MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YO IKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
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For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
“ OH FOE A HOKE.” 
On ' for a liorne, ’mid those sylvan shades 1 
’Mid the sighing winds, and the shadowy glades 
Where the sheltering arms of the giant trees, 
Seem bcckening to me, as they wave in the breeze. 
Oh for the joys of the forest home, 
Where the wild birds sing, and the sweet winds roam, 
Where the star-like flowers raise their dewy eyes 
To woo one glance from the azure skies. 
Oh for a home, ’mid the rustling leaves: 
’Neath the towering dome that the forest weaves, 
Where the mystic shades in the tree-tops lay. 
And the wood-nymphs dance in the moonlight ray. 
Oh for a home, in some solitude deep, 
By a wild, wild stream, or a craggy steep, 
Where alone I may wander, where footstep ne’er trod, 
And worship with Nature, the grandeur of God. 
Barre, N. Y., May, 1853. Viana Mradows. 
THE WIFE’S FORETHOUGHT. 
A SKETCH FOE YOUNG MARRIED FEOFLE. 
BY SYI.VANUS COBB, JR. 
Anson Kimball had been married about 
a month. His business was at tin-making, 
and he had a shop of his own, and his whole 
stock was paid for. so ho felt quite indepen¬ 
dent, the future looking all clear and bright. 
His wife was one of those mild, loving crea¬ 
tures that hang fondly upon the interest 
and affections of the husband, and whose 
soul may sink or swim with the fortunes of 
the being it has chosen as a partner. 
One evening the young couplo were sit¬ 
ting in their comfortable apartment, the 
husband engaged in reading, and the wife 
working busily with her neodle. 
“ I must bo up early to-morrow morning, 
Linnie, for our party starts shortly after 
sunrise,” said Anson, as he laid down his 
paper and leaned back in his chair. 
“ Then you are going, are you ?” remarked 
Linnie. There was just regret enough in 
hor tone to render her voice less lively than 
usual, but it must have been a very keen 
observer that could have noticed it. 
“ 0, to be sure,” returned the young man, 
in a gay, laughing tone. “You know the 
hands in the old shop go on this salt-water 
fishing excursion every year, and of course 
I must go with them. We can’t take our 
ladies with us on such a trip, but you shall 
have a good time to make up for it.” 
“ You mustn’t think, Anson, that I envy 
you the pleasure you anticipate, for I am 
sure that nothing can give mo more satis¬ 
faction thap to know that you are enjoying 
yourself.” 
“ I believe you, Linnie ; and I assure you 
I shall enjoy myself on this trip exceeding¬ 
ly. So you will be happy, too, eh ?” 
* “ Certainly,” returned the young wife; 
but the word seemed spoken reluctantly. 
“ Come, come, Linnie, you don’t speak as 
you feel. Now you don’t want mo to go,” 
said Anson, with a tinge of disappointment 
in his tone. 
“ If you think it would be for your good 
to go, of course I should want you to go.” 
“ And how can it be otherwise ?” 
“ You wont be offended, Anson, if I tell 
you.” 
“Poh, what an idea. I be offended at 
you ? Come, tell me your thoughts.” 
As the young man spoke he moved his 
chair to the side of his wife, and put his 
arm about her neck. 
“Well,” returned Linnie, in an earnest, 
yet pleasant tone, “ I was thinking of the 
expense.” 
“ Ha, ha, ha! The expense. Why, it wont 
be over five dollars at the farthest.” 
“ But, five dollars is considerable. You 
know we are young yet, and all we have is 
the house wo live in, and your small shop.” 
“ And is not that enough ? How many of 
my young friends are there who are even 
so well off as that ?” 
“ I know you are fortunate, Anson, but 
none are beyond tho reach of misfortune.— 
For a few years we had better live as econ¬ 
omically as possible with consistent enjoy¬ 
ment.” 
“ So I intend to ; but what is five dollars 
compared with the amount I shall be able 
to lay up in a year.” 
“ Why, it will make that amount some 
eight or ten dollars short.” 
“ That’s strange logic, Linnie.” 
“ Not at all, Anson. You will spend five 
dollai’s in money, and lose the time of two 
working days.” 
“ So I shall: but I tell you, Linnie I’ll 
work enough harder for it when I come 
back. So I may go, mayn’t I ?” 
This last sentence was spoken playfully, 
and the young man kissed his wife as he 
spoke. 
“ Of course you may,” returned Linnie, 
with a smile; “ but I suppose I shall have to 
go without a little sum I had wanted.” 
