MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YO RKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND EMILY NEWSPAPER, 
Written for the Rural New-Yorker. 
CHILDHOOD’S PRAYED, 
BY IDA FAIRFIELD. 
By her cot at hush of eve, 
Knelt a little winsome one— 
Golden curls adown her neck, 
Radiant as the setting sun. 
Meekly clasped her dimpled hands, 
And her upturned brow was fair, 
While her softly pouting lips 
Lisped out a childish prayer. 
Throned in glory and in light, 
High the Heaven of Heavens above, 
Reigning o’er ten thousand worlds, 
Was the mighty Lord of love. 
Music soft, around Him swept, 
Golden harp and seraph lyre; 
Endless hallelujahs breathed 
Forth by Heavens rejoicing choir. 
But the prayer of childhood stole 
Softly to the Heart of Hearts, 
Blending with the music spell 
Which the cherub's psalm imparts 
Guileless, pleading, trustful too, 
Holy incense unto Heaven ; 
Richer gift than angels bring, 
Lo 1 a little child hath given. 
New-Haven, Ct., Dec., 1S53. 
my school-mates at that time; but where 
are they who gave them ? Some are sleep¬ 
ing beneath the oceans wave; others have 
severed the fondest ties, that bound thorn to 
their native land, and are now toiling be¬ 
neath tho tropic in search of golden treas¬ 
ures. To others wo have said the last fare¬ 
well, for thoy have departed to that “ land 
from whence no traveler returns.” Hero is 
a card upon which is written “Remember 
Rose.” This fair girl I well remember as 
the sweet pale face of our own village.— 
She is reposing far away in tho western 
wilds where the prairie flower blooms above 
her head, and tho wild winds chant her re¬ 
quiem. Here is another, bearing the sim¬ 
ple inscription, “From Vic.” She was a 
sweet girl of fourteen, whose rounded, 
that a man must run who is at the head of 
an Express mail train ? We halted in the 
S—, depot just long enough to wood and 
water, soize upon a mug of piping hot chick- 
ory colfee, and a hit of greasy paste conceal¬ 
ing a slab of dried apple-sauce, and called, 
in courtesy, a pie — when, springing on the 
train, we left tho station somewhat before 
sunset, and were soon flying along at a head¬ 
long pace, in tho direction of the sea-board. 
Now I doubt not, to you and other gen¬ 
tlemen who are in tho habit of sitting in a 
comfortable Railroad car, on a stuffed seat, 
reading the last news from Europe, or tho 
pages of some entertaining novel, the mode 
of travel and tho various little incidents on 
tho road seem very delightful. But tho 
thing is very different when you are perched 
on the seat of an engine, and going down 
tbo road at the rate of fifty miles an hour, 
a velocity not rarely attained where the 
track is in good order, and getting over tho 
healthy cheeks bespoke long life. She was j ground the solo consideration in view. I 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
THE OLD PORTFOLIO: 
A REMINISCENCE OF THE FAST. 
life to her school companions, and an ex¬ 
ample for their pattern. I distinctly re¬ 
member her, as she extended her hand, with 
her dark luminous eye half concealed, and 
affectionately said, “ Good Bye.” She was 
going with her parents to an eastern city. 
She promised to visit us often ; she did visit 
us once, but then her cheek was delicate as 
a lily; her lips, once so rich and full, were 
now thin ; and her sweet voico grew plain¬ 
tive, more plaintive, while I trembled at tho 
lustre in those eyes. It was the lustre ol 
Death. She returned to her now home, to 
tarry but a few short weeks, and then they 
folded her snow-white hands over her still 
heart and laid her in the grave. 
