MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YO RKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
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THE HEART'S CHOICE. 
I ask not for a store of sold, 
For gems to deck my brow, 
Where worldings pay their hollow vows 
My spirit will not bow. 
O, when the heart is throbbing wild, 
And earth is dark and lone, 
Can wealth restoic the vanished light, 
And wake dead music’s tone ? 
I ask not for the laurel wreath, 
The poet’s living crown, 
For lightly though it seem to press 
’Twill weigh the spirit down. 
When o’er the loved one's early grave 
The bitter tear drops start, 
To know the lips are touched with fire 
Will never heal the heart. 
Let love be mine, and love alone, 
’Tis all of earth I ask, 
I will not hide a trusting heart 
Beneath deceptions mask. 
I will not waste in empty forms 
The wealth which God has given; 
Let me be loved by friends on earth 
And loved by Him in Heaven. . 
:ral Slide!) looli 
[Contributed for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker ] 
NIAGARA MEMENTOES, 
FOE THE LOVED CUES AT HOME. 
Clifton House, August 26, 1853. 
My heart to-night is overflowing with af¬ 
fection and good will. I feel an irresistible 
desire to do something for the pleasure of 
those I love, — to somehow make them 
share with mo my present happiness.— 
Supremely above all others my heart goes 
out to you, friend of my youth, companion 
of my womanhood, and sharer of my every 
joy and sorrow. I think of you in our far¬ 
away western home, in our woodsidecottage. 
Week after week pass away unblest by the 
presence of her you have ever called the 
“light of your life.” And all this long 
deprivation you cheerfully boar, that she 
may gain that best boon of life—health. 
May future years of life and health reward 
us for this trial! 
To that youthful sister, too, my heart 
goes out. She who loft her delightful home 
in the gay metropolis, with all the appliances 
of ease and refinement around, and summer 
journeys and pleasures in prospective—all, 
to take the place of her invalid sister. I 
long to see how your household and farm- 
ward, and childward cares become you ! 
I’ll venture that you have talked more baby 
talk than French, and have skimmed moro 
pans of milk than you have read pages of 
Gorman, and have read more “Iloilo books” 
and “Swiss Robinsons” to the little people, 
than Rollin or Macauley to yourself. But 
novor mind, sister, if the business of your 
present life is not perfectly charming to one 
of your years — believe me, you’ll never 
rogrot it. The experience of this summer 
will go with you through life. It will make 
you more of a woman than any school or 
training you could have. For some time 
past you havo been a recipient of thoughts 
and ideas from books and instructors. In 
this school your intellect and heart will 
expand, will develop to a maturity that 
will surprise you, when you come to look 
back upon this present as a part. 
As to your physique, I hope you will grow 
so robust that you will hardly dare show 
yourself in city society. If fullness of form 
and the rosiness of health will ronder you 
so agrostical as to exclude you from the 
charmed circle of fashion, I trust you will 
not, to avert so dire a calamity, stint your¬ 
self of puro fresh air and activo exercise.— 
Then, too, you will have through life the 
boundless gratitude of your sister, who could 
novor havo loft in any other hands all she 
holds most dear;—no, she would have died 
at her post of duty, oro sho would have left 
her all in the charge of hirelings. When 
restored to my home, and ablo to perform 
my household, wifely and motherly duties 
with tho energy and discretion of former 
days, how much wo shall alt thank her who 
has thus made a wholo family happy ! You 
say your cares are sometimes perplexing 
and fatigueing, but that you forget them in 
tho ploasant evening hours with your good 
brother-in-law. Now, now, take care, sister, 
or I shall be so jealous !—oh no! not jealous, 
but onvious. I admiro your good taste— 
and long to know thoso pleasures by sweet 
experience once more. 
My heart goes out to you, my troop of 
little ones ! You aro a part of my life, my 
very being, and the love I boar you is too 
deep for words. IIow it wilt glad you to 
hoar mama talk about Niagara—about Now 
York and Boston, and all tho places of 
intorest that, mayhap, I shall soo before my 
return. You, my first born, my Juno boy, 
you can’t boast that you and papa have 
been on the “ Maid of the Mist,” and tho 
Suspension Bridge, and that mama hasn’t. 
How impatient your littlo hearts aro at 
mama’s long absence, and you wonder why 
sho must stay so long at tho Water-Cure. 
