otiitaL 
THE WORKING-MEN. 
The noblest men I know on earth, , 
Are men whose hands are brown with toil, 
Who, backed by no ancestral graves, 
Hew down the woods and till the soil, 
And win thereby a prouder name, 
Tuan follow king’s or warrior’s fame. 
The working-men, whate’er their task,' 
Who carve the stone or bear the hod— 
They bear upon their honest brows, 
The royal stamp and seal of God; 
And worthier are their drops of sweat, 
Than 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 main; 
God bless them, for their sweating hands 
Have wrought the glory of all lands. 
Jural ?M l * 
[Written expressly for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker.) 
A DARK CORNER IN LIFE. 
BY DIANTIIA. 
It is a fearful night; yot come with me 
down this deserted street. Wrap your cloak 
around you. that you may not feel its chilling 
dampness, as do those shivering wretches, 
vainly trying to find shelter from the rain 
and sleet. 
Hark ! the wind swells to a tempest. O! 
how it shrieks and roars like the clamoring 
of ton thousand warriors, met in fearful 
combat on the fields of air. Ha! you shud¬ 
der as the lurid lightning darts a quivering 
glance—’tis darkness now, and with a sud¬ 
den crash ! peal aftor peal, tho booming 
thunder roars above the trembling earth.— 
Ah ! hear the winds ! O ! what fantastic 
play they have this night; now blending 
with the roar of billows as they lash the 
shore—now rushing o’er tho house tops— 
up and down the streets—howling wildly 
round tho corners—coursing with demoniac 
fury down the deep, dark alloys, where, 
with fluttering shingles, creaking sign-posts, 
shattered walls and flapping shutters, they 
make wild music in the dilapidated abodes 
of poverty. See! they circle round and 
with a shriek and flutter, thrust tho rags 
and straw from out the broken panes, and 
dash tho rain drops in among the shivering 
circles. 
Look ! there’s a female form gliding o’er 
the pavement; instinctively she draws her 
thin shawl closer round her slonder form. 
As she passes in the light from that shop 
window, you can catch a glimpse of her face. 
Strange face, is’nt it ?—so wan and pale !— 
Yet there is fascination in the beauty of 
those deep, dark, melancholy eyes, that will 
haunt your memory for years. Her hands, 
how thin and cold ; you can read famine in 
their transparency—and this is a child of 
fifteen summers. 
She is going homo now—home from tho 
workshop, where she has toiled, toiled from 
earliest dawn till now. Going home—alone, 
unprotected, in tho dark, with the wild 
storm raging all around her ; home—where 
her sick mother has beon left through the 
day, with an inebriated monster who bears 
the name of father !—and almost without 
food or fire. 
—Now she remembers, as she hurries on, 
that her mother was paler, and more feeble 
in the morning; and, forgetting her own 
misery — her wearied, aching-limbs — her 
throbbing brow, her steps quicken down 
tho dark, muddy lano. See ! she stops and 
listens—hark! no sound save the rush, clat¬ 
ter, roar; and pat, pat, pat, of rain-drops on 
tho wall. 
Softly she steps within, and again pauses 
as if afraid to advance. No light—no fire 
upon tho hearth—all silence—blackness ! 
Again, bending, she listens—a faint drawn 
breath meets her ear. Quickly gathering 
some sticks upon the hearth, she fans them 
to aflame—tho flickering glare revealed tho 
scanty furnished room. 
In one corner was a bed of straw, on 
which was a female form. The child, cast¬ 
ing an anxious, searching glance around tho 
room, as though in some dark corner she 
expected to see tho prostrate form of her 
father, approached the bed on which lay 
tho sufferer. “ Strange sho should sleep so 
deadly,” sho thought; and pi-essing her lips 
to tho cold brow of her mother, crossed the 
room again. A scanty morsel was all she 
could find of food, and that she durst not 
eat; for sho know if her father came and 
there was nothing to set before him, abuse 
and oven blows might be the consequence ; 
so with a heavy heart she put it back again, 
and sank upon tho stool by the fire, and 
buried her face in her hands. Not a morsel 
had passed hor lips; the day before, sho had 
saved hor portion for her mother. Now, 
worn-sick, faint — hunger, like a vulture, 
gnawing at her vitals—she must watch tho 
hours alone. 
