MOORE’S RURAL NEW-Yl RKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
Written for the Rural New-Yorker. 
SONNET. 
BY WM. EDWARD KNOWLES, 
A sun-set glory tinged the golden west, 
And fringed with gold the clouds that nestled there ; 
A light wind rustled in the valleys fair, 
And rocked the lilies to a dreamless rest, 
And all above and all below are blest. 
And feel no more the weight of earthly care; 
Guarded by Him who ever guardeth best, 
Watching his children, as they slumber there.— 
O, if His angels ever come to earth, 
It roust be in a holy hour like this; 
And as they leave this home of higher birth, 
They come to man in liis unconscious bliss — 
And leave, when gone, a lingering glory-light, 
Glowing adown the dim stairway of the night. 
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[Written expressly for Moore’s Rural New - Yorker. J 
THE PLEBEIAN. 
BY KATE KOOLEY. 
[ Continued .] 
Edward reached his tflrenty-first year, 
without seeing much of what is called socie¬ 
ty. Mr. Wells had lost all relish for general 
intercourse, and for many years had led 
quite a retired life. It had now bccomo his 
intention, as soon as ho considered the mind 
of his pupil sufficiently matured to form a 
just estimate of men and manners, to mingle 
again with the world. 
One side of the small garden before men¬ 
tioned, was partially bounded by a large 
house, belonging to a widow lady by the 
name of Baden, who resided there with her 
two daughters. One window in tho second 
story of this dwelling, overlooked the garden 
of Mr. Wells. This window was covered 
with a blind, and novel* opened except by 
the servant, to cloanso it. One morning 
Edward had risen with tho dawn, to review 
his studies of the previous evening, and wajs 
seated by an open window in his study, in 
full view of the above mentioned window; 
a slight noise induced him to raise his eyes, 
when he was surprised to see tho blind 
slowly unclosed, and instead of the woolly 
head of tho servant, that of a young lady 
with dark, shining locks, was cautiously 
protruded from the window. The faces of 
the inmates of that house were familiar to 
Edward, but this was a stranger. She 
seemed to enjoy tho view of tho garden.— 
At length her eye was apparently attracted 
to somo rare plants which were ranged 
around the window where Edward sat, when 
she became aware that they partially con¬ 
cealed oyos that loved to look on beautiful 
objects as well as her own. Tho head was 
quickly withdrawn, and tho blind closed. 
Often on that day Edward found his 
thoughts playing truant, and though his 
eyes rested on the page, his mind wandered 
to the incident of the morning. 
CHAPTER II. 
Miss Julia Snowden belonged to one of 
the most ancient and aristocratic families in 
the Stato — ancient, if any thing in our Re¬ 
public can be called so, for Mr. Snowden, 
the father of Julia, took great pride in the 
armonial bearings of his family, as they 
were the same that graced the escutcheon of 
some old English Baron. 
Julia having lost her mother whilo yet an 
infant, was at an early ago placed at board¬ 
ing school, where she remained until she 
entered upon her seventeenth year. Her 
father, who for many years had impatiently 
awaited the time when his daughter should 
become qualified to be the mistress of his 
house, and a companion for himself, deter¬ 
mined to bo no longer deprived of her so¬ 
ciety. He soon found his fond anticipations 
were not likely to bo realized,— for Julia, 
finding herself released from study, and en¬ 
tirely her own mistress, was wild with de¬ 
light, and often planned schemes for amuse¬ 
ment, and indulged in sports which her 
father thought quite indocorous, and even 
dangerous. Sometimes, when he particu¬ 
larly desired her presence in tho library, to 
converse on some grave and important sub¬ 
ject, his daughter would be very likely, if 
the weather was fine, to be engaged in a 
same of romps with Bruno, the house dog, 
or perhaps in her own room bending with 
delight 
“ O’er the dear pages of a new romance.’’ 