“ How much w r as it T 
“ Five dollars.” 
“ 0, you can have that, of course, and 
more too, if you want it.” . 
“ That will be enough.” 
Anson Kimball took out his wallet and 
handed his wife a five dollar bill, and the 
conversation then turned upon other and 
various matters. 
Anson Kimball was like thousands of oth¬ 
ers who are situated in like circumstances. 
With a free and open heart he marked out 
his future for a field of enjoyment, without 
taking care to make much preparation for 
the sum he might be likely to meet on the 
way. And then again like all others, he 
mistook the character of life’s real enjoy¬ 
ment. He lost sight of some of the higher 
and more noble sources of happiness, and 
dwelt too much in tho satisfaction of the 
physical appetito. True, he enjoyed him¬ 
self and kept clear of all extremes, but yet 
he failed to see that his enjoyments were 
nearly all ephemeral—that ho was laying 
up little or nothing for time to come. 
A year passed away, and the annual fish¬ 
ing excursion came in course along. 
“ Well Linnie,” said the young man, “ to¬ 
morrow the boys go down the harbor, and 
I am going with them. Of course you have 
no objections.” 
“No,” returned tho wife, in hor usual 
pleasant tone. “ If you can afford it.” 
“ 0, there’s no trouble about that.” 
“ Don’t you remember tho conversation 
we had a year ago on this same subject 7 
asked Linnie. 
“ Yos,—I remember then you talked about 
saving money, but we aint any poorer now 
than wo should have been if I had staid at 
home.” 
“But tell mo, Anson, have you laid up as 
much during the past year as you had ex¬ 
pected to ?” 
“ Why, as for that matter, I haven’t laid 
up much of anything. Tho fact is, Linnie, 
you have drawn rather harder on mo than I 
expected.” 
“ But I havn’t spent any more money for 
trivial affairs and amusements than you 
have, Anson, and I don’t think I have so 
much.” 
“ I didn’t mean to blame you, my doar. 
1 only mentioned the circumstance to ex¬ 
plain why I had not laid up anything. But 
never mind, there’s time enough yet, and 
besides we’ve enjoyed ourselves. I think 
after this fishing excursion is over, however, 
I shall begin to dock my expenses a little, 
for I must lay up a little something the next 
year.” 
“ We certainly have every chanco to save 
money,” returned Linnie, “ for both the 
house and shop are ours without rent, and 
we are free from debt.” 
Anson Kimball started at that last remark, 
and turned his face towards the window, 
but his wife did not appear to notice his 
emotion. 
“ You know, Anson,” continued Mrs. Kim¬ 
ball, “ that you promised me I should have 
fivo dollars when you went on another ex¬ 
cursion, and I shall certainly hold you to 
that promise.” 
“ Of course—that’s fair,” returned the 
young man; “ but do you need it now ?” 
“ Yes.” 
“ What are you going to do with it 
“ You won’t be offended ?” 
“ No.” 
“ Then, to tell you the truth, I owe a lit¬ 
tle sum.” 
The young man looked earnestly at his 
wife, and though he evidently wished to say 
something about her running in debt, yet 
for reasons best known to himself, ho kept 
quiet, and handed over the fivo dollars. 
Anson joined his old shopmates on their ex¬ 
cursion, and when he returned he thought 
some about beginning to cut off some of his 
unnecessary expenses, but ho introduced no 
now system of operations. Two or three 
times ho did refrain from indulging some 
petty appetito, but he soon settled back in¬ 
to tho old track, and the small bits of mo¬ 
ney slipped away as fast as ever. 
Three years had passed away since the 
young couple were married, and few could 
have wished for more social comfort than 
they had enjoyed during the greater part of 
that time. For a month or two, howover, 
tho young man had been gradually growing 
more sober and thoughtful, until at length 
he had become really sad and down-heart¬ 
ed. His wife had endeavored to cheer him 
up, though she was unable to learn the cause 
of his dejection. 
One evening, just before dusk, Linnie saw 
two men pass her window and enter her 
husband’s shop. One of them she know to 
be the sheriff, and the circumstance troubled 
hor not a little. She waited half an hour 
for her husband to come to supper, but he 
did not appear, and her sufferings began to 
bo acute. A thousand conjectures flitted 
through her mind, but they brought her no 
consolation, and at length she determined 
to go to the shop door and see if she could 
not overhear something of what -was passing 
within, feeling that such a course would at 
least bo pardonable. 