Lotus bend over this bed in tho cornor— 
smooth out those raven tresses of flowing 
hair—wipe the cold sweat from oft that brow 
—trace the outline of that something terri¬ 
ble, written on that countenance, so lull of 
unutterable loneliness, unspeakable despair! 
Don’t start back in horror ! there is no pa¬ 
rent, husband, sister, or friend—none, save 
this child of fifteen summers—to watch the 
parting hour. Now, whilst the dying wo¬ 
man sleeps her life away—tho toil-worn, 
starving child sits by the techie, flickering 
fire—tho wild storm howls and roars with¬ 
out—tho mad waves furious lash tho shore 
—and that never-ceasing pat, pat, pat, of 
rain-drops is upon tho wall. Come, sit with 
me on this worn old chest, and I will tell 
you a story about tho dying woman and 
starving child. 
Eveline Maybell was the daughter of a ; 
wealthy farmer. Endowed by nature with 
rare genius and great personal beauty, she \ 
was at once tho envy and admiration of all 
tho town in which she resided. Her morn¬ 
ing was as bright and lovely as ever beam- j 
ed over the head of childhood. Liko a 
morn in early spring — tho sun casting a • 
golden flood of light down upon the dow- 
gemmed earth—the wild carol of innumer¬ 
able songstors—tho smiling beauty of ton 
thousand flowers—the pensile stems decked 
with tho bursting leaves, nodding in the 
balmy breezes—and a thousand forms o; 
grace and beauty bursting into life, and 
yielding a grateful perfume. Such was the 
morn that smiled around sweet Eveline 
Maybell. 
You should have heard her voice : it was 
like tho murmuring of many waters—all 
melody; and when she sung, her soul was 
in the theme, and you must have felt its 
pathos. A gentle, winsome child was she, 
with jet black hair, curling around features 
purely classical in their outline, where every 
shade of feeling loft its impress. Her largo 
dark eyes were the most striking feature in 
her countenance—soft and deep—brilliant 
and firey—wild and melancholy—as chang¬ 
ing in their aspect as the restless sea. Of 
a book-loving disposition, sho grow up beau¬ 
tiful, intelligent and well-informed. 
She was sent to a boarding school in a 
distant town, to complete hor education, 
and placed under the supervision of Madam 
S-. Hero sho remained for some time, 
and then returned home; but during this 
time sho made tho acquaintance of a young 
gentleman from a neighboring city, of re¬ 
puted wealth, and received his addresses, 
much to tho displeasure of her parents.— 
Ho was elegant in manners and address, 
and struck, as ho was, with the rare beauty 
of hor mind and person, he resolved to win 
and wear the prize, and assiduously set him 
self about the task. 
She was fascinated, bewildered ! True, 
rumor whispered in hor ear that ho was un¬ 
principled, and her mother’s sad look re¬ 
proved her. At times sho w’ould try to 
break tho spell, but tho wreath of flowors 
that had been gaily twined around her, 
concealed a charm whose strength she could 
not foi’ce, so sho submitted to bo made cap¬ 
tive and her destiny was linked for life with 
that of tho stranger. 
With him she wont to the town, and w r as 
introduced into a polished circlo of society. 
All that wealth could purchase was laid at 
hor foot. Really proud of his beautiful 
wife, he spared nothing that would serve to 
make her the most brilliant and splendid, as 
sho was the sweetest and most fascinating 
of women. He was highly connected with 
rich and polished familes—tho son of a 
wealthy banker, and doing a good business 
for himself. Warm hearted, brilliant in con¬ 
versation, easy in manners, but negligent in 
business habits, and alas ! when but a child 
at his father’s table, had learned to sip tho 
wine cup, and tho love, increasing with his 
years, had become the one passion for which 
he would sacrifice even his soul. 
It was a fearful trial, when at an elegant 
party, where wine was as plenty as water in 
the mountain glens, sho first discovered 
with woman’s quick perception, that he was 
too gay and excited. True to her woman’s 
nature, she strove to conceal it, and hoped 
he might not be thus tempted again. But 
when he came homo intoxicated, her poor 
heart swelled and almost burst with grief 
and shame. Soon this became quite fre¬ 
quent, and her grief became a heart-grief, 
concealed by forced smiles in his presence. 
O! had he stopped here, struck penitent 
by her sad smile, and gentle reproachful 
look, what an amount of suffering might 
have been avoidod. A sweet child, in every 
respect the counterpart of its mother, sooth¬ 
ed her heart-grief, and formed another link 
that bound hor down to earth. 