But when the absence is past, and wo are 
all happily together again, how glad you 
will Ito for this absence. You will hardly 
think it tho same mama that used to lie 
upon the lounge, so pale and so tired after 
every exertion. My thoughtful Ida .will 
have no need to ask every morning, “ How 
do you feel mama ?”—and “ is your head 
any better ?” Nor will she bo so pained 
when sho sees mo stopping about the house, 
and ontreat so earnestly—“ Mama, please 
lie down a little while; you know you 
always get sick when you do so much at 
once.” 
Oh ! won’t you bo delighted when you 
find mama can walk down to tho “prairie,” 
or to tho “ marsh,” or to the “openings,” 
with you, or run a race down tho hill to tho 
“spring?” Does Florence’s pussy follow 
you in all your long rambles yet ? Won’t 
sho mew with astonishment when she finds 
mama going too ! And tho little Badger 
boys, can they walk so far ?— will they cry 
if we leave them behind ? Couldn’t we 
draw them in the littlo wagon till wo came 
to tho woods, and then let them learn to 
scramble through tho bushes.? 
How strange! that here, amid so much 
beauty and grandeur, and exciting pleasure 
my heart should wander away to Badger 
land ! What an aberrance ! when I meant 
to write you about Niagara, and not so much 
about myself and yourselves. Somehow all 
my packs and plunges and douches haven’t 
cured mo of such erratic wanderings. But 
what mementoes of Niagara can I bring 
you, or send you thence ? Hero we have 
all sorts of Indian curiosities formed of 
beads, skin, bark, fur, wood and sinew.— 
We havo littlo sculptured images from the 
fallen table rock. &c., &c. 
Will you havo pressed and dried flowers 
from the different points of interest for 
your hortus siccus, or specimens of the geo¬ 
logical curiosities here abounding for your 
cabinet ? Shall I catch you tho spray that 
rushes over one as they explore the cave of 
Eolus ?—or tho foam that rises on the bosom 
of the rage-spent waters ?—or bottle you 
somo of tho sea-green fluid ?—or twine you 
a wreath from the rainbow, or transfer its 
changing hues as it biidiantly and gracefully 
arches from tho edgo of tho cascade fall till 
it rests upon the rocks below ? Ah I fear I 
am in too egotistical a mood for any of those 
things to-night. Lot mo bring you tho 
thoughts of my heart, tho emotions of my 
soul—let mo mingle them with my talk of 
Niagara: to you my best friends I know 
nothing could be dearer. 
Here I enjoy the surroundings of art, 
wealth and luxury, in this well-ordered 
houso. Hero is porfoct management and 
tquict performance. No noise and confusion 
to disturb one’s quiot thoughts — to wake 
one from bright dreams, sweet worshippings 
of that which they came hither to enjoy. 
Near me are tho parks and gardens of this 
establishment, with their well kept lawns, 
neat walks and handsomely arranged flower 
beds—well lighted by gas in every part.— 
In the adjoining parlor ono may feast their 
eyes on natural and artificial beauties to 
their hearts content. But from theso all I 
turn with a careless eye. Let me walk upon 
tho broad verandah, or leaning against tho 
balustrado, let my eyes wander from the 
rapid far abovo to the deep dark waters far 
below. Here, at ono view, I take in the 
tho wholo of this most sublimely beautiful 
of Nature’s works. Tho terrible voico of 
tho tremendous torrent falls upon my ear, 
agreeably modulated and softened by tho 
intervening distance. Dark deep woods, 
frowning gray rocks, and fearful precipices, 
stand out in the clear star-light. Oh, 1 
could dwell forever ’mid scenes like this ! I 
should never tiro. It seems to me my heart 
would be better,— nobio aspirations would 
always swoll my soul,—no groveling tho’ts 
or angry passions would mar the character’s 
symmetry which held unbroken communion 
with sublimity, beauty and grandeur. 
The spray from Niagara still damps my 
brow and hair. Tho vibrations from the 
Cataract jar even this immenso edifice. Yet 
my thoughts aro straying—my heart is 
wandering. Ten years back I wander, 
when, closo by thy side, friend of my youth, 
wo truvorsod overy spot in this vicinage. 
Here, when life was oponing with all its 
bright anticipations, wo paused as upon a 
stand point, and looked backward and for¬ 
ward, yet failed not in enjoying tho then 
presont. What a happy week that was at 
Niagara!—wo shall nover forgot it, shall 
wo ? Its ploasant incidents will remain 
with us, and sweeten many an aftor hour, 
while memory and reason own their sway. 