could not endure the solitude of the mail- 
car, and almost uniformly sat forward, even 
when it was stormy, and I can conceive of 
few things more astonishing, and at tho 
same time overpowering, to a sensitive per¬ 
son, than that of a night-trip, when you 
cannot seo an inch ahead, unless you are at 
the engineer’s window, and you sit swaying 
about after tho engine, (or machine, as it is 
invariably called by employes) which seems 
every moment as if it would fling itself oft’ 
tho track, as it continually sags and leans 
from one side to the other. In the passen¬ 
ger cars no idea whatever of tho speed, of 
tho momentum, can bo obtained; this can 
only be got by standing near the track as 
the train whizzes by, or being upon the en¬ 
gine or tender. There is, in addition to the 
jorks and motion ahead, a universal com¬ 
pound hideous noiso made of steam fizzing, 
A REMINISCENCE OF THE FAST. Hero is a package upon which is beauti- I P°uim mueous noiso n aae or steam nzzmg, 
_ ,, . ;i ,, „ m . I the shriek ot the whistle, which never seeing 
fully written, “Katie —“ lo be opened in i fr . „ -• ’• ■. ■ 
by ii. G. Eastman. J . 1 f to D6 over on a last train, as it is the cus- 
- five years. V ell it has been opened ; and j tom to whistle at every crossing, and a gen- 
Screly, “Life is a dream.” Not a day do you not reraembor those curls, which i eral groaning of wheels, chains, axles, and 
passes but we are reminded of the frailty of escaped down that neck, fairer than any of ! * bo sough ot tho wind as it draws through 
human existence. To-day we have a friend, your dreams? Well, it contained one of j tbo . , en " ina Tn fact, take a quiet man out 
the dearest m tho circle, ono whoso step is those; and I love to look at it, and then j oastorly breoze> (Vom a comfortable confab 
tho lightest, her song the sweetest, and her think of tho sad fate of tho sweet one who j with his better half, and put him on the en- 
laugh with tho gay. Tho morrow comes, gave it. I saw her a few moments before gino of a mail-train “devouring tho dark- 
and this loved ono is laid in her “narrow she took passage on that fatal boat, the ness at tho rate of torty-fi venules an hour, 
home,” and tho bending willow only marks “Henry Clay. As the nows of that terri- lin( * LT' 1 1 s llom . [ ,bo sbocb: bl . s ’ x 
, ’ J months, he will nave considerably more iron 
the spot. ble disaster came, it also camo taut Ivaiie j n j,j s nerves than most slow coaches I have 
In my hand, I hold a portfolia, which was was no more. Our teacher, too, has boon known, 
my school companion thirteen years ago.— summoned home. We laid her carefully But on the evening in question, we had 
This old portfolio contains many a package beneath tho grassy mound, in our own little j * a:r wea ther, and daylight sufficient to last 
bearing dates at that time; and if there are church-yard, where the violets grow and the Ub ® 0tl< "' t ” nwn > a rate en g mo > and 
some fair readers of tho Rural, who cannot birds sing all the year round, perched on “A fair prospect for a good trip,” said I 
find a worthier object on which to bestow tho polished marble where many a loved to tho engineer, before starting, 
their attention, they may glance at my sim- name is inscribed. I. “ It looks well enough notv was his rc- 
ple sketch, while I unfold the revealings of Another, tho pride of all who knew him, | PH’- ‘‘And little enough time to do it m. 
this companion of mine, long years ago.— if loft to sloop on California’s distant shore, j ru °n — maiUrains^or "thlinselve^ 
the spot. 
In my hand, I hold a portfolia, which was 
my school companion thirteen years ago.— 
ble disaster came, it also camo that Katie 
was no more. Our teacher, too, has boen 
summoned home. We laid her carefuliv 
This old portfolio contains many a package beneath tho grassy mound, in our own little 
bearing dates at that time; and if there are church-yard, where the violets grow and the 
some fair readers of tho Rural, who cannot birds sing all the year round, perched on 
find a worthier object on which to bestow the polished marblo where many a loved 
their attention, they may glance at my sim- name is inscribed. 
