MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YO RKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
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OH HARMONY. 
When whispering winds do softly steal 
With creeping passion through the heart; 
And when at every touch wo feel 
Our pulses beat, and bear a part; 
When threads can make 
A heart-string quake; 
Philosophy 
Will scarcely deny 
The soul can melt in Harmony. 
O lull me, lull me, charming air, 
My sense is rocked with wonders sweet •, 
Like snow on wool tby fallings are, 
Soft, like spirit’s are thy feet; 
Grief who need fear, 
That hath an ear ?— 
Gown let him lie, 
And slumbering die, 
And change his soul for harmony. 
DAGUERREOTYPES. 
CHAPTER I. 
> Jim Scroggins, though in the main an 
> honest, peaceable, quiet, harmless fellow, 
> had a beastly habit of getting drunk when- 
> ever a fit opportunity presented itself; and 
unfortunately, because “ where there’s a will 
there’s a way,” the opportunities wero both 
fit and frequent. 
Jim owned a comfortable homestead, that 
ho had almost paid for. Mrs. Scroggins 
was a “ real worker,” and no doubt did her 
full share in buying the homestead. She 
was endowed with a great deal of energy, 
good judgment, and people wore so mali¬ 
cious as to say she was the smartest man of 
the twain. 
Bo this as it may, Mrs. Scroggins was an 
industrious woman, and took a good deal of 
pride in tho little place which had been 
bought by their mutual industry—and the 
thought of having it wrested from them by 
a cold-hearted creditor was in the highest 
degree disagreeable; but to such a calamity 
her husband’s infirmity, as the good minis¬ 
ter of the village called it, seemod to point. 
Tho habit grew upon him, as it almost al¬ 
ways does upon those who aro in tho habit 
of imbibing too freely. The miseries of 
tho drunkard’s wife had been too often pre¬ 
sented to tho good woman’s understanding, 
to bo regarded as simply creations of imagi¬ 
nation, and she looked forward with alarm 
to tho prospect of enduring them, and lo¬ 
sing the little place. 
But what could be done ? She had ex¬ 
hausted her eloquence upon tho infatuated 
man, without producing anything but a tem¬ 
porary effect. She pointed out to him, 
kindly, tho inevitable effect of his indul¬ 
gence, and Jim promised to do better; but 
alas for tho vanity of human expectations ! 
he got tipsy tho very next day. 
Then she appealed to his love of monoy— 
to his satisfaction in being the owner of a 
cottage and ten acres of land, and warming 
up with the importance of the subject, de¬ 
clared that sho would not enslave herself 
any longer to pay for the place, and then 
have it taken away from them to pay a rum 
bill. 
Jim listened patiently to the good dame’s 
eloquence, [and. as usual, promised to do 
better, but, also, as usual, he came into the 
house tho very next day, tight as a fiddle 
string. 
Mrs. Scroggins was in despair; “ what to 
do she didn’t know,” as sho expressed it to 
Parson Allwiso, who was a sympathizer with 
her in distress. She had entreated, sho had 
scolded, she had threatened, and all to no 
purpose. “ What could a body do ?” 
Parson Allwiso himself, though he made 
it a point not to interfere in tho domestic 
affairs of his parishioners, was at last moved 
to try his powers of persuasion on tho poor 
fellow. 
But Jim, unfortunately for the succes of 
his appeal, had but a poor opinion of minis¬ 
ters in general, and of Parson Allwise in 
particular, and as good as told tho worthy 
Pastor that he had better mind his own 
business. 
Mrs. Scroggins was shocked at tho bold¬ 
ness of her spouse in answering a ministor 
of tho gospel in such a pointed manner, and 
was led to believe that tho case was now 
hopeless indeed. 
But woman’s wits aro equal to almost any 
emergency; and though sho had confessed¬ 
ly given Jim over to the tender mercies of 
the devil, she could not help thinking it 
would be a good thing if ho could only’ be 
saved from himself. 