After mature deliberation, Mr. Snowden 
determined to send his daughter to spend a 
few months with his sister, whose stately 
bearing, and precise and formal manners, ho 
hoped would check the wild exuberance of 
Julia’s spirits, and teach her that dignity of 
mannor befitting the station she must fill 
as mistress of “Snowdon Manor.” 
Mrs. Baden, sister of Mr. Snowdon, was a 
widow with two single daughters,— ono 
verging on forty, tho other about twenty- 
five years of ago. Mrs. Baden’s fortune, 
once largo, now yielded a modorato income, 
but her pride of birth seemed to increase as 
her means diminished,- 
On the evening of Julia Snowden’s arrival 
at her aunt’s, she was lighted to her cham¬ 
ber by a servant, followed by the elder of 
the daughters, (who was always called Miss 
Baden,) to give directions about the baggage, 
&e., which having done in tho most precise 
manner, she ended by saying, as the weath¬ 
er was warm, she might raise all the win¬ 
dows but one, which she told her cousin 
must on no account be opened, as it over¬ 
looked a gentleman’s garden. As soon as 
tho formal “good-night” was uttered, and 
Julia in the solitude of her own room, she 
opened her trunk and drew forth one of the 
novels with which she had supplied herself, 
as she knew they were forbidden luxuries 
in her aunt’s house, and must be enjoyed in 
secret. She had just commenced reading 
the “ Waverly Novels,” which were at that 
time attracting deserved admiration, and 
derived too much pleasure from their pages 
to relinquish the perusal for what she deem¬ 
ed tho whim of her precise aunt. 
Becoming fatigued, she reluctantly closed 
the book and sought her pillow, just after 
she had finished reading the fifth extract 
from Julia Mannering’s letter to Matilda 
Marchmont. She was delighted with tho 
character of the heroine, Julia Mannering, as 
described by that unrivalled delineator, Sir 
Walter Scott, and fancied that she herself 
resembled her in person and character, as 
well as in name. She was soon lost in slum¬ 
ber, but her imagination still revelled in tho 
region of romance; visions of beautiful 
lakes, verdant laws, tall, handsome young 
men, music, &c., made blissful tho “ dark¬ 
winged hours.” 
Scarcely had tho morning “ looked o’er 
tho eastern hills,” when she awoke. With 
her mind stil full of tho subject of the pre¬ 
vious night’s reading, she arose and seated 
herself by an open window. It was a lovely 
summer morning; not a cloud obscured the 
sky, but not yet was there sufficient light to 
enable her to read. It so happened that 
the first rays of tho morning fell on tho in¬ 
terdicted window, and but for this trifling 
circumstance how different would have boon 
tho termination of my story,—still another 
proof of the accuracy of the thought that, 
“ great events sometimes from little causes 
flow.” Supposing that no one would be 
stirring at that early hour, Miss Snowden 
determined to avail horself of tho above 
mentioned circumstance. Deprecating the 
fastidiousness of old maids, she folded back 
tho muslin curtain, softly raised tho sash, 
and was cautiously opening the blind, when 
she seemed transported to the groves of the 
East. As the sweet perfume exhaled from 
the shrubs and flowers, rose on the soft and 
balmy air, there was borne to her ear the 
sound of a human voice, singing in clear 
tones, these beautiful words of a well known 
hymn : 
“ Awake, my soft and tuneful lyre, 
Awake,'each charming string; 
Before the rosy dawn of day, 
To thee, my God, I’ll sing. 
Again the sky with golden beams 
Thy skillfull hands adorn, 
And paint with cheerful splendor gay, 
The fair ascending morn." 
For a moment surprise and curiosity over¬ 
came her sense of propriety, and peeping 
through the little opening in the blind, her 
heart throbbing with romantic interest, she 
beheld among tho shrubbery below, leaning 
on a garden implement, with his eyes turned 
to the rising day, a young man whose form 
and features realized her wildest dream of 
manly beauty. “ Flusher his cheek than 
blush of morning glowed,” and as he stood 
chanting his morning song, all unconscious 
that mortal eyes were upon him, Miss Snow¬ 
den thought, as she looked down into those 
eyes, that they seemed a reflection of tho 
puro azure vault on which they rested. She 
withdrew from tho window, and after ar¬ 
ranging every thing about it as before, seat¬ 
ed herself to muse on this singularly roman¬ 
tic incident, while her book lay unheeded by 
her side. 
