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MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YO RKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
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THE OLD LOG HUT. 
BY R. SINCLAIR. 
Down by the river our log hut stands, 
Where father and mother once dwelt, 
And the old door latch that was worn by our hands, 
And the church wherein we knelt. 
Years, years have passed since that happy time, 
But the river keeps rolling along, 
And the rippling sound on the mossy bank 
Is singing the same old song. 
Kow, row, row your boat, 
Gently down the stream ; 
And all that's past, is gone you know, 
The future's but a dream. 
There stands the tree we used to climb, 
And the mill with its rolling din, 
And the old wharf-boat, there it used to float 
Where the school-boys used to swim. 
High grass grows on the master’s grave, 
And the river keeps rolling along, 
And tho birds and the bees, the blossoms, the trees, 
Are siuging the same old song. 
Row, row, row the boat, 
Gently down the stream; 
All that is past is gone, you know, 
The future's but a dream. 
NATHAN, THE WISE MAN. 
TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN FOR THE RURAL NEW-YORKER, 
BY S. TUSKA. 
[Wo have been furnished with a transla 
tion of a portion of this celebrated drama 
of Lessing. The whole is too long for our 
use, but we copy below a portion of tho 3d 
Act, containing a fine oriental parable, 
introduce it, we will give a brief statement 
of the preceding part of tho drama. Sul 
tail Saladin, hearing much of tho wisdom of 
Nathan, a rich Jew of Jerusalem, calls him 
before him with the pretence of putting 
to the test, but with the real purpose of ex 
torting money, should ho fail to satisfy all 
his questions. Ho asks him which religion 
or law appears tho most just, that of tho Jow, 
the Mussulman, or the Christian ? declaring 
himself at a loss to choose between them 
and anxious for information from a man so 
wise and just as Nathan. Tho Jew, seeing 
his whole purpose, replies by relating the 
story bolow:] 
JYathan. — In former ages there lived a 
man in the East who possessed an inostima 
bio ring, obtained from a beloved hand 
The stono in it was an opal, which presented 
a hundred beautiful colors, and had the 
secret and miraculous power of making him 
who wore it, in good faith, pleasing to God 
and man. It is not surprising, therefore 
that the man of the East never suffered it 
to como off from his finger, and determined 
to retain it in his house forever. This ho 
accomplished as follows :—He gave the ring 
to tho dearest of his sons, and commanded 
that he again should bequeath it to that one 
of his sons who was most dear to him 
and that the most beloved, without regard 
to birth, should bo the head and prince of 
the house. 
Thus this ring descended from son to son 
finally to a father of three sons, who were 
all equally obedient to him, and whom ho 
consequently could not forbear to love equal¬ 
ly. Only from time to time, sometimes the 
one and sometimes the other, (just as each 
happened to be alone with him, and the 
other two did not share his outpouring 
heart,) seemed to be worthy of the ring, and 
ho had the gentle weakness to promise it to 
each. Thus the affair went on smoothly as 
long as it could. But when tho hour of 
death came, the good father was very much 
at a loss. Ho is sorry thus to mortify two 
of his sons, who were relying upon his word. 
What must be done ? He secretly sends 
for an artist, and orders him to make two 
rings like the one he possesses, and spare 
no expense or work to make them perfectly 
resemble tho genuine. The artist succeeds 
in this, and having finished them, ho brings 
them to the father, who cannot himself dis¬ 
tinguish tho genuine from the counterfeit. 
Glad and full of joy, he calls his sons, each 
separately, and having given each his bless¬ 
ing,— and his ring,— the father dies. Do 
you hear, Sultan ? 
Saladin. — (Who had turned aside per¬ 
plexed,)— I hoar. Only finish your tale 
quickly. Will it soon bo at an end ? 
JY. —It is already, for what follows is un¬ 
derstood of itself. As soon as the fathor 
is dead each one of the sons comes with his 
ring, and wishes to be the head of the house. 
In vain do they examine, complain and quar¬ 
rel. It was impossible to prove the genuine 
ring;—(aftor a pause, in which lie expects 
the Sultans answer,) — quite as impossi¬ 
ble as now the true religion. 
Sal. —What! is this to be the answer to 
my question ? 