Time rolled on—businoss neglected, soon 
became involved. Loss after loss greatly 
reduced his means, and he drank tho more 
to drown his troubles. Ho was no longer a 
kind husband, but became soured, impatient 
and fretful! Still they wore in affluent cir¬ 
cumstances and lived in tho show of wealth; 
yet her sensitive nature was acutely wretch¬ 
ed—her chi Ids sweet prattle and innocent 
affection was all her joy. < 
A sudden sweep of adverse circumstances 
rushed over them and swept their all away, i 
Dispirited, ho gathered what little ho might 1 
and with his wife and child, loft secretly for j 
this distant city. Here he plunged into all , 
kinds of vice, and became of all the most 
bold and villianous. No longer a man, but ' 
a monster, without feeling and beneath re¬ 
proach—a gambler—a mid night thief-—a sot 
—a beastly, cruel husband and father. But 
why recount—tho wrongs, tho crimes, the 
bitter heart-aches, might fill a volume.— 
Down, down ho sank, dragging with him his 
wretched wife and child. Dragging down 
to want, and rags, and filth, and unsatisfied 
hunger, those bright, beautiful, innocent 
beings, he might have made comfortable and 
happy. 
Years have rolled by—O, who can tell the 
accumulated misery of those years! But 
the drama is nigh closed. Its last sceno is 
before you. Look! tho mother with that 
ghastly faco slumbers still—tho child sits in 
the corner, her dark eyos vivid, burning, un¬ 
natural—rolling towards tho street, and her 
heart throbs as sho hears a foot stop—it pass¬ 
es, and all is still again, save the raging of tho 
furious storm—tho wild-winds howl and 
roar, and that ceaseless pat, pat, pat, of rain 
drops on tho wall. 
The night wanes on—tho hours sweep by. 
List!—ono, tivo, three, and on with solemn 
tone, the bell tolls out tho hour of midnight. 
Though faint its throbbing on the air, it 
rouses tho sleeper—a start and groan calls 
the watchful daughter. Poor child ! she 
sees with sudden anguish, that tho chill of 
death is on her vitals, that that grim mon¬ 
ster has clutched among her heart-strings— 
ronding them, one by one, from their fasten¬ 
ings. Sinking upon her knees, she clasps 
her mother’s hands, but her eyos refuso to 
wee p—her heart is blooding! Tho wind 
whirls up and down tho street, shrieks and 
groans, and hollows through the wretched 
tenement, that roels and topples beneath 
the shock. At length tho eyes of tho moth¬ 
er rest upon the child—she whispers, “ ’Tis 
almost over now—Heaven protect you—my 
child—and forgive your father—meot mo 
up there, dearest—and you will soon—I feel 
—it”—hor lips close — her breast heaves— 
then all is still. 
The hours wear on— tho tempest lulls— 
tho firo upon tho hearth flickers, moulders, 
expires! By its last gleam you soe that bed, 
and by it tho kneeling child—then all is 
darkness ! 
On tho morrow they were found— that 
mother with those raven tresses—that child 
of fiftoon summers, with those dark, mol- 
ancholy eyes. That mother with her glassy 
eyes on Heaven—that child kneeling at her 
bedsido, dead! 
®it aito Junior. 
WAR ANECDOTE. 
Enclosed is an anecdote which I cut 
from an old Almanac. I think it too good 
to bo lost, and wish you would publish it in 
the Rural, so I can have it preserved, and 
for tho amusement of tho million. s. 
Tho following incident is said to have oc¬ 
curred at Now Orleans, during the invasion 
of that quarter by the British. After the 
battle of the 23d Dec., 1814, in which both 
armies received nearly the same injury, a 
subaltern British officer was sent to the 
American linos with a flag of truce. Being 
detained a little, ho began to converse with 
a corporal in our servico, respecting tho 
probablo issue of events there. He stated 
it was folly for the Americans to resist any 
longer, as they must eventually bo beaten— 
that tho troops opposed to them were tho 
flowor of the British army, who had repeat¬ 
edly vanquished the best veterans of the 
continent of Europe, and were commanded 
by Lord Packenham, Lord Picton, Lord 
Cockrano, Lord Kean, and many more of 
the ablest Generals in Europe.” To this 
the corporal replied indignantly, “ On our 
side we have tho Lord God Almighty, the 
Lord Jesus Christ, and the Hero Andrew 
Jackson, and I’ll be blamed if we don’t whip 
you.”___ 
Two loafers met upon the wharf yester¬ 
day and passed the “compliments of the 
season.” “ Jim,” said ono, “ have you seen 
Hall, he’s looking for you ?” “ Hall ! what 
Hall ?” was Jim’s answer. “ Why Alco-hall, 
you fool.” “ Pshaw,” responded Jim, “that’s 
a poor ‘sell,’ and you wouldn’t have caught 
mo if I hadn’t beon hurt last night when 
John tripped mo up.” “ John who ?” said 
Bill. “Demi-john, you numskull.” 