One day, circumstances seemed to con¬ 
spire in favor of an experiment, which had 
suggested itself to her fertile brain, and she 
immediately carried it into effect, with the 
most happy success as the sequel will show. 
CHAPTER II. 
Jim had been cleaning out the pig pen, 
and as tho operation was rather a disagreoa- 
able one, he had fortifiod his olfactories by 
drinking an inordinate quantity of vile New 
England rum. 
The filthy stuff happily, did not take ef¬ 
fect on his brain till the job was dono. The 
pig-pen was cleaned out, but Jim was in a 
condition which better fitted him to occupy 
it, than the noat, white-floored kitchen of 
his cottage. But Jim did not realize this 
unpleasant truth, and loaving his shovel and 
hoe in the 8ty, staggered to tho house. 
“ He was a sight to behold,” as Mrs. Scrog¬ 
gins told the ministor. Tho job he had just 
completed was essentially a dirty one, and 
Jim, as wo have remarked, being prudent, 
he had prepared himself to perform it with¬ 
out any detriment to the neat garments he 
ordinarily wore. He was dressed in a rag¬ 
ged suit of clothes, and on his head rested 
a shocking bad hat, with the crown stove in, 
and tho brim half torn off. As tho liquor 
: began to fuddle him, ho moved it over from 
its perpendicular position, so that it rested 
quite jauntily on one side of his head. 
Jim settled himself heavily in a chair by 
tho cooking stove, looked silly, and seemed 
disposed to address himsolf to slumber, his 
usual resort when inebriated. 
Mrs. Scroggins was mad at first, for it was 
only tho day before, that Jim for the hun¬ 
dredth time, had promised never to drink 
another drop, not even in a case of sick¬ 
ness. 
But what was tho use of getting mad with 
such a poor, silly imbecile thing as ho was 
at that moment. He was not in a condi¬ 
tion to appreciate a regular matrimonial 
blow up, and she wisely resolved to reserve 
tho vials of her wrath, to be poured out at 
a more convenient season. 
Sho looked at him and thought of losing 
■ tho little place—of penury, degradation and 
the poor house. A lucky thought arose, like 
the Phoenix from the flames, out of the 
contemplation of the dark picture; and af¬ 
ter a few moments deliberation, sho put on 
' her bonnet and cloak, and hurried over to 
the village not half a mile distant. 
For a week previous a young daguerreo- 
typist, with a portable saloon—a kind of 
overgrown omnibus—had boon delighting 
tho villagers by giving them tho semblance 
of their faces, at prices varying from nine 
shillings to threo dollars a head, depending 
on the value of the case. 
All the people in tho town had been da- 
guerreotyped, and tho omnibus man was tho 
most popular person in the village. All the 
dames and maidens had been taken, and 
every Jonathan and Jehial who could boast 
of a Susan, a Ruth, or a Sally, was taken, 
with her by his side in tho picture, his arm 
thrown lovingly around her neck, and look¬ 
ing unutterably affectionate. 
But Mrs. Scroggins was not sentimental; 
sho had gotten over all that long before 
Jim took to drinking. She proposed to put 
tho skill of the daguerrootypist to a moro 
practical uso than that of getting the good 
will of a lover. 
Sho entered tho saloon, and though her 
heart did beat a little at the degradation of 
exposing her domestic, matters to an entire 
stranger, sho demeaned herself with all the 
firmness becoming the trying occasion. 
Fortunately for her all the people in 
town had “ been taken,” and it was a dry 
time with the artist. In as few words as pos¬ 
sible sho stated tho caso to him, and the 
young gentleman readily promised co-ope¬ 
ration. 
Taking his apparatus under his arm, ho 
accompanied Mrs. Scroggins to the cottage 
where Jim was sleeping off tho effects of the 
villainous New England. 
The inebriate sat in precisely the same 
position in which his wife had left him. Ho 
was asleep in a high-backed chair, which 
kept his head tip, so that every thing was fa¬ 
vorable to the sitting. 