Linnie stole out from her front door and 
went towards the shop. She placed her ear 
to the key-hole and listened, but she could 
only hear an indistinct hum of voices, among 
which was that of her husband. The latter 
was evidently supplicating, for his tones 
were earnest and impassioned. Soon there 
was a movement of feet towards the (look, 
and Linnie hastened back to the house. 
Ere long her husband entered. Ho looked 
pale and troubled, and with a nervous move¬ 
ment of the muscles of his faco, as though 
ho would have concealed the grief that boro 
him down, he took his seat at the table. 
Poor Linnie watched her companion with 
an anxiety almost agonizing, but she spoke 
not a word until after Anson had set back 
from tho table. Tho food remained almost 
untouched upon his plate when he moved 
away, and he would have left the house had 
not his wife stopped him. 
“ Husband,” she said, in a soft, gentle 
tone, at the same time laying hor hand upon 
his arm, and gazing imploringly into his face, 
“ what is it that troubles you ?” 
“ Nothing, Linnie,” half fretfully returned 
he, and he made a motion as if to remove 
his wife’s hand from his arm. 
“There is something, Anson, I know there 
is. Come, do not keep it from me.” 
“ There is nothing that you need know.” 
“ But a wife need know all that can affect 
her husband thus. What is it, Anson ?” 
“ It is nothing but my own business, and 
a wife need not know all that.” 
This answer was harsh, and tears gushed 
to Linnie’s eyes. 
“ My dear husband,” she said, in tender 
accents, “to whom, 0, to whom, should you 
tell your sorrows, if not to her who loves 
you better than life itself ?” 
“Forgive me, forgive mo, Linnie—I meant 
ot to wound your feelings. I am very mis- 
rable, and I hardly know what I said.” 
“ Thon tell mo all. Come, sit down in my 
isy chair,for your brow is hot and feverish, 
here,—now tell me.” 
After the young man had taken the prof¬ 
iled seat, he gazed for a moment into the 
ice of his wife, and a look of deop anguish 
jsted upon his features. 
“ Linnie,” ho said, “ I may as well tell you 
11, but you must not chide me, nor must 
ou despond, for all is not dark as might be. 
am deeply in debt, and to-morrow my 
hop, and all that it contains, will be adver- 
sed by the sheriff for sale.” 
“ In debt.” murmured the wife. 
“Yes. During the last two years I have 
een purchasing stock on credit, and paying 
or it as it has been convenient. At first it 
eemed an easy way of doing business, but 
; has proved fatal; for when I received the 
>ay for my goods I forgot, or at least did 
ot sufficiently heed, that all that money 
/as not mine. I forgot that more than half 
f all the money I received belonged to the 
aen of whom I had purchased stock. Two 
mtes fell due day before yesterday. The 
nan to whom I gave them sold them in tho 
vay of business to a western firm, and now 
hey must be paid. To-morrow an officer 
•rill be placed in my shop, and nearly every- 
hing will havo to be sold. It is not tho loss 
if my stock and tools that I care so much 
.bout, for I havo health and strength, and I 
•an earn more, but it is the disgrace of tho 
thing. To think that I should fall like this, 
— me — a healthy, stout, good mechanic.” 
“How much do you owe ?” asked Linnie, 
'n a trembling voice. 
“ Both notes amount to four hundred 
dollars.” 
“ And haven’t you any part of it ?” 
“ Only about fifty dollars that I can col¬ 
lect readily.” 
“ And if those two notes were paid, you 
would be safe ?” 
“Yes.” 
“ Thon, thank God, you will not suffer!” 
oxclaimed Linnie. And overcome by hor 
feelings, she sank upon her husband’s neck, 
and burst into tears. 
“Linnie, Linnie,” cried tho young man, 
“ what do you mean ?” 
“ Wait a moment, my husband.” 
Tho wife brushed tho tears from her 
cheeks as she spoke, and left tho room, and 
in a few moments she returned, bearing in 
her hand a small book. There was a bright 
smile upon her face, and her husband looked 
upon her with astonishment. 
“ Here, my husband,” she said, stepping 
to his side and placing the book in his hand, 
at tho same time winding her arm about his 
neck, “if you carry that to the bank they 
will givo you three hundrod and seventy- 
five dollars for it.” 
“ Three hundred and seventy-five dol¬ 
lars !” repeated the astounded man, hardly 
crediting tho evidonco of his own senses. 
“Yes, Anson,” returned tho wife, sinking 
into hor husband’s lap. “That is money 
that I havo been laying up during tho last 
three years.” 
“ You laid it up, Linnie ? But whore 
could you have got it ?” 