pie sketch, while I unfold tho revealings of 
this companion of mine, long years ago.— 
Another, tho pride of all who know him, 
is left to sleop on California’s distant shore, 
I was a more child then, but as I look back ^ ar awa y * roul bis childhood homo. Altho and take tho beggarly wages I get for the 
I can see each familiar face, and remember his venerated parents, lond brothers and business. I'll be bound they would not 
all that passed with a strange minuteness, sisters, may not weep at tho spot so hallow- scrape their precious bones over the road 
How slight a thing will recall those hours, cd b y his dust .- Sacramento’s turbid wa- m0 [ e than oat ‘°; and [ he Jf twenty-five miles 
and wake tho fond memories lingering with ^ ors wld rod P ast his grave forages to coino, bodies.” 
them. On yonder eminence, and a short wbdo his memory shall live in tho many Thompson, the engineer on this trip, I 
way from my rural homo, stood tho old hearts that lovod him. Tho “grim tnessen- had ridden with botore. He was a tall, 
school house, surrounded by gigantic maples S er> which spares neither the lowly nor the 1 h*ack-haired man fiom the State ot (on- 
of » century’s growth. How faithfully does «>nt his message into man, a hap- SpT his' eye flied'sS 
memory recall tho many pleasant hours of Py circle, and the fairest ot their number , j y on tho track, except when he was timing 
my childhood, passed beneath tho roof of have gone to obey the summons. Thus, one his speed. That ho possessed the unscriT 
that old school house. A busy band were b Y ono > have tb °y “wearied by tho way,” j pulous presence of mind, some persons may 
wo; avo, and a happv one too. as wo nath- whil ° changes have come upon all. Wo on- j call it_recklessness, possibly_ demanded by 
wo; ayo, and a happy one too, as wo gath- wm 0 cuanges nave come upon all. \\ o en- 
ered from time to time, in that old school- I * er u P on tbo scenes ot childhood, with 
his speed. That he possessed the unscru¬ 
pulous presence of mind, somo persons may 
call it recklessness, possibly demanded by 
the driver of a fast train, will bo shown by 
the incident that follows : 
Wo had come along very well, and were 
some way past N- W-. I think I 
room,—and those hours of mingled pleasure br ’§ b * hopes and expectations, but they are 1 Wo bad come along very well, and were 
and toil will ever be remembered as so °^ en suddenly blasted lorever. As wo re- some way past N- \\-. I think I 
many bright oases in the desert of life.— view the season of childhood wo may learn | might have boon going at tho rate of thirty- 
m* • ,i , , , . a lnRson from itR donavtiim that vonth ir I five miles an hour, common running time. 
T.me, in its onward march, has wrought sad a / osson * rom its de P“ ltuiG ’ that youth is , ^ ^ & g ,. ht curvQ jn ^ . 
changes in that loved spot. The teachers aIs0 P uSSI11 g avva 3> and ere we aio aw a ie, ; and Qn getting rount j it; j heard Thompson 
have long been gone, and the old school anotber stage of our exhistonce well be j cry out at the utmost power of his lungs, 
house, where thev were wont to tread with ushered upon us. I hen let us improve (not ot much account to bo sure in tho din 
! train. A little plane on one side had been 
' cut down for gravel, and tho road laid sid- 
! ling, while on the right hand an embakment 
went down a considerable distanco, and in a 
small pond or pool at tho bottom of this 
bank were the victims of our spoed and 
Thompson’s presence of mind, namely, tho 
locomotivo, the dirt-cars, and the car in 
which were the horses, tho latter, of course, 
“ kilt intirely.” Our engine struck the hind¬ 
most of tho dirt-cars with the most terrific 
force, and literally piled the wholo train one 
over the other upon the engine, and the im¬ 
petus still keeping up, with a violent strain 
to tho right, tho locomotivo, and in fact the 
wholo concern, had gone over in one mass 
off tho road and out of our way. “ Come, 
Mr. Collins,” cried Thompson, “wo havo 
not half a minute to loso; on board !” and 
springing on tho machine, wo wore piling 
down tho road at an awful rate, to make up 
for lost time. On reaching tho next sta¬ 
tion, we found that everything movable in 
front of our engiuo had been carried away, 
our lamp, cow-killer, rails and wood-work; 
but the heavy, solid engine-head had literal¬ 
ly acted like a cannon ball, and swept the 
wholo gravel train off tho track, as if it had 
been so many bundles of straw. 