In a trice Jim Scroggins’ old hat, ragged 
clothes, long beard, dozing, drunken ex¬ 
pression, and all, was transferred to the 
plate. 
But tho picturo did not suit tho artist; ho 
thought one taken when tho sitter was awake 
would be a more correct representation.— 
Mrs. Scroggins thought so too, and when 
tho dagurreotypist had put in a new plate, 
she waked him up. 
“ What d’ye want ?” asked Jim, with a 
yawn. 
“ Wake up!” and the lady gave him a 
smart pinch, which opened his eyes, giving 
out tho true expression of the drunkard. 
Tho artist was prompt and in an instant 
edition second of Jim Scroggins was on tho 
plate. 
The original, not being required for fur¬ 
ther use, was suffered to sink away and com¬ 
plete his nap. 
The pictures wore put into a frame, and 
Mrs. Scroggins producod her money. 
“Nothing, ma’am, I shall not chargo you 
anything.” 
“ But, sir, I am able to pay.” 
The artist shook his head, rosolutely re¬ 
fusing to touch her money. Of course Mrs. 
Scroggins was grateful, and gave tho artist 
an invitation to take tea with her, which he 
accepted. In tho course of the meal the 
daugerreotypist told the story of his own 
life — how he had been brought up in 
tho midst of intemperance, and knew all 
about it. His father had died a drunkard, 
and leaving his mother penniless, he had 
supported her from the profits of his porta¬ 
ble saloon. Mrs. Scroggins of course sympa¬ 
thized with tho young man and readily un¬ 
derstood why he would not take pay for the 
pictures. 
But what was bettor than all, the young 
artist took quite a fancy to Jim’s only 
daughter, a pretty girl of eighteen; and, af¬ 
ter tea, insisted on taking hor daguerreo¬ 
type. And the sly rogue pretended that tho 
first was not a good one, and took another 
—one of which he took away with him. 
The tea things wore cloared away, and 
when he did go the poor girl’s heart follow¬ 
ed him, and half the night she laid awake to 
think of him. 
chapter m. 
Jim Scroggins recovered from his debauch, 
but the first thing ho saw when he came in¬ 
to the kitchen in tho morning, was two da¬ 
guerreotypes which lay upon the table. 
He picked up one of them, and~startod 
back in confusion, when ho rocognizod his 
own distorted features. 
He examined the other. It was the coun¬ 
tenance of the first, with eyes open, and 
looking ten times more hideous than tho 
sleeping picture. 
“Good gracious !” exclaimed ho; “ did I 
ever look so infernal homely as that ?’ and 
he proceeded to scrutinize the pictures sec¬ 
ond time. 
“ Blamo me! if I thought I ever looked so ] 
confounded mean as that, I’d go down and 
jump into the rivor.” 
“ I have seen them though that looked 
just like that aro,” continued ho ; “ but them 
was drunkards; now I ain’t a drunkard, 
though I sometimes get a little sizzled. I 
never lit my pipe at tho pump, though. 
Howsomover, them was taken for me, tho’ 
when or where I have no kind o’ notion.— 
There’s the old hat, and there’s the old coat 
—no mistake.” 
The footsteps of his wife caused him to 
drop the picturos. and ho hastenod out of 
tho house to avoid the tempest which he 
thought his wickedness would call down up¬ 
on his head. 
It is a notable fact that he omitted his 
morning dram on this occasion, and his wife 
took courago. Liko a prudent woman, as 
she was, sho did not say a word about the 
occurrences of yosterday, and permitted 
him to eat his breakfast in peace. 
Ho got through the day without drinking 
a drop, but on tho following day the old ap¬ 
petite clamored for tho usual dram, and in 
the afternoon, whilo his wife was in the sit¬ 
ting-room, ho went to tho closet where he 
kept tho bottle. 
But the first thing that met his gaze was 
the two daguerreotypes, resting against his 
black bottle. There was Jim Scroggins, 
drunk—asleep; and Jim Scroggins, drunk 
—awake. 