This vision of the morning soon engrossed 
all her secret thoughts, and fillod hor imag¬ 
ination with airy speculations. Sho dared 
not inquire who the gentleman was, nor 
could sho expect to meet him, excepting at 
church, where ho sat at a distance from her 
aunt’s pew, and too much interested in the 
services to notice the presence of strangers. 
Was ever heroine in such a predicament ? 
Ono morning on awaking she concluded 
again to indulge herself with a viow of Mr. 
Wells’ splendid collection of flowers, whose 
fragrance had so delighted her on the former 
occasion. Finding all quiet, she raised the 
window, and was herself seen and admired 
as before related. 
Tho visit to her aunt, Miss Snowdon ex¬ 
pected, would be tedious and formal, but sho 
found these exciting reflections a great re¬ 
lief to the rigid and cermonious etiquette 
she was compelled to observe in the pres¬ 
ence of her aunt and cousins, and the weeks 
glided almost imperceptibly away. At 
length Mrs. Baden received a letter from 
her brother, saying he felt anxious for the 
return of Julia, and should send for her very 
soon. 
Mrs. Baden, after consulting her daugh¬ 
ters. determined to give a party in compli¬ 
ment to her niece before that young lady 
should leave them. All was bustle and 
preparation. Miss Baden sat down to write 
cards of invitation. “ Mr. Wells is an old 
and esteemed friend, and I shall send him 
an invitation of course,” said Miss Baden, 
addressing her mother. “ I have observed.” 
she continued, “ that Mr. Wells visits more 
than he has been in the habit of doing for¬ 
merly, hut he is always accompanied by that 
beggar, on whom hois spending his fortune;” 
as she said this a smile of contempt crossed 
her sharp features. If the truth must be 
told, Miss Baden had for some years hoped 
that Mr. Wells would offer her his hand and 
fortune, tho latter being just the thing to 
repair the decayed condition of hers; and 
bitterly did she hate Edward, whom she be¬ 
lieved had caused the disappointment of 
those long cherished hopes. Addressing 
her cousin Julia, said she—“ Somo eight or 
ten years since, Mr. Wells, a single gentle¬ 
man, of good family and largo fortune, (the 
owner of the garden under your window,) 
was on a journey and picked up a beggar’s 
brat, on whom he is lavishing much fond¬ 
ness; he has given him an education befit¬ 
ting a gentleman, and now expects the base 
Plebeian to bo received in genteel society, 
and I supposo we must invite him, or Mr. 
Wells will not come. Now, if he comes I 
wish you to treat him witl^tho contempt ho 
deserves.” 
“ Indoed !” was Miss Snowdon’s reply, and 
she bent her head still lower over her work, 
to hide her emotion. 
“ Now, cousin,” said Mary Baden, “ let 
me advise you.” (at the same time casting 
an arch glance at hor sister,) “ I think you 
had better guard well your heart, for he is 
very handsome, and quite an angel.” 
“Why,Mary!” exclaimed her sister, rais¬ 
ing both hands in pious horror, “how can 
you bo so profane, as to compare a vile man 
to an angle ?” 
“ I have heard you and boautiful women 
called angels,” sajd Mary, “and I see no im¬ 
propriety in this instance, for Mr. Wells 
says ho is quite as good as he is handsome.” 
“ I do believe, mother,” said Miss Baden, 
sneeringly, “ that Mary has actually fallen 
in love with that low-born fellow.” 
“Not quite as probable, as that you have 
fallen in love with Mr. Wells’ fortune,” re¬ 
plied Mary, a little tartly. 