“ You look palo, man,” said Thompson,as 
wo got down from tho engine in tho station- 
house at W-. 
“I feci pale,” said I. “Bv the way, it 
appears to mo you raised your steam when 
you saw that train ahead.Did you know it 
was a train ?” 
“I cannot say much about that,” ho re¬ 
plied with a strange look about his evos.— 
“ The fact is, I knew there was something 
ahead, that we wero going thirty-five miles 
an hour, and that to bring up was totally 
out of the question. The only chance was 
in running tho thing down. I havo played 
tho same game before, and I should again 
if my life was hanging on it. You must do 
something, and you must do it in short me¬ 
ter. But let me tell you one thing, Mr. 
Collins, it is the last day that ^ red¬ 
headed Scotchman, tho plague rot him, will 
drive a train on the W-road.” 
“ What has happened, Charles !” asked 
my wife of me, as 1 entered the sitting-room 
of my house in W-, for I went no fur¬ 
ther than this place; “you look more like a 
ghost than a living man.” Out of curiosity 
I looked in the glass, and it was literally tho 
fact, that my cheeks wero a ghastly white, 
my hair as wet as if I had just been ducked 
in the river ; in fact, I was the exact picture 
of a criminal who is led out for execution. 
“ Happened, Mary !” was my reply, “this 
has happened, that I have taken my last 
ride as special agent on a mail-train, if tho 
house must be sold over our heads.” And 
then I detailed the above circumstance. 
“ Horrible, horrible !” exclaimed the poor 
girl, unablo to keep tho tears from flowing 
down her cheeks, “ what an awful escape 
from an awful death. Grant Heaven that 
you may never go again !” 
I learned beyond a doubt, for I made 
every inquiry, that McGillies, tho driver of 
the gravel train, was an intemperate man, 
and had been seen hanging about the grog¬ 
shops of N-W- that afternoon.— 
Rum was tho cause of this noar escape that 
I had from a horrible death, and I would 
say, in conclusion, never, on any occasion, 
ride on special trains, and beware of strong 
drink as you would a raging poison.—. 7 V. 
3 . Tribune. 
Wilt anfr Imuor. 
house, where they were wont to tread, with usnerGa upon us. men let us improve 
the young and happy hearted, in life’s early w ^ so ^y our youthful moments, that we may 
march, has long been dosertod. Its walls bo P r0 P ared t0 a °f AV ^ b honor to ourselves 
havo crumbled in decay, and naught is left tbe P ar ^ ass 'g ned us At tbe groat drama of 
to mark tho spot where our youthful feet b * 0, 
wore wont to tread, save tho streamlet that Maple Gr0 ' e > M ar shall, n. y., isj3. __ 
glided neir, and that still murmurs on. T j [E Jf A1L -AGENT ’ S STORY. 
The memory of those childish days linger _ 
around me like tho echo of a gentle strain, The following account of a transaction, in 
THE MAIL-AGENT’S STORY. 
and on getting round it, I heard Thompson 
cry out at the utmost power of his lungs, 
(not of much account to bo sure in tho din 
of the engine,)—“ There is something on 
the road. Hold on for your lives.” And 
as he said this, ho put tho whole force on 
the engino, and let off the full power of 
tho whistle in a shriek of such concentrated 
agony, that it appeared as if tho entire cho¬ 
rus of Pandemonium had been let loose, and 
then, in another second, there was a tre¬ 
mendous crash, a mighty jar that threw mo 
ilat on the floor of the engine, and a univer¬ 
sal crashing of timbor, rattling of wheels, 
and something like the death-shriek of man 
or beast. And in another second all this 
agony was over, tho engine was roversed, 
tho brakes put on, and Thompson exclaimed, 
“ Wo have run down a train, Mr Collins! 