When is iron liko a bank note ? When 
it’s forged. When is it liko a stone thrown 
into tho air ? When it’s cast. When is it 
like a public house ? When it’s a bar.— 
When would it do to mako sausages of ?— 
When it’s pig iron. 
Punch says that the heirs of Robinson 
Crusoe have instituted a suit for tho recov¬ 
ery Juau Fernandez, on tho ground that 
thoir great ancestor “ was monarch of all ho 
surveyed.” 
KWIT PHUNNYGRAPEIC. 
The following specimen advertisement is 
copied from the Hartford Courant: 
Piiine Piibesii Piiigs. —We have phortu- 
nately phetched in a phew phino phresh 
phigs, which wo warrant phirst rate, and 
pliancy will sell phreely, phairly, and phine- 
Iv, to old and young pholks, phiilibusters, 
phreesoilers, or the phroe men, phriends, or 
phocs, that are phroud to phrequently pheast 
on such phodder and phinding no phault.— 
They arc phirst rate phruit, and would phill 
tho eye of a Phrenchman or any other phor- 
eignor. They can po phound phor sale pbor 
a phew days at Phuller’s, 19 Asylum stroet 
— phirst phloor, a phew pheet phrom 
phriend Phap’s phino pliancy round sign. 
Don’t phale to phetch a phriend, if you have 
pheeling phor a phino phellow, and don’t 
phorget to phetch tho phunds, and then 
there is no phear but that you will pheast 
phinely and biiare well. 
Wet Bargains. —“ Is this the place where 
they are selling wet goods, sir ?” 
“ Wo have none wet yet this morning. 
Miss, but if you will wait a few minutos, I 
will set the boy to wetting some immediate¬ 
ly. What kind of goods do you wish ? We 
will wet anything which water don’t spoil, to 
order. Here, John, wet all the remnants of 
the four cent muslins in tho shop, and put 
them out by tho door, labeled only Jive cents 
—do you hear ?” 
A Dutchman related a misfortune which 
befel his son in tho following manner: “Poor 
Hans ! he bit himself mit a rattlesnak, and 
vash sick into his ped speechless, for six 
veeks in to munt of August—and all his cry 
vas vater ! vator ! and he couldn’t eat not¬ 
ing except a leetle tea.” 
An exquisito young lady wriggled into a 
linen draper’s, and, with tho most excrutia- 
ting drawl sho could affect, inquired if thoy 
had any “ subdued mouse-colored silk.” 
“ No,” replied tho draper, with a sudden 
and expressive twirl of the yard-stick, “ but 
we have some enraged rat-color. ' 
All Fools.— “ I thought you wore born 
on the first of April,” said a benedict to his 
lovely wife, who had mentioned the twenty- 
first as her birth-day. 
“Most people might think so,” she repli¬ 
ed, “ from tho choice I made of a husband.” 
The best way to curb a wild young man 
is, decidedly, to bridal him. 
’a Canter. 
“Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt; 
Nothing’s so hard, but search will find it out.” 
For the Rural New-Yorker. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 27 letters. 
My 1, 19, 12, 15, 4, 8 was the name of an Eng¬ 
lish Poet. 
My 15, 19, 6, 24, 5 is a beast of prey. 
My 7, 2, 22, 12, 27 is a large species of bird. 
My 16, 25, 17, 21, 15, 16 is the greatest bless¬ 
ing of life. 
My 1, 11, 5, 23, 19, 17, 22, 25 is the chief aim 
of some. 
My 6,10, 4,22 has caused a great deal of misery. 
My 1, 14, 10, 6, 1, 7, 23,20, 15 is a girl’s name. 
My 5, 7, 12, 19, 22, 19,4,8 is getting rather 
scarce. 
My 21, 27, 2, 23, 26, 19,18,22 is indispensable 
to man. 