•Y.—This will only excuse me if I do not 
venture to distinguish the rings which the 
father requested to be made, with the inten¬ 
tion that they should not bo distinguishable. I 
Sal. —The rings ! Do not make sport 
with me. I thought that the religions which 
I mentioned to you, were distinguishable as 
far as dross, as far as food and drink are 
concerned. 
JY. —But not on tho part of their founda 
tions. For are they not all founded upon 
history, either written or handod down by 
tradition ? And history must surely be ac 
cepted, only on its fidelity and credit. Now 
whose fidelity and credit do we hold the least 
doubtful ? Surely our own, surely that of 
those whose descendants wo are, and which 
from our childhood has left upon us marks 
of her kindness, and never disappointed us 
except when disappointment was more salu 
tary. How can I believe my parents less 
than you yours, or tho other way ? Can I 
require of you to distrust your ancestors, so 
as not to contradict mine, or the other way ? 
The same remarks may bo made of the 
Christian. 
Sal. —(To himself.)—By tho living, this 
man is right; I must remain silent. 
JY. —Let us return to our rings. As may 
bo inferred, tho three sons accused each 
other, and each swore to the judge that he 
had received the ring directly from tho 
father’s hand,—as was true,—after having 
for a long time been promised to enjoy the 
preogative.—which was not less true. Tho 
father, each assured, could not have been 
deceitful toward him, and rather than per 
mit such a thing to be suspected of his be- 
loved father, he would convict his brothers 
for the unjust play, though at any other 
event ho is ready to believe them; likewise 
each affirmed he would know how to discov¬ 
er the deceivers, and to take revengo. 
Sal. —And now I would liko to hear what 
you would have tho judge say. Speak ! 
JY. —The judge said ; If you do not bring 
your father to this place immediately, I 
shall ordor you away from my sight. Do 
you think that I am here to soIyo riddles ? 
Or do you wait till the genuine ring opens 
its mouth? But, hold ! have I not heard that 
the genuine ring possessess the miraculous 
power of making a man beloved and ploas- 
ing to God and man ? This must decide, 
for tho false rings will not bo able to have 
this charm ! Now, then, whom do two of 
you love the most ? Be quick and tell mo • 
You are silent ? The rings act only back¬ 
ward, and not outward ? Every one of you 
loves himself the most ? Oh ! then, you 
are all deceived deceivers. Not one of your 
rings is genuine. The genuine ring was 
probably lost. To conceal the loss and com¬ 
pensate for it, the father ordered three rings 
to be made for one. 
Sal. —Wonderful! Wonderful! 
JY. —Wherefore, continued the judge, if 
you do not wish my advice but my judgment, 
depart. But my advice is this:—Take the 
matter entirely as it stands. If every one 
of you has his ring from his father, then lot 
him consider his own ring tho genuine.— 
Perhaps the father would no longor endure 
the tyranny of the single ring,—which is 
undoubtedly true,—since having loved all 
of you equally, he would not oppress the 
others by favoring tho one. Let every one 
be zealous in propagating his love uncor¬ 
rupted by prejudice. Let every one strive 
with emulation to disclose the power of the 
stono in his ring, and assist this power with 
gentleness, with benefaction, with a cordial 
reconciliation and with a sincere submission 
to God! And if the powers of tho stones 
will appear to your posterity, then I shall 
summon you beforo this judgment seat after 
a thousand thousand years have passed away, 
At that time a wiser man than I will sit upon 
this chair, and will say, Depart. Thus spoke 
the discreet judge. 
Sal. —Oh, Lord! Oh, Lord ! 
JY. —Saladin, if you are sensible of being 
this wiser and foretold man 
Sal. —(Throwing himself upon him and 
taking hold of his hand, which he does not 
lot go till the close.)—Dust that I am ! com 
paritively nothing ! O Lord ! 
JY. —What is the matter, Sultan ? 
Sul. —Nathan, dear Nathan ! The thou¬ 
sand thousand years of your judge has not 
yet passed. His judgment seat is not mine. 
Go ! Go ! But continue to bo my friend. 
TO THE OLD FOLKS AT HOME. 