Miss-Snowdon had too much penetration 
not to discovor the orign of her cousin’s 
dislike towards Edward Mullet. True, 
thought she. ho has rather a plebeian name, 
but as to his being really low-born, his very 
looks contradict that, and if I like his con¬ 
versation I shall not ask leave of my amiable 
cousin to listen. • . 
As invitations wore sent only to those of 
“ honorable descent,” the party was not a 
very large one. While Mrs. and Miss Baden 
were engaged with friends in another part 
of the room, Mr. Wells entered, followed by 
our hero. Mary Baden introduced her 
cousin to Mr. Wells and passed on to wel¬ 
come other guests. Mr. Wells begged leave 
to introduce his adopted son, to which Miss 
Snowdon gracefully assented, with an intel¬ 
ligent smile of recognition, for there had 
been more than ono gamo at bo-peep at the 
forbidden window. After somo inquiries 
respecting his old friend, Mr. Snowden, Mr. 
Wells passed on to pay his respects to Mrs. 
Badgen and hor daughter. 
Julia Snowden was a burnette, rathor be¬ 
low the modium height, black eyes spark¬ 
ling like diamonds, features rather small 
and regular; in short, no one would have 
thought of calling hor handsome, perhaps 
not oven pretty, had she not possessed a 
w r arm vivacity and simplicity of manner, far 
more attractive than cold beauty merely.— 
On this occasion sho was arrayed in a simple 
white dress, and wore no ornaments except a 
string of pearls, which confined her glossy 
hair of tho darkost hue. 
Although tho youthful couple had never 
formally met before, they did not meet as 
strangers. Miss Snowden, in a voice not in¬ 
tended to reach tho oars of her relatives, 
begged he would excuse the liborty she had 
taken to peep at his flowers. “ On opening 
my window,” said sho, “they filled my cham¬ 
ber with such delicious perfume, I could not 
withstand the desire of examining their 
beauties, though woll aware I was commit¬ 
ting a trespass.” Edward assured her he 
was far from viewing it in that light, and 
hopod she would often avail herself of the 
liberty, freely granted. She obsorved she 
was passionately fond of flowors, but could 
not appreciate the taste that confined their 
cultivation to Bachelor’s Buttons, Hearts¬ 
ease, and Love-lies-bleeding,— at the same 
time glancing archly at her elder cousin. 
Never before had such bright glances 
from bright eyes, and sweet smiles from 
beautiful lips, been received by our hero. 
Ho might have met Miss Snowden in a crowd 
without being particularly attracted by her 
appearance; but a previous interest was 
created—she bad broken in on his solitude— 
the mind, perhaps wearied by pouring over 
the subtleties of the law, his heart was open 
to tho bright impression, and ho who ac¬ 
knowledged that all tho workmanship of 
God was made to love and admire, experi¬ 
enced these sentiments towards “ God’s 
most beautiful creation, a lovely woman.” 
So new and delightful were Edward’s sen¬ 
sations that he seemed as if under tho in¬ 
fluence of a pleasant dream, and when she 
asked him if he did not love thoso beautiful 
lilies and roses, just opening in his window, 
scarcely conscious that he spoko, said ho 
“ did not know.” Surprised at his manner, 
her eyes sought the floor, her tell-tale coun¬ 
tenance betraying hor feelings. After a 
moment she recovered herself, and raised 
her eyes to his face, which was overspread 
with the blush of confusion. Ho had seen 
tho shade pass over her joyous countenance, 
and when he recalled his stupid answer, he 
saw tho cause. He said his dear father, (as 
ho called Mr. Wells,) was extremely fond of 
flowers, and had entrusted them to his care, 
and it always gave him so much pleasure 
■when he could in any way contribute to the 
happiness of one to whom he owed so much, 
that ho never asked himself whether ho was 
consulting his own taste, but ho was sure his 
flowers would now possess a double charm, 
since thoy had attracted her notico and at¬ 
tention. 