“ Them darn’d dogartypes !” muttered he, 
starting back in confusion at the miserable 
looking object they faithfully shadowod to 
him. 
Jim stopped to think. He fully resolved 
never again to be the loathsome being they 
represented him to be. Taking the black 
bottle, he went to the door with it, and with 
right good will hurled it on tho door-stone, 
where it was dashed into a thousand frag¬ 
ments, and the delectable stuff irretrievably 
lost. 
“ Hallo, what are you about ?” said a 
young man just entering tho yard. 
“ Smashing my rum bottle,” said Jim with 
admirable coolness. 
“ You aro the dogtypo man, ain’t you,” 
said Jim. 
“I am.” 
“ Walk in, if you please,” said Jim, ushQr- 
ing Mr. Shadow into the sitting-room whore 
his wife and daughter were. 
“ Wife,” said he, “ you had them picters 
taken.” 
“ I did, James.” 
“ I’ve broko the bottle, and as to looking 
liko them things again, I never will.” 
“ Thank God ! James ; I hope you never 
will.” 
“ Here is tho pledge,” said Mr. Shadow, 
who was a temperance man in practice as 
well as in principle. 
“ I’ll sign it, by Mighty 1” and Jim did 
sign it. 
“Now, wife, will you rub them things out.” 
“ Certainly, James,” and Mrs. S. went for 
tho pictures. 
“And now,” said the young man, “Mr. 
Scroggins, if you will walk over to my sa¬ 
loon, I shall be happy to take tho real man, 
as God made him. ’ 
“ I’ll do it; and Betsey you shall come, 
too, and Susy.” 
Susy went with her father and mother, 
though her picture had been taken. On the 
way, Mr. Shadow walked by her sido, and 
said a great many silly things. 
The daguerreotypes were taken, and Jim 
was surprised to see the difference between 
the picture of a drunken man and that of a 
sobor one. 
He drank no more liquor, and though 
this incident happened three years ago, he 
is still a sober, reputable man in tho village. 
The little place is all paid for, and Mrs. S. 
is superlatively happy. 
Susan, in loss than a year, became the 
wife of Mr. Shadow, who, notwithstanding 
his name, is a man of substance, and loves 
his wife all the more because he was instru¬ 
mental in saving her from the degredation 
of being a drunkard’s daughter. 
THE DUCHESS OE SUTHERLAND. 
Our readers ask who is the Duchess of 
Sutherland ? She is a handsomo woman, 
and is in tolerable preservation at the age 
of fifty. Sho has boon a grandmother 
several years—having married off her daugh¬ 
ters, all of them handsome and healthy, at 
early ages. She was mistress of the Robes 
to Queen Victoria for several years, and is 
her personal friend. The Duke of Suther¬ 
land is nearly twenty years her senior—a 
tall, thin, silent man, with light hair and 
sandy whiskers, and much different from his 
younger brother, the Earl of Ellesmere, who 
is dark comploxioned and well-looking.— 
The Duchess of Sutherland is one of the 
Earl of Carlisle’s sisters. He visited tho 
United States ten or twelve years ago, when 
he was Lord Morpeth. It is very odd that 
he, and all the male members of his family, 
should bo extremely plain in features, while 
the females have been noted for their beau¬ 
ty. Earl Carlisle’s grandfather was a poet 
and a playwright. In “ English Bards and 
Scotch Reviewers” mention was mado of 
“ The paralytic bulings of Carlisle;” and, 
some years later, Byron (who was his cousin 
and ward, and hated him) wrote a severe 
epigram, which may not have got into print 
on this side of the water. Carlisle, on one 
and tho same day, had subscribed a thou¬ 
sand pounds to some charity, and publised 
a sixpenny pamphlet. Byron thus com¬ 
memorated the double event:— 
(i Carlisle subscribes a thousand pound 
Out of his rich domains, 
And for a sixpence circles round 
The product of his brains. 
’Tis thus the difference you may hit, 
Between his money and his wit” 
-wwwwv*-- 
What he Wanted-— “Doctaw doctaw,” 
said an exquisite, tho other day. “ I want 
you to toll mo what to put into my head to 
make it right.” 