The St. Louis Intelligencer speaks thus 
of the warm-heartedness of the Irish im¬ 
migrants at the West, and their remittances 
to the family at home: 
“ A statement went the rounds, not long 
ago, that the hired girls of Pittsburg had 
sent home $35,000 to their relations in ‘the 
old countries’ within tho six months previ¬ 
ous. Of its correctness we know nothing. 
But we have recently taken some pains to 
procure from authentic sources a reliable 
statement of the amount sent trom St. Louis 
within twelve months past, in remittances 
by immigrants from Ireland. An aggregate 
of $110,000 has been purchased here, and 
thus remitted during the present year. 
There is something worthy of a passing- 
thought in such ‘exchange operations’ as 
these. Something beyond and quite differ¬ 
ent from the interest attaching to a day’s 
heavy business at a prosperous banker’s 
counter. His bills may count up by hun¬ 
dreds and thousands daily; his semi-month¬ 
ly shipments of treasure at San Francisco, 
or New York, might purchase a Duke’s 
estate. They mark the fluctuations of the 
great commercial pulse of tho country; 
beating fast and high as the market risos, 
and speculation is rife, and this or that skill¬ 
ful operator makes—or loses—a fortune.— 
But these humble remittances ! They are 
the tokens of slow and honest toil—coined 
of the sweat of the laborer’s brow, and 
stamped with the careful economy of many 
weary days. ‘Drafts on England from £l 
upwards’—so the agent’s notice reads. Only 
five dollars,— to bo sent three thousand 
miles! The first fruits, perhaps, of the 
harvest reaped in the land of promise. The 
cluster of grapes, like those plucked of old 
at Eshcol, going back to assure tho anxious, 
fainting hearts, still sojourning in tho wilder¬ 
ness, that tho spies sent out to see the new 
land, have found—not fruit for the mere 
plucking, but what is better—work to do 
and good wages for it, and something to lay 
by. Those slender drafts—how much 
humble but genuine romance may not hang 
around some of them ! 
It is such homely messengers as these 
which contribute most to swell the tide of 
immigration yearly setting to our shores. 
Books of travel, even newspapers, diffuse 
their information chiefly in higher circles 
but these emigrants’ letters inspire, as their 
small remittances encourage and enable, 
the thousands to come, who fill the steer 
ages of packet-ships, and crowd tho decks 
of our steamers. Thus is being infusod an 
element of our composite national charac 
tor, of which we already feel most seriously 
the influence. Incqssant and extensive as 
is the communication of America with the 
Old World, there is perhaps, no part of it 
whose effects are so wide and so important 
as what may bo called the immigration 
branch of our Foroign Correspondence.” 
Ml aittr Ijmiwr. 
LITERAL COMPLIANCE. 
Some years ago, tho Yankee schooner Sal¬ 
ly Jinn, under command of one Captain 
Spooner, was beating up the Connecticut 
River. Mi*. Comstock, the mate, was at 
his station forward. According to his no¬ 
tion of things, the schooner was getting a 
little too near to certain “ flats,” which lay 
along tho larboard shore. So aft ho goes 
to tho Captain, and, with his hat cocked on 
one side, says : 
“ Cap’n Spooner you’re gettin’ leetle too 
close to them flats—hadn’t yeu better go 
abeout ?” 
To which Captain Spooner replied : 
“ Mr. Comstock, jest yeu go for’ard and 
’tend to your part of the skuner, and I’ll 
’tend to mine !” 
• Mr. Comstock went “ for’ard ” in high 
dudgeon, and hallooed out: 
“ Bovs, see that ’are mud-hook all clear 
for lettin’ go !’* 
“Ay, ay, sir—all clear !’’ 
“ Lot go then !” said he. 
Down went tho anchor, out rattled tho 
chain, and liko a flash the Sally Jinn camo 
luffing into the wind, and then brought up 
all standing. 
Mr. Comstock walked aft, and, touching 
his hat very cavalierly, said : 
“ Well, Cap’n, my part of tho skuner is to 
anchor !’’.— Harper s Magazine. 
WOMAN. 