around me like tho echo of a gentle strain, The following account of a transaction, in flat on the floor of the engine, and a univer- 
and as I reflect upon them, they bring many which tho narrator was one of the parties sal crashing of timbor, rattling of wheels, 
thoughts to mind, both painful and pleasing concerned, is given to show tho terrific and something like tho death-shriek of man 
m, “__, , T dangers to which persons in the Railroad or beast. And in another second all this 
They carry obc to the time when I and employ are subject, and also, as a romarka- agony was over, the engine was roversed, 
my pleasure-seeking companions with "foot- ble instance ot escape from what might seem tho brakes put on, and Thompson exclaimed, 
steps light as tho lawn,” roamed far away certain death. The story is related as near “ Wo have run down a train, Mr Collins, 
from home, and all restraint, and played du- a ? possible, in the words of the Mail-Agent and though our timo is short, I believe it is 
ring the long summer day, until we were jdl f l0(3 ^’ . , butadutyto run back and see it anybody 
. „ .4 * „ 1 was at ono time in tho employ of the, is killed. Thompson and I thereupon 
exhausted with the >ery excess ol enjoy- Government as Mail-Agent, and on the day jumped off and ran back about twenty- 
ment. Time s dark curtain is drawn aside, in which the following event occurred, which yards, when we saw in an instant the terrific 
and in imagination I see them now, with was of a Saturday, about the middle of May. danger wo had past, and the nature of tho 
their laughing eye, glowing cheek and , I was lunning down with one of the accident. A party of Irish laborers were 
clustering hair, sparkling now and then in ?"^ sh h ni . ail ® frou ; N ~ Y ~ , to B ~- ThG “ow standing by the side of the road and 
.f 5 , . T i • , , dispatch of those trains was irregular, and the engineer ot the train we had run down, 
tho sunlight. And I hoar again tho wild depended upon the will of tho Chief Post- a red-headed Lowland Scot by tho name of 
shout of glee, and the ringing laugh of joy master, and they have since, 1 think, been McGillies, told us how it had all happened, 
and merriment. But ah! this is only a entirely discontinued. “You seo, mon,” said Mac., “ I had come 
dream! Those who composed that little , A } about 6 R M - we reached S—, that along down to back up into a gravel-pit, 
band, are widely seperated now. While f ^ the n,lan ? Ne ?' with about thirty men on board the dirt cars, 
/ * , , England cities. The trees were just put- and a car with two horses in it; I knew you 
pressing cares havo overshaaowed many, ting on their first garment of fresh green would bo along, and I believed I had timo 
changes have come upon all. They havo leaves, the wide fields began to shine with enough to set tho switch, back off my train, 
gone out into tho world, with their different v ordure, and overy boy and girl seemed to and put everything in order before you 
thoughts and aspirations and their inter- bavG feund some new sport and to ut- would be here. But as true as I live at this 
course with it has had different effects upon w d “ h ^ im ° B,omo " t ; 1 h “ dn '* d<wn more than far 
, 0 the old depot, with a shriek from the en- enough to get my last car on to tho gravel 
each. Some poilups, ha\o mot with cold- gine (a very powerful one of the first class, track, and as for the switch, I had not seen 
ness and neglect, which others have gone on called the yEtna,) enough to take one’s hair it, before I heard you. I believe I consid- 
thoir life’s pilgrimage, without care or sor- b * 3 head. All I had on tho train was ered a second about it, and I said to myself, 
row to disturb their joy. J ust one ? ar bebbld tbo tender, carrying tho if this switch is sot now, both trains will bo 
T , j .. .. , „ great mails, some valuable express matter, altogether broke up; if I leave the train, 
But I had nearly forgotten the friend of and a live brakeman. I used to think my- my men will at least be safe, and he will 
my early days, who has been so true to his self a great man in those days, when I was have some chance of running over or thro’ 
trust, “The Old Portfolio.” Now, this intrusted with sometimes half a million of it. Jump men—jump for your lives ! was 
much-valued friend contains many precious , bu L 1 bad g° od reason to change all I said ; and we did, and cleared ourselves, 
., . w . , , my mind before I was over with this special and tnat is just it; and ‘What will tho 
things. W e will first opon a package boar- tr jp t tba t I’ll be bound. What is any amount Governor be spaking about ?’*” The nature 
ing date June, 1840. Here are cards from of dollars and cents compared with the risks of the ground was all that saved tho mail- 
yards, when we saw in an instant the terrific 
danger wo had past, and the nature of the 
accident. A party of Irish laborers were 
now standing by tho side of the road, and 
the engineer of the train we had run down, 
a red-headed Lowland Scot by tho name of 
McGillies, told us how it had all happened. 