“ It wants nothing but brains,” said the 
physician. 
Wilt anil Imirnr. 
SONNET TO SUMMER. 
O balmy, breezy, beauteous, bounteous Summer! 
To men and women, little girls and boys, 
To birds and beasts, thou bringest many joys, 
And art indeed a truly welcome comer 1 
Now stroll in pastures green, fat sheep and cows, 
Now vernal blades prepare for Autumn sheaves. 
And woods (tho’ stationary) take their leaves, 
And all politely make their prettiest boughs 1 
Now the blithe Farmer in the early morn 
With sturdy step strides o’er the fallow field, 
And plants, in hope that, tho’ a while concealed. 
The grateful Harvest may “ confess the corn," 
And so return him from the fruitful mould, 
His gift augmented by a hundred fold 1 
[Burlington Sentinel. 
Bluffing a Witness. —“ Mr.-•, you 
have a son who is an idiot, have you not ?’’ 
“ Yes sir.” 
“ Does he know anything ?” 
“Very little.” 
“ How much does ho know ?” 
“ Well, almost nothing ; not much moro 
than you do.” 
Tho witness was allowed to retire without 
further question, amidst the most uproari¬ 
ous screams of laughter. 
Wiiat do You Think. —A young buck of 
tho soaplock order who wore an unshaven 
face, because as he said, it “ looked foreign,” 
lately accosted a Yankee as follows: 
“ 1 say fellow, some individuals think I 
am a Frenchman, and some tako me for an 
Etalyean—now, what do you think I am ?” 
“ 1 think you aro a darned fool!” replied 
Jonathan. 
Jloutjfs €mux. 
“Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt; 
Nothing’s so hard, but search will find it out.” 
For the Rural New-Yorker. 
GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 20 letters. 
My 1, 14, 19, 9, 7 is a country in Africa. 
My 2, 5, 9, 19, 17, 15 is an island on the coast 
of Asia. 
My 3, 6, 15, 5 is a famous volcano in Italy. 
My 4, 17, 20,16, 9, 10, 3 is a country in Spain. 
My 5, 15, 2, 17, 11, 6 is one of the German 
States. 
My 6, 13, 12, 7, 8 is a country in Asia. 
My 7, 17, 10,6 is a lake in California. 
My 8, 3, 12, 16, 20,4, 2,5,1,8, 17 is a peninsu¬ 
la in Asia. 
My 9, 4, 13, 15, 18, 14, 12 is a country in Asia 
Minor. 
My 10, 5, 7, 20, 17 is a far off city. 
My 11, 13, 14, 18, 20, 9, 5, 15, 17 is one of the 
United States. 
My 12, 5, 12,12,13, 1, 2 is a cave in one of the 
Southern States. 
My 13, 15, 18, 13, 19 is an eastern river. 
My 14,16, 9, 4, 17 is a city in the State of 
New York. 
My 15, 17, 19,1,14,4, 8, 3,1 is an island in the 
Atlantic Ocean. 
My 16, 9, 16, 9, 4, 5, 4, 5 is a lake in South 
America. 
My 17, 19, 15 is a cape on the Atlantic coast. 
My 18, 7, 11, 5 is an Island on the coast of Ire¬ 
land. 
My 9, 10, 3 is a river in Egypt. 
My 20, 5, 11, 13, 19, 9, 4, 5 is a gulf on the 
coast of Europe. 
My whole is a range of mountains in North 
America. Pennie. 
North Bergen, N. Y., 1853. 
Answer next week. 
For the Rural New-Yorker. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 29 letters. 
My 1,2, 4 is a domestic animal. 
My 3, 8, 5, 9 is a delicious fruit. 
My 10, 11, 12, 24 is an article of food. 
My 13, 6, 7 we never should commit. 
My 3, 22, 29, 21, 23, 29 is a distinguished per¬ 
sonage. 