The Moose. —Prof. Baird, of the Smith¬ 
sonian Institute, recommends tho domesti¬ 
cation of this animal, as they combine the 
qualities of tho horse and ox. He says, 
harnessed to a sled, a pair of them in 
Canada are reported to have travelled two 
hundred miles in one day,” which may be 
regarded as a long story. A Swedish wri¬ 
ter recommends their employment in time 
of war, for the cavalry and light artillery, 
from which he predicts great advantages 
would be derived in battle. At ono timo, 
their domestication was forbidden in Swe¬ 
den. on account of their having been employ¬ 
ed, from their extraordinary speed, to effect 
tho escape of criminals. Recently, a law 
was passed to prevont their destruction for 
ten years. 
The worst of men would find themselves 
under some restraint, could they but obtain 
of themselves to sit down sometimes, and 
solemnly think of God. « 
The following extract from a speech de¬ 
livered in the California Senate, by Mr. 
Soule, is touchingly beautiful. Tho sub¬ 
ject was a bill authorizing women to act as 
sole traders. There are married men “ out” 
of California, as well as in it, who may look 
in the glass and behold themselves : 
When I reflect upon the conduct of many 
married men in California—their faithless¬ 
ness to every vow which they made at the 
altar—how completly they fail in the per¬ 
formance of their duties—how virtuous and 
industrious, faithful and patient women are 
imposed upon by worthless brutes of hus¬ 
bands, as great tyrants at home as drunk¬ 
ards and debauchors abroad—my i-ospect 
for the sex prompts me to do all within my 
power to protect her rights and secure her 
happiness. 
I love woman,—I have loved her all my 
life, and dying hope to bo faithful to tho 
same high and inspiring sentiments. For 
amid all tho vai-ied scenes, temptations, 
struggles and hopes of existence, one star, 
brighter than all others, has lighted and 
guided me onward; if I ever had any high 
and noble ambition, the exciting energy has 
been in the approving smile coming from 
the eye of woman. And I judge her influ 
ence is thus upon others. Gentle in hor 
affections, yet mighty in her influence, her 
medium rule is as powerful as the ballot box, 
and she only needs tho protection of law 
against those who havo no law in their hab¬ 
its and propensities. She has lulled me 
from my boyhood with the soft and winning 
influence of her virtues and beauty. 
I remember my first love ; my baby affec¬ 
tions at four years of age. I have boon in 
love nearly every month since—save the 
dark and rayless days and years which suc¬ 
ceeded the desolate hearth and made the 
heart too desolate. And never, sir, while 
I remember my mother, long since in the 
grave—I remember the night when she 
died—never while I recollect my sisters and 
the abuses which might have been theirs— 
never while I hold in memory one other— 
and her memory is all that is left to me— 
shall I refuse to give my voice and my in¬ 
fluence, and my vote, for any measure ne¬ 
cessary to protect and cherish the weaker 
and better portion of creation against tho 
oppression, neglect or abuses of my own sex. 
I hope the bill may pass. 
He who has a love for Nature can never 
be alone. In the shell he picks up on the 
shore—in the leaf fading at his feet—in the 
grain of sand and tho morning dew—he sees 
enough to employ his mind for hours.— 
Such a mind is never idle. He studies the 
work of his Maker, which he sees all around 
him, and finds a pleasure of which the de¬ 
votee of sin and pleasure can form no con¬ 
ception. 
The soul of liberty is the love of law, says 
the German philosopher Klopstock. A tru¬ 
ly noble sentiment. 
Focus.—A little girl, says the Knicker¬ 
bocker, had seen her brother playing with 
his burning glass, and heard him talk about 
tho “focus.” Not knowing what tho word 
“focus” meant,slio consulted the dictionary, 
and found that it was “ tho place where tho 
rays meet.” At dinner, when the family 
wore assembled, she announced, “as grand 
as could be,” that she know the meaning of 
one hard word. Her father asked hor what 
it was; she said it was tho word “focus.” 
“Well,” said ho, “Mary what docs it mean?” 
“Why,” she replied, “it means a place 
where they raiso calves.” 
This, of courso, raised a great laugh ; but 
she stuck to hor point, and produced her 
dictionary to prove that she was right. 
“ There,” said she, triumphantly—“Focus, 
a place where tho rays meet. Calves are 
meat, and if thoy raise meat, they raise 
calves, and so I am right, ain’t I, fathor ?” 
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are so well appreciated by the public as to warrant further 
improvements, and to stimulate yet higher exertions by its 
publisher in the forthcoming volume.—[Ontario Repos. 