Whilo Miss Snowden, forgetful of all else, 
stood admiring tho beautiful expression of 
his countenance, as he spoke bis gratitude 
to his benefactor, a hand was laid on her 
arm, and as she turned Miss Baden said, 
“ Come, cousin Julia, you are wanted at the 
piano,” and casting a look of scorn and con 
tempt on Edward, she led her cousin away to 
the piano, when sho became so surrounded 
that our poor hero could not get a glimpse 
of her till sho had ceased playing ; but the 
music of her voice reached his ear, and its 
tones were well and long remembered. 
Several times during the evening he at¬ 
tempted to address her, but sho was com¬ 
pelled to avoid him, as Miss Baden contin 
ued to watch her steps, and 
“ Hung like the dragon, o’er the Hesperian fruit.” 
The party separated at a lato hour. The 
next morning a servant came with Mr. 
Wells’ compliments and a beautiful boquet 
for each of the ladies. As Miss Snowdon 
was examining the rare flowers of which her 
boquet was composed, she perceived a slip 
of paper concealed beneath tho ribbon with 
which they were tied. She excused herself 
to her friends, by saying she wished to press 
somo of those flowors while fresh, that sho 
might show them to her father, and retired 
to her chamber to learn what was hidden 
among them. On the slip of paper were 
these words: — “Flowers are lovely and 
beautiful, and I love to look on them.— but 
in the presence of an object more lovely still, 
I forgot them.” Tho next day a servant ar¬ 
rived to convey hor homo. 
From this time, Mr. Wells observed that 
the fits of abstraction, which wore not unu¬ 
sual with his pupil, owing probably to his 
secluded and studious habits, were much 
more frequent than formerly. As the peri¬ 
od was near at hand when he must pass an 
examination previous to his being admitted 
to the bar, his kind friend supposed his mind 
was engaged on some knotty points con¬ 
nected with his studies. The time at length 
arrived, and ho passed the examination with 
honor to himself and to his tutor, and never 
did father look with more pleasure and pride 
on the success of a son, than did Mr. Wells 
on the son of his adoption. 
During tho session of the court, Mr. Wells 
had been engaged in several cases in which 
ho felt an unusual degree of interest, which 
obliged him to tax his mental energies to 
the utmost. Ho was successful; and on the 
evening of the day which witnessed that 
success and tho admission of his pupil, Mr. 
Wells was taken suddenly ill, and was car¬ 
ried homo insensiblo. His physician pro¬ 
nounced tho disease paralysis, which left but 
little hope of his recovery. 
[ Continued next v>eek.~\ 
ETHAN ALLEN 
GREEN-MOUNTAIN HEROES 
OF ’7G. 
By Henry W. De Puy, author of “ Louis Napoleon and 
his Times,” “ Kossutli, &e.”—428 pages 12rno, with a steel 
engraving of Kinney’s Heroic Statue of Gen. Ethan Allen, 
a Map showing the route of Gen. Burgoyne, previous to 
his surrender at Saratoga, Oct. 17th, 1777, and a view 
of Old Ticonderoga. 
This hook, full of thrilling 
interest should be in the 
hands of every American 
Independent of its being 
historically valuable, it con¬ 
tains many accounts ofliair- 
breadth escapes, hardships, 
and sufferings, almost past 
belief, and of bloody battles 
where the heroic Green- 
Mountain Boys fought in 
the defense of their homes, 
their children, and their 
wives. Although Ethan 
Allen is the principal sub¬ 
ject of the work, brief 
historical and biographi¬ 
cal reminiscences of many , 
others, who are identified I 
with the early history' of | 
New England, are given; 
thus weaving all together into one succinct and interesting 
historical narrative. 
ANSWER TO ENIC-MA, &c., IN NO. 13. 
Answer to Geometrical Problem : 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma 
of the Genesee Wesleyan Seminary. 
Answer to Puzzle—99 9-9. 
Answer to Charade— Well-come. 
■ Catalogue 
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