My 26, 27, 25 is a strong drink. 
My 14, 17, 6, 14, 13, 15, 9, 13 are used by the 
ladies. 
My 18, 3,8 is a mischievous animal. 
My 4, 20, 3 is a child’s toy. 
My 17, 18, 28, 4 children should never say. 
My 12,20, 21, 16 is a kind of grain. 
My 3,19, 5, 4, 8 is used in eating. 
My whole is, perhaps, the most important in¬ 
vention of the age. S. K. Whiting. 
East Wintlirop, Maine, June, 1853. 
[g§P“Answer next week. 
CHARADE. 
My first is found in Proverbs, 16 chap. 32 verse. 
My sixth “ “ “ 11“ 9 “ 
My eighth “ “ “ 6 “ 25 “ 
My fourth is described in “ 25 “ 21 “ 
My second “ “ “ 24 “ 5 last “ 
My seventh results from my third. 
My third “ “ “ first. 
My fourth “ “ “ second. 
My fifth will result from the possession of any 
of my other parts. 
The innitial letters of my whole spells an ar¬ 
ticle Ahich is the world’s greatest curse. 
The final letters are so completely enshrouded 
in mystery. I’ll challenge any one to toll me what 
they are. h. l. o> 
Livignston Co., N. Y. 
Jgf Answer next week. 
ANSWER TO ENIGMA, &c., IN NO. 25. 
Answer to Geographical Enigma— The Wash¬ 
ington Monument. 
RAIN-WATER FILTERS. 
S TIIE use of Filtered Rain- 
Water, for drinking and cook¬ 
ing purposes, has more to do 
with health, than most persons 
are aware. Hundreds of the 
first families in this city have 
used the Filter from one to four¬ 
teen j ears, with the highest sat¬ 
isfaction, and the demand in¬ 
creases, as their worth becomes 
known. As an article of luxu¬ 
ry, aside from health, no family 
(living in lime stone sections of 
country,) ought to dispense 
with their immediate use. They 
I •.■(»! j;;' can be safely forwarded to any 
r jo*!* section of country. Price, 5, 6, 
■ dollars, each, nocord- 
V. HHf r li'.aiul 10 dollars, each, accord- 
into size. Orders for Filters 
or Filters to be re-packed, left at J. Packard’s watch shop, 
State st., Rochester, will receive immediate attention. 
JOHN KEDZIE. 
Rochester, N. Y., June, 1853. 
Imported Morse, “Consternation,” 
A7"1LL stand this season at the farm of the 
Y V subscriber, two miles west of Syracuse 
and adjoining the village of Geddes. His 
colts and fillies are already in demand for 
breeding. Several have been sold duringthe past winter, 
at handsome prices, to go out of the State. 
Terms.—$10 for the season, and §15 to insure; the mo¬ 
ney to be paid in advance in all cases. -When a mare is 
insured and left at the farm of the subscriber, or regular¬ 
ly returned to the horse until the groom is satisfied she is 
in foal, a receipt will be given promising to refund the 
money if the mare was not got in foal. Pasturage fur¬ 
nished at three shillings per week. Mnres to be at the risk 
of owners in all respects. J. B. BURNETT, 
May 14. [177-tf] Syracuse, N. Y. 
GARBEN AND FIELD SEEKS 
From the New Establishment of Fan Zandt Buicdieh, 
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. D. Hallock, No. 24 Exchange street, near the 
Clinton Hotel, Rochester, N. Y. 
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 arc warranted.— 
Full directions for cultivation printed on each Paper and 
Package. VAN ZANDT & BOWDISH. 
Rochester, N. Y., 1853. I70m6. 
FERTILIZERS. 
1}ERUVIAN GUANO.$45 per ton. 
JL Super Phosphate of Lime, .... . 2 , >4 cents per pound. 
Bone Sawings, or Meal,.$2,50 per barrel. 
Turnings and Crushed,.2,25 “ “ 
Pulverized Charcoal,...1,00 “ “ 
Plaster, Ground,.1,12>£ to 1,25 do. 