My 4, 8, 15,17, 23,19,4 is the name of a county 
in the State of New York. 
My 6, 20, 1, 19,26,19 is the name of a constel¬ 
lation of stars. 
My 16, 14, 1, 19, 12, 15, 4, 26 was the name of 
an American statesman. 
My 6, 11, 1, 1, 19, 26, 22 is a quick way of 
spending money. 
My whole was the name of a distinguished 
American officer. m. e. w. 
West Brighton, N. Y., 
pgr 1 Answer next week. 
For the Rural New-Yorker. 
GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 23 letters. 
My 1, 2, 3, 13, 16, 4, 2 is a river in New York. 
My 4, 5, 18, 4 is a lake in the United States. 
My 3, 10, 11, 21, 17 is a sea in Europe. 
My 19, 9,14, 21,22,19 is a town in Mississippi. 
My 7, 10, 14, 4, 7, 7 is a city in Massachusetts. 
My 6, 21, 17, 13, 23, 16 is a capitol iu Europe. 
My 8, 5, 9, 9, 3 is a river in Kentucky. 
My 15, 7, 21, 22, 19 is a town iu Illinois. 
My 12, 15, 3, 20, 4, 16 is a river in Asia. 
My whole is the name of an illustrious Patriot. 
North Greece, N. Y. s. k. w. 
flgg- Answer next week. 
For the Rural New-Yorker. 
ARITHMETICAL QUESTION. 
Three persons, A. B. C., started for a certain 
place ; they were to stop at four different hotels. 
Their bill at each hotel was fifty cents. A. pro¬ 
posed to B. and C., if they would solve his prob¬ 
lem he would pay their bills, otherwise they were 
to pay his. A. says, I have not money enough to 
pay our bills, but if I pay at the first hotel, and 
then borrow as much as I have left, then pay the 
second bill, and then borrow as much as I have 
left, and so on to the fourth, it will take all my 
money. What sum did he start with before lie 
paid the first bill ? c. e. c. 
Fenner, N. Y., May, 1853. 
Answer next week. 
ANSWER TO ENIGMA, &c., IN NO. 20. 
Answer to Enigma for the Times — Brandy, 
Whiskey, Rum, Gin, Wine, Beer, Snuff, Tobacco, 
and Cigars. 
SENIKOSIfft & YJOJSGAVS WTENT 
NEW YORK REAPER, FOR 1853. 
1 THE great value and importance of the Reaper to Grain 
Growers of the world, is established beyond a ques¬ 
tion of doubt. Frequent tests have been made before 
Agricultural Societies both in this country and in Eng¬ 
land, gloving the Reaper to save in a single harvest its 
first cost to the purchaser, over the ordinary way of cut¬ 
ting grain. Probably no implement is as valuable to the 
farmer where any considerable quantity of grain is raised, 
as the Reaping Machine 
At the present time there are several very good Ma¬ 
chines before the Public, and now the question seems to 
be—which is the best 1 We claim precedence for ours, 
considering some of the following principles embodied in 
our Patents, that are. essential to a Reaper and can not be 
found in any other Machine; which enables us to oiler to 
the farmers”of the United States a 
Superior and Perfect Reaping Machine, 
which, for durability, exactness of construction, perfect 
manner of cutting grain, ease with which it may be work¬ 
ed, and lightness of draught has 
NEVER BEEN EQUALLED! 
i l3t. The cutter bar is placed nearly on a line with the 
axles of the driving-wheel, and nearly opposite the driv¬ 
ing-wheel is the ground-wheel, which being thirty indies 
in diameter , lessens the labor which has heretofore been 
performed in working such Machines; and does away with 
all difficulty iu backing and turning. 
‘id. The knife or sickle is sealioped and in sections, 
which cannot be clogged; and in case of accident can be 
repaired by any good blacksmith. 
3d. The man in discharging the grain stands on the rear 
of the platform, where lie has his work before him and 
can perform it in a perfectly natural and easy manner; 
and also from the construction of the attendant’s stand lie 
may change his position according to the length and 
amount of straw cut. 
4tli. The new and improved combination box, contain¬ 
ing the smaller gear, combines great strength t\nA dura¬ 
bility, with perfect simplicity of arrangement, preventing 
any displacement or twisting of the gearing; in this it 
possesses great advantages over any other similar Machine 
and so far ns we know, there have been no failures in the 
largo number made. 