A few such papers as the Rural New-Yorker will eon- 
admirable paper for the fireside and contains a vast amount 
of ' aluablc information for the farmer and mechanic — 
[Pittsburgh (Pa.) Saturday Visitor. 
Moore’s Rural New-Yorker.— The number before us 
closes the third volume of one of the best Agricultural 
and Family Newspapers in the world. It is conducted by 
four able editors, at the head of whom stands D. D. T. 
Moore, Esq., the enterprising publisher .—[Louisville (Kvi 
Journal. v 
The Rural New-Yorker is one of the most ably edited 
interesting and successful papers of its class in this conn- 
try, and during a period of the three years which it has 
been published, has acquired a very large circulation — 
[Boston (Mass.) Journal. 
'jtrtjjs Corner. 
“ Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt; 
Nothing’s so hard, but search will find it out.” 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
RURAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 24 letters. 
My 4, 23, 5, 17, 24 loves the “ Rural.” 
My 1, 5, 16, 19, 8 is an enemy to the farmer. 
My 11, 5, 14, 3, 6 is needed on every farm. 
My 22, 5, 14, 8 my 2, 9, 23, 13, 15,8 love. 
My 17, 3, 20, 21, 9, 6, 24, 19, 16 brings pleasure 
to many rural homes. 
My 20,5, 21,17,15 is an excellent county for fruit. 
My 6, 3, 13, 14 farmers must have. 
My 17, 15, 11, 13 farmers ought to have. 
My 3, 10, 4, 9, 16, 14 farmers can make. 
My 1 ], 22, 6, 24 boys should try to love. 
My 22, 5, 24 is a valuable timber. 
My 20, 2, 12, 5, 14 is a staple product on many 
farms. 
My 16, 9, 13, 3 is an ornament to any home. 
My 18, 9, 5, 2 was an ancient planter. 
My 7, 22,18,15, 21 the publisher of the “ Rural ” 
makes. 
My 14, 6, 21 will generally find out my whole. 
My whole is a source of prosperity and wealth 
South Butler, N. Y., 1853. FRANK. 
Answer next week. 
The proprietor spares no pains to make the Rural New- 
Yorker one of the best Agricultural and Family Newspa¬ 
pers published in America, and we certainly think it is 
second to none that we have ever seen.—[Bowmanville 
(C. W.) Messenger. 
The Rural New-Yorker has completed its third volume. 
It is a paper that we delight to praise — and should he in 
the hands of every citizen farmer. No better thing, in 
tone and various interest, meets our eye. To farmers it is 
almost indispensible.—[Youngsville (Fa.) Express. 
We have been almost a constant reader of the “ Rural,’ 
since its first number, issued three years ago, and can most 
cordially recommend it to all our readers as one of the 
very best Family Journals published iu the country — 
[Saturday Budget. J ' 
Moore’s Rural New-Yorker is the best Family News¬ 
paper we know of, for the country, as it is devoted to Ag- 
ricu ture and Education, together with Literary and Mis¬ 
cellaneous reading. It is ably conducted and neatly printed, 
and will give satisfaction, we are confident.—[Elkhart 
(Ind.) Journal. 
Its leading feature, perhaps is agricultural; but in tho 
departments of the arts, the sciences, education, history 
literature and the daily news, it is most ably and admira¬ 
bly sustained—is an honor to the newspaper family as 
well as to its editor and proprietor.— Mich. Chris. Herald. 
Independent of its being the very best agricultural pa¬ 
per that has ever come under our notice, its literary mer¬ 
its are unsurpassed. It is certainly the best and* most 
useful paper of thjkind we have over seen.— Pa. Whig. 
Moore’s Rural New-Yorker is one of our exchanges 
which we always open with pleasure. It is free from poli¬ 
tics and party, and always comes to hand filled with a 
choice variety of well written, and well selected matter — 
Acw York Observer. 
For the Rural New-Yorker. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 22 letters. 
My 19, 8, 2, 3 is the king of the forest. 
My 6, 4, 12, 16 indicates a trial. 
My 12, 14, 19 is a kind of fish. 
My 13, 18, 2, 6, 11 is a tent. 
My 1, 18, 4 is a farmers’ tool. 
My 5, 6, 12, 14, 19 is a species. 
My 9, 4, 4 is a seat of a Bishop. 