“You seo, mon,” said Mac., “I had come 
along down to back up into a gravel-pit, 
with about thirty men on board the dirt cars, 
and a car with two horses in it; I knew you 
would bo along, and I believed I had timo 
enough to set the switch, back off my train, 
and put everything in order before you 
would be here. But as true as I live at this 
momont, I hadn’t run down more than far 
enough to get my last car on to tho gravel 
track, and as for tho switch, I had not seen 
it, before I heard you. I believe I consid¬ 
ered a second about it, and I said to myself, 
if this switch is sot now, both trains will bo 
altogether broko up; if I leave the train, 
my men will at least be safe, and he will 
have somo chance of running over or thro’ 
it. Jump mon—jump for your lives ! was 
“Attempttlie end,and never stand to doubt; 
Nothing’s so hard, but search will find it out.” 
ILLUSTRATED REBUS.-No. 2. 
Answer in three weeks. 
lany precious P ro P ert y> but * bad g° od reason to change all I said ; and we did, and cleared ourselves, 
my mind before I was over with this special and that is just it; and ‘What will tho 
iac 'ago ear- trip, that I’ll be bound. What is any amount Governor be spaking about ?“” The nature 
Antiquity.—A lawyer and a doctor were 
discussing the antiquity of their respective 
professions, and each cited authority to 
prove his the most ancient. 
“ Mine,” said tho disciple of Lycurgus, 
“commenced almost with the world’s era. 
Cain slow Abel, and that was a criminal 
case in common law. ” 
“ True,” rejoined Esculapius, “ but my 
profession is co-eval with the creation itself. 
Old mother Eve was made out of a rib ta¬ 
ken from Adam’s body, and that was a sur¬ 
gical operation.” 
Seeing Royality. —A person of rather 
doubtful character, recently returned from 
Europe, told his friends he had been pre¬ 
sented at court whilo there. Did you seo 
tho Queon ? asked one. “Wal, no,” return¬ 
ed the Yankee, “ I didn’t sco her ’zactly, 
but I seo’d ono of her friends—a judge.— 
“ Yer see,” ho continued, “ the court I was 
presented at happonod to bo a police court.” 
The Musical World is informed that at 
an exhibition given by the Choctaw Indians 
tho other night, they “ kindly offered to 
givo a specimen of tomahawking and scalp¬ 
ing, if any lady or gentleman in the audi- 
enco would step forward.” 
An Irish lad complained the othor day of 
tho harsh treatment received from his fath¬ 
er. “ Ho treats me,” said he mournfully, 
“ as if I was his son by another father and 
mother.” 
“Ma, that nice young man, Mr. Sauft- 
ing, is very fond of kissing.” 
“Mind your seam, Julia; who told you 
such nonsense ?” 
“ I had it from his own lips.” 
“Do you know Mr. John Brown?” “Yes, 
my dear.” “ Is ho not a very deserving 
man ?’ “ Yes, he deserves a flogging, and 
if ever ho gallants you home again 1 will 
give it to him !” 
Drinking water neither makes a man 
sick, nor in debt, nor his wife a widow.— 
Spanish Maxim. 