“ You gave it to me yourself to spend for 
trifles. You know I havo claimed my sbaro 
of such money. Ho not blame me, Anson ; 
but I feared that you did not attach suffi¬ 
cient importance to the aggregate of the 
small sums you were almost daily spending. 
Once or twice I would have remonstrated, 
but you could not bo made easily to see it. 
I was but a young girl, and I feared to sot 
up a will against my husband, so I resorted 
to this metins of proving my position. O, 
my dear husband, you cannot know what 
sweet pleasure I experience now in finding 
that my experiment has been tho means of 
such good.” 
“ If your pleasure is equal to mine, then 
you must bo happy indeed.” exclaimed An¬ 
son, as ho drew his fond wife to his bosom. 
“ God bless you, Linnio, and mako me able 
to repay you for this. Now I see to whom 
you have owed the little debts you have 
sometimes contracted, and which I have 
helped you pay.” 
“ Yes,” returned Linnie, with a smile.— 
“ It was to you I owed them. And yet,” 
she added, with a meaning look, and in a 
lower tone of voice, “ I havo not drawn quite 
so much from the amusement fund as-.” 
“Hush, Linnie. I know I havo spent 
moro than I was aware of. but my eyes are 
open now, and I see it all.” 
“ And you do not blame mo for what I 
have done.” 
“ Blame you ?” exclaimed Anson, imprint¬ 
ing a warm kiss upon his wife’s brow. “ Let 
my future course show you how fondly you 
are cherished, and how faithfully I will bo 
guided by your judgment.” 
On tho next day Anson Kimball paid off 
those who would havo sold his stock, and ho 
had the pleasure of tearing his two notes in 
pieces. Ho spent no moro money foolishly, 
and as ho found the products of his labor 
beginning to gathor in his hands, his homo 
grow brighter, and his enjoyments were in¬ 
creased. By steady degrees ho rose to a 
position of honorable aftluenco, but through 
all his successes ho never lost sight of the 
gratitude he owed to the gontlo, faithful be¬ 
ing who had first opened his eyes to a 
knowledge of the secret of success, and 
saved him from pecuniary disgrace. He was 
an honored and respectod man, but he felt 
ho owed it all to his Wife’s Forethought. 
It is with great men as with high moun¬ 
tains. They oppress us with care when we 
stand under them; they disappoint our in- 
satiated imaginations when we are nigh, but 
not quite close to them; and then, tho fur¬ 
ther wo recede from them, the more aston¬ 
ishing they appear ; until their bases being 
concealed by intervening objects, thoy at 
one moment seem miraculously lifted abovo 
the earth, and tho next strike our fancies 
as let down from heaven. 
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Cut a Dido. —It is told in history that 
Dido, Queen of Tyre, about eight hundred 
and seventy years before Christ, fled from 
that place upon the murder of her husband, 
and, with a colony, settled upon the North¬ 
ern coast of Africa, where she built Car¬ 
thage. Being in want of land, she bargain¬ 
ed with the natives for as much land as she 
could surround with a bull’s hido. Having 
made the agreement, she cut the bull’s hide 
into fine strings, and tying them together, 
claimed as much land as she could surround 
with the long lino she had thus made. The 
natives allowed tho cunning Queen to have 
her way, but when any body played off a 
sharp trick, they said he had “ cut a Dido,” 
and the phraso has come down to our day. 
Goi,d Digging Husbands. —Young ladies 
are especially recommended to marry those 
young gentlemen who have returned from 
the “ Diggings,” as, independently of their 
golden charms, they make most domestica¬ 
ted husbands, and aro especialy reccom- 
mended as being adepts, from long practico, 
at Rocking the Cradle. — Diogenes. 
A Bad Dean. —How many fond mothers 
and frugal house-wives keep their pretty 
daughters and preserves for some extra oc¬ 
casion—some “ big bug ” or other, till both 
turn sour. This seems to us to bo marvel¬ 
ous poor economy.— Ex. 
Not Bad. —A late English writer says 
that tho only day an American dovotes to 
“relaxation,” is the day he takes medicine. 
Not a bad put in, that. 
There is a pork and lard shop up town 
that has a sign stuck up inside, of “ No 
whistling allowed while sausages are lying 
on the counter !” Sensible man that, and 
his sausages are dog cheap. 
Very few people aro truly wiso, but a 
great many, an immense majority, are other¬ 
wise. 
Don’t rely too much on the torches of 
others ; light one of your own. 
's (Lanier. 
“Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt; 
Nothing’s so hard, but search will find it out.’ 1 
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My next signifies to make, to originate. 
My third is a State in Germany. 
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