My 17, 14, 3, 3, 7 is a small coin. 
My 21, 18, 10, 6 is a small bed. 
My 15, 11, 22 is keeping at a distance. 
My 5, 20, 19, 10 is a salt marsh. 
My whole is what we all should not forget. 
Parma, N. Y. A. G. W. 
Answer next week. 
The Wool Grower and Stock Register, at Rochester, 
is one of the neatest printed, as it is ono of the most 
valuable, of publications. We dip into its pages with in¬ 
terest. The New-Yorker, is also one of the best Agricul¬ 
tural publications in the world, and deserviug the wide and 
increasing patronage it receives .—Cayuga Chief. 
The Rural New-Yorker, published at Rochester, N. 
Y., we consider the very best agricultural newspaper in 
America.—| Ladies’ Repository, (Cincinnati.) 
Important to Farmers 
POUTA KGE MI EE. 
[From the Ohio Farmer, December 2,1852.] 
R OSS’ Improved Patent Conical Burr Mill Stones.— 
Our readers will many of them remember that Ross’ 
Portable Burr Stone Mill took the First Premium at the 
Annual State Fair, hold in this city a few weeks since — 
This admirable invention must commend itself to every 
one who hits witnessed its operation. In the first place it 
is easily portable, simple in structure, does not easily get 
out of order, and does its work with great rapidity and 
perfection. It may be used for grinding the coarsest food 
for cattle, or the finest meal for family use. It is also well 
adapted for grinding wheat, rye or buckwheat. It is indeed 
a perfect grist mili in miniature, and we would advise eve¬ 
ry farmer, if possible, to procure one. The expense of 
one of these mills, with the apparatus for horse power, 
can not be very great; or a number of farmers might club 
together and procure one, which would be sufficient for all. 
Mr. Ross is, we believe, a resident of Rochester, N. Y. 
N. B.—Any further information relative to the Conical 
Mill can be obtained by letter, post-paid, or by calling at 
the factory of * CHARLES ROSS, 
2d story Phenix Building, Aqueduct-st., 
154-tf opposite the Arcade, Rochester, N. Y. 
OAKY’S ROTARY FIRE ENGINE PCMP. 
HE Inventor after thoroughly testing his engine pump 
. (for the past two years,) feels confident that it is not 
equalled by any thing now in market, in the way of rais¬ 
ing or forcing water—the motion being rotary, the stream 
is constant without the aid of an air vessel. The packing 
is self-adjusting, very durable, and cannot well get out of 
order. 
These pumps are well calculated for all the purposes for 
which pumps or hydrants may be used, viz., Factories, 
Steamboats, Tanneries, Breweries, Distilleries, Railroad 
Water Stations, Hotels, Mines, Garden Engines, &c. The 
highest testimonials will be given. 
No. 1 is a house or well pump and domestic Fire En¬ 
gine, and will raise from 20 to 30 gallons per minute. 
No. 2 will raise 100 gallons at 120 revolutions. 
No. 2% do 200 do 120 do. 
No. 3 do 300 do 120 do. 
The quantity raised can be doubled, by doubling the 
revolutions. These machines are manufactured and sold 
by the subscribers at Brockport, N. Y. 
70-tf. CARY & BRAINARD. 
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ANSWER TO ENIGMA, &c., IN NO. 12. 
Answer to Puzzle— wwnww wbbbbbwwbbwww 
WBWBBBWBBWWB. 
The rule for placing the kernels is this: 
Two before one and three before five. 
Two and then two, and four saved alive, 
One and then one, and three to overcast, 
One and twice two, and Jack comes last. 
The way this puzzle occurred is this :—A ship 
t sea with fifteen hands, rescued a ship’s com¬ 
pany of the same number of men. After a while 
it was ascertained the provisions would last but 
half of the men to port, so the Captain arranged 
them after the plan above, thus saving his own 
crew, who are represented by the white kernels- 
A. 
Answer to Geographical Enigma —Honorable 
Daniel Webster. 
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To enable us to accommodate as many ns possible, brie 
advertisements are preferred. Patent medicines, See ., will 
not be advertised in this paper on any terms. 
All communications, and business letters, should 
be addressed to D. D. T. Moore, Rochester, N. Y. 
