notions. If to think that such a 
position is an improper and unbecoming ono 
for “ maid or matron” to place herself in, 
is an antiquated prejudice, I plead guilty to 
the charge. 
At the opening mooting of the “Woman’s 
Temperance Convention,” Mrs. Fowler, of 
New York, read a discourse on the subject. 
Could I have read that paper by my own 
fireside, or have heard Mrs. Fowler read it 
in a company of females only, I certainly 
should havo enjoyed so beautiful a produc¬ 
tion. As was observed by one of the speak¬ 
ers on that occasion, “we women are more 
accustomed to tho use of tho tongue than 
tho pen.” Could this remark with justice 
be reversed, I think we should be in a fairer 
way to see somo of the more reasonable 
wishes realized of those who are making 
pilgrimages to “Womens’ Rights Conven¬ 
tions.” 
With the numberless facilities that now 
exist for diseminating opinions on any sub¬ 
ject, could not those female reformers reach 
thousands by their pens, where tens listen 
to their verbal appeals ? and if their argu¬ 
ments are sound, any reflecting mind would 
be more likely to ponder and be convinced 
by their reasoning if read, than if heard un¬ 
der tho excitement produced by the novelty 
of tho fomalo voice on a public stage. Let 
not American women complain of a too 
limited sphere while they are capable of 
using those endowments with which a benef¬ 
icent Father has invested them. The field 
of female usefulness is much broader than 
has hitherto been occupied, and it is in the 
power ot woman, without improper arro¬ 
gance or display, to show to tho world by 
the fruits of her labors that sho is worthy 
and capable of standing by the side of man, 
encouraging and strengthening him in every 
good work and resolve. May we more 
earnestly endeavor to bo like her of whom 
the “ wise man” has said—“ Sho openeth 
her mouth with wisdom, and in her tongue 
is tho law of kindness. Her children rise 
up and call her blessed ; her husband also, 
and ho praiseth her.” 
Truthfulness is a corner stone in char¬ 
acter, and if it is not firmly laid in youth, 
there will evor after be a weak spot in the 
foundation. 
Some ladies will forgive silliness; but none 
ill manners. And thero are but few capa¬ 
ble ot judging of your learning or genius; 
but all of your bohavior. 
The lovo of the beautiful and tho true, 
like the dew drop in the heart of the crystal, 
remains forever clear and limpid in the in¬ 
most shrine of the heart. 
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