Potash Scrapings,.to 4 cts. per lb. 
Sulphuric A cid,.. .2% to 2>£c. “ 
For sale at the State Agricultural Warehouse. 
LONGETT & GRiFFING, 
178w8. No. 25 Cliff Street, New York. 
GENESEE FAPiEB MILLS. 
C O-PARTNERSHIP NOTICE.—The subscribers hav¬ 
ing purchased the Genesee Paper Mills property, have 
this day formed a Co-partnership, under the name and 
firm of Adams, Huntington &. Co., for the purpose of 
Manufacturing Printing Paper, and dealing at wholesale 
and retail in all kinds of Paper Stock. Office and Ware¬ 
house, No. 93 State street. 
FRANCIS T. ADAMS, E. T. HUNTINGTON, 
WILLIAM A. ADAMS, ALVAH STRONG, 
ALBERT M. HASTINGS, D. D. T. MOORE. 
Rochester, April 15; 1853. 
MARSHALL’S ROOK BlAuLRV, 
BURNS’ BLOCK corner of State and Buf- 
street,over Sage & Brother'sBookstore, 
Rochester, N. Y. 
Music Books, Pamphlets, Periodicals, &c., bound in 
plain and fancy bindings; old hooks rebound; Blank Books 
ruled to any pattern, and bound to order; Public and Pri¬ 
vate Libraries repaired at short notice. Packages con¬ 
taining irections for binding, punctually attended to. 
N. B.—All work warranted, and done at low prices. 
April, 1852. [122tf] F. H. MARSHALL. 
GREAT PRIZE MEDAL. 
m THE WORLD’S FAIR AT LONDON,awarded us 
a Mammoth Silver Medal for the Best Hats.— 
Gents wishing the Spring and Summer style, will 
call. We are prepared to serve you with a superior arti¬ 
cle, and of the most becoming style. 
CLARK & GILMAN, 23 State St., 
[169-3m.] Rochester N. Y. 
Important to Farmers 
POKTARLE I?J 1 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, held in this city a few weeks since.— 
This admirable invention must commend itself to every 
one who has 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 ho 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 mil! 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 he sufficient for all. 
MV. Ross is, we believe, a resident of Rochester, N. Y. 
N. B.—Any further information relative to the Conical 
Mill can he obtained by letter, post-paid, or by calling at 
._ -4 /nnvTve unco 
the factory of 
CHARLES ROSS, 
2d story Phenix Building, Aqueduct-st., 
154—tf opposite the Arcade, Rochester, N. Y. 
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each insertion ,—in advance. XW" The circulation of the 
New-Yorker is much larger than that of any other news¬ 
paper published in the State, out of New York city. Only 
a limited space, however, is devoted to advertisements, and 
hence preference is given to those most appropriate—such 
as the cards and notices of dealers in Agricultural Imple¬ 
ments and Machinery,—Horticulturists and Seedsmen,— 
Booksellers and Publishers,—Inventors, etc. All orders 
by mall should be accompanied with the cash. 
To enable us to accommodate as many as possible, brief 
advertisements are preferred. Patent medicines, &c., 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. 
THE WOOL GROWER AND STOCK REGISTER. 
This is the only American Journal primarily devoted to 
the interest of Wool and Stock Growers, and should be in 
the hands of every owner of Domestic Animals. It is ably 
conducted, published in the best style, and finely illustra¬ 
ted. Each number contains a careful Review of the Wool 
and Cattle Markets, and much other useful and reliable 
information which can be obtained from no other source. 
The Fifth Volume commences with July, 1853. 
Terms Fifty Cents a Year ; Five Copies for $2 ; 
Eight for $3; Eleven for $4. Back volumes, bound in 
paper, at 40 cts. each,—unbound at 35 cts., or three for $1. 
Published monthly, in octavo form. Specimen numbers 
sent free. Money, properly enclosed, at our risk. 
Address D. D. T. MOORE, Rochester, N. Y. 