To find out the way to the Sheriffs office, 
endorse for a friend, and go security for his 
house rent. 
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HISTORICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 30 letters. 
My 1, 2, 19, 23, 29, 17, was oue of the seven wise 
men of Greece. 
My 2, 24, 10, 18, 12, 28, was a Grecian poet. 
My 3, 8, 4, 23, 18, 28, was a distinguished ancient 
mathematician. 
My 4, 26, 23, 28, 15, 30, 12, 6, was a Spanish dra¬ 
matical writer. 
My 5, 16, 13, 22, is a city in Turkey, of much 
splendor. 
My 6, 3, 30 12, was a Roman Emperor. 
My 7, 8, 15, 24, 27, 12, 13, 17. 4, 5, 11, 10, was 
distinguished for personal beauty. 
My 8, 16, 20, 26, 6, first taught the Turks the art 
of casting cannon. 
My 9, 23, 18, 17, 22, was a Queen of Tyre. 
My 11, 19, 4,18, 1, 8, 10, was a Roman historian. 
My 14, 16, 9, 17, 4, 5, 1, 11, is au American his¬ 
torian. 
My 16, 22, 21, was a celebrated naturalist. 
My 20, 8, 30, 27, 10, was a Scotch poet. 
My 21, 9, 23, 8, was tbo first teacher and legisla¬ 
tor of the Mongols. 
My 22, 2, 26, 20, was the most impious of the 
Kings of Israel. 
My 25, 29, 16, 25 24, 17, was a Persian King. 
My whole is an important event in ancient 
history. it . w. s. 
Gorham, N. Y., Dec., 1853. 
Eggr Answer next week. 
For the Rural New-Yorker. 
QUESTION. 
It is required to divide a weight of 121 lbs. into 
five such parts that any number of pounds from 1 
to 121 may be weighed with them. b. 
Hunt’s Hollow, N. Y., Dec., 1853. 
fp@!"Answer next week. 
ANSWER TO ENIGMA, &c., IN NO. 50. 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma— Ainsworth’» 
Dictionary . 
Buffalo Agricultural Ware-House and. 
Seed Store. 
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H IRAM C. WHITE & CO., successors to Mason & 
Lovering, wholesale anil retail dealers in all kinds of 
agricultural Implements and Machines, Field, Darden 
and Flower Seeds; Fruit and Oriuuueutal Trees, Shrubs 
and Flowers; Oriental Poultry, &c. Also, Agents lor 
the Boston Belting Company's Vulcanized India avubber 
goods, Belting, Hose Packing, &c. 
Orders solicited, all of which shall receive prompt at¬ 
tention at lowest market rates, and all articles warranted 
as represented. HIRAM C. WHITE & CO. 
Hiram C. White. [195tf J Amasa Mason. 
PKICES IS THE TEST. 
I AM selling Goods at reduced prices, to reduce my 
stock, iu order to sell out. 
HAIR WORK. 
Wigs,old prices, $10 to $15, now $7 and $11; Toupees 
$10 to $8 now, $8 and $6 down to$I; Ladies’ bauds 50 
per cent, less; Braids 75 per cent, less ; Curls the same. 
Perfumery and Gents. Furnishing Goods the same dis¬ 
count from usual prices. Three-ply collars 15 cts. each, 
or $1,75 per dozen. Come, or send to SO Buffalo St. 
2o4-tf _ PROF. BRO WN. 
TO BOOKBINDERS.—FOR SALE 
jffi it j —The Tools, Stock and Fixtures in a well 
l«S! WBfaEE)' established B1NDKR Y, now doing a good 
VEsSKSttSiLiSr business. The owner has been in it for 
the last twelve years, and only wishes to leave to do other 
business that will be better for his health. 
For particulars concerning the business,address Demo¬ 
crat Office, Rochester, N. Y., or to the subscriber, 
F. H. MARSHALL. 
Rochester, July 21, 1853. 187-tf 