Such pleasures, to us, aro “joys forever.” 
Wo will not gloomily or morosely contrast 
them with any present— but, rejoicing that 
they havo been, live them over again. 
How I tried, in my rambles to-day, to 
tread tho same paths wo trod togothor—to 
press my feet upon the self-same rocks—to 
look upward to the same heights. Ten 
thousand other foot-falls may have worn off 
the impression of our steps, but there was a 
pleasure in thus arousing old associations. 
Oh ! how happy I was, after years of feeble¬ 
ness and confinement, to ramblo about at 
my own will! Do you remember how wo 
spent a whole day on Goat Island, wander¬ 
ing through its woods — gathering flowers, 
and enjoying its different points of interest ? 
Remember you tho tower on Prospect Isl¬ 
and, and how wo walked out on tho timbers 
projecting over the falls, and stood hand 
in hand with the waters rushing around and 
downward below us ? Those timbers aro 
gone now. IIow many happy hours we 
spent in climbing banks and scrambling 
over rocks; no spot was too rough or un¬ 
safe for my feet and strength; I was well 
then,—shall I evor be so again ? I feci as 
young now, and just as impulsive, but en¬ 
feebled strength binds my feet away from 
all daring exploits. There was the littlo 
Iris Island — how freshly overy little nook 
and crevice roso up before me, where wo 
gathered ferns and maiden tresses ! 
Do you remember that large rock a littlo 
way out in tho stream, near the foot of tho 
horse-shoe fall ? Wo gained a seat there, 
and with tho waters dashing around us, set 
a long time looking upward at tho liquid 
wall above. Tho wild waters seemed to 
havo spent their fury in the mad leap, and 
were weary of rage and effort, and hero they 
hcavod up in heavy, sullen swells, like liquid 
marble; and not for somo distance does 
this dead-whito break and become diversi¬ 
fied by tho spots of deop green, which hue 
peculiarly marks Niagara’s waters. IIow 
different were my emotions now from those 
I then experienced! Then I was all shut 
up in myself—I could not speak, and hardly 
wished to hear even your voico. Now it 
seomed like a familiar sceno, and ono on 
which I was accustomed to look. r*o you 
remember how you declared yourself jeal¬ 
ous, as I sat wrapped in intenso delight ? I 
told you if you began to be jealous so soon, 
I pitied yon ; for I was quito determined to 
admire tho sublimo and boautiful wherever 
they crossed my path, quito independent of 
tho lordly specimen who was henceforth to 
walk by my side. But I reckon you have 
bravely got the better of your jealousy—for 
I have heard you express no such feeling 
toward the Green Mountains, or Lake 
George, or tho Falisados — or the beautiful 
lakes that gem our own adopted Stato, or 
tho many other beauties I havo since gazed 
upon with admiration. You have doubtless 
found ere this, that on tho deepest, largest, 
richest, holiest altar of my heart devoted to 
human lovo, is shrined your love irretrieva¬ 
bly, immovably, and that nothing earthly 
can shake its foundations ! 
Wo rode down to the Suspension Bridge 
on tho American side, and crossed on thoso 
wonderful wires of Eliot. From tho raging 
waters, somo two hundred foot below, how 
liko throads of gossamer must they look ! I 
longed to go down to tho whirpool, and visit 
tho woods and banks where wo rambled so 
long ago. 
Do you remember ono evening wo had 
boon reading “ Ten years ago,” or lines of 
a husband to his wife on the tenth anniver¬ 
sary of their marriage ? Tho first stanza 
so saddened my young, joyous heart, that I 
could scarcely see tho deep happiness and 
bliss the last stanza portrayed. A sort of 
fooling that our present perfect happiness 
would not remain unbroken for ten years to 
como, seemed to haunt mo in my dreams, 
and you said I waked you with a somnambu¬ 
listic proposition that we should “go and 
jump off,” and thon wo would have no “ten 
years to sing about.” Had wo taken any 
such Sam Patch leap, either accidentally or 
intentionally, we should havo doprivod our¬ 
selves of ten years happiness that will go 
with us through life, and into tho futuro as 
long as eternal ages roll on. Then, too, in 
that event there would have been five less 
immortal beings to enjoy the beauties of 
this world, and share tho joys of another 
and hotter. 
Very thankful am I to Dr. and Mrs. Glea¬ 
son, who accompanied mo, and rendered mo 
so much assistance in climbing and walking. 