5th. The lightness of the Machine and mainly of the 
side-draught or pressure, which being obviated, enables a 
single team to pass with it over uneven ground with speed 
and ease. 
We make our acknowledgments to the farmers for that 
generous confidence we have labored so diligently to sus¬ 
tain ; and encouraged by the past, we have again com¬ 
menced tho manufacture of a large number for 1853, 
which vie sell under a strong “ warranty.” The Reaper 
shall be well made, of good materials, durable with proper 
care, can cut from 15 to 20 acres per day with one span of 
horses, and do the work better than done by ordinary 
cradling, or no sat.e 1 
Innumerable certificates might he given of the great val¬ 
ue of this Machine, but our Reaper is so well known, we 
deem it unnecessary. By reference to the Reports of our 
State Agricultural Society, on the trial of Reaprs. held at 
Geneva, N. Y., in July last, it will be seen this Machine out 
a given amount in about three-fifths of the average time of 
other Reapers. The following gentlemen are Agents for 
the sale of the New York Reaper, and any orders received 
by them will be filled in due season : 
‘S G Williams, Esq., of Janesville, Wis., is our General 
Agent for the West, and is authorized to appoint sub- 
Agents, except in Ohio and Southern Indiana. 
Wm Bosworth, is General Agent for the State of Ohio 
except a few counties. Messrs. Warder & Brokaw, of 
Springfield, Ohio, have the exclusive right to make and 
vend for Southern Indiana, north to the 40th deg. of lat. 
running east to the Ohio Canal, including the south-west 
corner of the State of Ohio. 
John H Forse,.Simcoc, C. W. 
Chaunccy Lewis,.Fingal, do. 
Messrs. John Mayher & Co.,.New York City. 
I T Grant & Co.,.Troy, N. Y. 
Lawrance Sc Crane,.Penn Yan, N. Y. 
Butterfield & Walker,.Palmyra, “ 
David Eddy,.Scipio, 
Joseph Stout,.Jacksonville, “ 
Howard fc Co.,.Buffalo, “ 
Sylvester Harmon,.Wheatland, “ 
Norman Seymour, Jr.,.Mt. Morris, “ 
Col Geo S Moote,.Wilson, “ 
J Henderson,.Horseheads, “ 
jrrp” We will give further information to any who may 
address us personally, or by mail. 
SEYMOUR, MORGAN & CO. 
Brockport, Monroe Co., N. Y. [175eowtf.] 
E. D. HALL0CK, No.24 Excharge St., Rochester, 
has been appointed sole Agent for the sale of the above 
Reaper, in that city. He will have a Reaper bn exhibition 
at bis Agricultural Warehouse, and will at all times be 
prepared to fill rrders at ma nufacturers prices. _ 
oaujden an w FiJEibai sks-;b>s 
From the If etc Establishment of Van Zandt V Mowdisli, 
No. 114 State street, Rochester, N. Y. 
C AN be purchased of the merchants generally through¬ 
out the country, in Papers or Packages, on the most 
reasonable terms. Also at tho Agricultural Warehouse 
of E. 1). IIai.t.ock, No. 24 Exchange street, near the 
Clinton Hotel, Rochester, N. V. 
The Seeds from this establishment can be relied on as 
being of the very best quality. They are mostly imported, 
or grown by the Eastern Shakers, and are warranted.— 
Full directions for cultivation printed on each Paper and 
Package. VAN ZANDT & BOWD1SH. 
Rochester, N. Y., 1853. 170m6. 
1 *111-0 Kred Male Stock at Private Sale, 
AT MOUNT FORDIIAM, WESTCHESTER CO., 
Eleven Miles from City Hall, New York. 
I WILL sell and let from 10 to 12 Short Horned Bulls 
and Bull Calves, 4 Devon Bulls and Bull Calves, and 
from 12 to 15 Southdown Rams. The annual sale by A ac¬ 
tion will be omitted this year, as I wish to reserve all the 
Females, having recently purchased another Farm, to ena¬ 
ble me to increase my Breeding Establishment. My Hog 
Stock, including all the Spring litters, are engaged. 
- Catalogues with full Description and Pedigrees of the 
‘ above Bulls, and Southdown Rams, with the Prices at¬ 
tached, can be obtained by the 15t.h April next, from the 
subscriber, or at any of the principal Agricultural Stores, 
f or from the Editors of the principal Agricultural Journals. 
March 23d, 1853. 
L. G. MORRIS. 
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