I havo thriven well undor their kind care, 
and right glad I know would they ho to 
send me from their “Curo” with a rejuve¬ 
nated physiquo, to that homo whore a well, 
strong mother is so much nooded. Wo had 
a pleasant ride on tho Railway. A lively 
company of young people wont from Elmi¬ 
ra. Though all utter strangers to mo, this 
did not hinder me from enjoying their 
mirth, which in tho first part of tho ride 
kept bursting forth—bubbling up from tho 
unsaddonod spring of youthful joyanco— 
now in witty sallies—now in silvery laugh¬ 
ter. I lovo tho gay, light-hearted, caro-free 
laugh of youth. But by and by, inasmuch 
as they had risen before tho dawn, they bo- 
qan to grow quiet, and sundry shawls for 
pillows wero in requisition—and soon every 
head was quiot as a drooping lily. Then 
the smooth, shining bands and glossy ring¬ 
lets began to look like a bed of flowers that 
tho rudo winds had roughly passed over — 
and mirth, and wit, and rep&rteo wero all 
hushed. 
For mo, I enjoyed our excursion with tho 
enthusiasm of former days — though feeble 
strength did not permit me to give tangi¬ 
ble evidonce of all tho exuberant joyanco 
that was swelling in my heart, 
-“ I m proud to think 
That each pure joy fount loved of yore, 
I yet delight to drink.” 
_ _ Elsie. 
DEFINING AND EXPLAINING WORDS. 
Lyman Cobb, in his Lexicon of tho Eng¬ 
lish Language, lias a most excellent tact in 
defining and explaining words—which are 
differently spell, but aliko in pronunciation 
by tho introduction of anecdotes. For in¬ 
stance, tho word. 
“ Made, v. a. make. 
Maid, s. an unmarried woman. 
“Counselor Green, during his cross ex- 
examination of a prevaricating old female 
witness, by which it was essential to prove 
that a lender of money had been made, had 
a scrap of paper thrown him by tho oppo¬ 
site counsel, on which was written, 1 
“ ‘ Garrow, submit. That tough old jade 
Cau never prove a lender made!' ” 
Another: 
“To, prep, noting motion toward; as far as. 
Too, ad. likewise, also. 
1 wo, a. ono and ono ; twice ono ; a couplo. 
“ Three gentlemen meeting to sup at a 
hotel, one of.them wished for partridges — 
A brace was accordingly brought, which 
ho was requested to carve. On this, ho 
took one to himself, and left tho other for 
hislrinds. ‘Hold,’cried one of them; ‘that 
is not fair.’ ‘Perfectly fair, I think,’ said 
tho gentleman ; ‘ there is ono for you hvo, 
and hero is ono for me loo .’ ” 
A third. 
“Cousin, s. an uncles child, or aunt’s 
child. 
Cozen, v. a. to cheat, to defraud. 
“ Call mo cousin , hut ,wt.” 
Deference to the Well Dressed.— Tho 
medium between a fop and a sloven is wliat 
a man of senso would endeavor to keep; 
yet I remember Mr. Osborn advises his son 
to appear in his habit rather abovo than 
below his fortune; and tells him that ho 
will find a handsome suit of clothes always 
procures somo additional respect. I have, 
indeed, myself observed that my banker over 
bows lowest to mo when I wear my full- 
bottomed wig; and writes mo “Mr.” or 
“ Esq.” according as ho seos mo dressed. 
A Frenchman, stopping at a tavern, asked 
for Jacob. “ There is no such person hero,” 
said tho landlord. “Tis not a person I 
want, saro. but ze beer warmed with do po¬ 
ker.” “Well,” answerod mine host, “that 
is flip.” “ Ah, yes, saro, you aro in do right; 
I mean Philip.'’ 
Irish wit. —An Irish cab-driver made a 
very happy and characteristic reply, the 
other day. A gentleman had replied to 
Pat’s “ Want a carriage, sir ?” by saying “No 
I am ablo to walk;” when pat rejoined, ’ May 
your honor long bo able, hut seldom willing. 
A preacher onco said, that ladies wero 
very timid ; thoy were afraid to sing when 
they wero asked ; afraid of taking cold : 
afraid of snails or spiders—but he novor 
knew one afraid to got married. 
If you put two persons to sleep in tho 
samo bedroom, ono of whom has tho tooth¬ 
ache, and tho other is in lovo, you will find 
that tho person who has tho toothache will 
go to sleep first. 
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