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MIDNIGHT RHYMES. 
BV BARKY CORNWALL. 
O ! 'tis merry when stars are bright 
To sing, as you pace along, 
Of the things that are dreamt by night, 
To the motion of some old song; 
For the fancy of mortals teems 
Whether they wake or sleep, 
With figures, that shine like dreams, 
Then—die in the darkness deep. 
O 1 merry are Christmas times, 
And merry the belfry chimes, 
But the merriest things 
That a man e'er sings 
Are his Midnight hhymes. 
'Tis night when the usurers feel 
That their money is thrice repaid; 
'Tis night when adorers kneel, 
By scores to the sleeping maid; 
'Tis night when the author deems 
That his critics are all ut bay. 
And the gamester regains in dreams 
The gold that he lost by day. 
O 1 merry are Christmas times, &c. 
At night, both the sick and the lame 
Abandon their world of care ; 
And the creature that droops with sham® 
Forgetteth her old despair ! 
The boy on the raging deep 
Laughs loud that the skies are clear; 
And the murderer turns in sleep, 
And dreams that a pardon’s near 1 
O 1 merry are Christmas time*, Ac. 
At night all wrongs are right, 
And all perils of life grow smooth; 
Then why cometh the fierce daylight, 
When fancy is bright as truth ! 
And hearts ’tween the earth and the moon 
Recover their hopes again : 
Ah—'tis pity so sweet a tune 
Should ever nc jarred by pain ! 
Yet—merry are Christmas times, &c. 
[Re-written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker ] 
SANTA CLAUS: 
OR 
A STORY OF CHRISTMAS EVE. 
BY EDWARD WEBSTER. 
“ A blessing on Santa Claus and a merry 
Chr'stmasto you !” exclaimed Peter Jenks, 
an intimate friend of mine, bouncing into 
my room one Christmas morning before I 
was up; “a blessing on St. Nick and a mer¬ 
ry Christmas to all mankind, say I !” 
Peter Jenks, was a Benedict of three 
years standing, and was blessed with one of 
the sweetest and best of wives, who exercis¬ 
ed an absoluto control over her husband— 
ruling him, however, not with a rod of iron, 
but with the more potent sceptre of gentle¬ 
ness and love. Peter had lived to be some¬ 
thing of a crusty bachelor before the mis¬ 
chievous young archer had deigned to make 
a target of his heart; but now the feat had 
been fairly accomplished, the arrow drivon 
home, and tho ancient victim offered up as 
fitting sacrifice upon tho altar of Hymen.— 
Since this great chango had taken placo, 
my friend had manifested a disposition, 
consonant to tho foelings of all good hus¬ 
bands, namely, to spend his evenings at 
homo, enjoy the comforts of his own fireside, 
and instead of mooting his quondam friends, 
at the club-room, or tho theatre, he now and 
then invited them to take a social game of 
backgammon beside his own comfortable 
grate. Ho was not in the habit of going in¬ 
to ecstacies, and his excitement on this oc¬ 
casion somewhat surprised mo. 
“I have come over,” ho continued, “to in¬ 
vite you to our house this evening, for tho 
purpose of meeting a few mutual friends ; 
and also to tell you of a personal interview 
I had last evening with the veritable St. 
Nicholas himself. I was sitting beside tho 
grate, on which was glowing brightly a mass 
ot' burning coal, having not long before 
completed the perusal of the evening pa¬ 
pers. My wife was quietly engaged setting 
matters to rights previous to retiring, for 
the hour was something late; and I was 
gazing vacantly into the glowing embers be¬ 
fore me, tracing grotesque images in the 
burning mass, when a sound reached my ear 
from the roof above, very much like the 
pawing of a tiny hoof. While I was specu- 
I ting 1 y ns it, and revolvin in my mind 
what migtit be the cause of the strango sound, 
I heard a hustle in tho chimnoy, as if occa¬ 
sioned by the descent of a sweep whoso di¬ 
mensions were quite too largo for our mod¬ 
ern flues. Tho idea of thieves aud robbors 
came into my mind, and seizing the poker, I 
was waiting for further developments, when 
a littlo fat man leaped down upon the 
hearth, puffing at a short Dutch pipe, and 
shaking from his garments the dust and 
soot which had accumulated upon them du¬ 
ring tho descent. “Those new fangled 
chimneys,” said ho, “ aro a plague to such 
as me! If I was not endued with more than 
mortal powers, those modern improvements, 
as they aro called, would compel me to 
forego my Christmas ove excursions ; and 
then all the presents for tho littlo ones, 
whose patron Saint I am, would be obliged 
to corno to them through tho commonplace 
instrumentality of a toy shop.” So saying 
ho seized upon a pair of woolen socks of 
mine, which my wife had just been darning, 
and had laid aside in a tiny willow basket, in 
which she kept her spools, and balls of 
thread, &c., and unfolding them, exclaimed, 
eyeing first them and then mo with somo 
sternness, “What are these? Not juve¬ 
nile, aro they ?’’ 
“JYot very,” I answored doprecatingly, for 
they themselves had grown somewhat old 
as well as myself. “ Hero is a newer pair, 
however, and they belong to that dear crea¬ 
ture there, (pointing to my wife) who is my 
junior almost ton years.” 
“ Pshaw !” said he, interrupting me im¬ 
patiently, “ I am looking for tho stockings, 
of those younger than either of you, by a 
generation.” 
“ You won't find any of that kind hero,” 
I answered oxultinglv. “ We aro contented 
and happy, as we are, and our quiet is not 
disturbed by any of those amiable squallers 
which give a man no peace. How much 
more comfortable wo arc now, than if wo 
had half a dozen of tho ‘ generation ’ you 
were speaking of.” 
“ Half a dozen!” ho repeated, with a mer¬ 
ry twinkle in his eye. “ How many years 
have you been married, pray ?” Is it more 
than three years last past ?” 
“Well,” I responded somewhat tartly: 
“there is no necessity of going into partic¬ 
ulars. I was only stating a general propo¬ 
sition.” 
“ Hark you !” said St. Nicholas. “I know 
all about you and your affairs. You think 
a family of children an annoyance and a 
curso, instead of a real blessing as they are! 
You arc a fool to think so, too, and will see 
your folly one of these days. I remember 
you only a few years ago a crusty old bach¬ 
elor, railing against the female sex, and 
shunning one of their bright sunny faces as 
you would a Gorgon’s head. Now you aro 
tied to a woman’s apron string, who leads 
you wherever she lists. She is one of 
earth’s best, I know ; and leads you gently, 
which is far better than you deserve, stub¬ 
born and stiff nocked as you were to resist 
their kindly influences so long! "What 
would you be now without a wife ; and what 
would induce you now to return again to 
the lonoly self-existence of which you were 
wont to boast so much ?” 
I raised my hands deprecatingly to the 
Saint, who did not deign to notico the ap¬ 
peal, but continued holding up to view a 
bundlo of rods. “ You see these fusees,” 
said he ; “ I leave them in tho stockings of 
rofractory children ; but when I come hero 
again next Christmas eve, if I find things 
in tho same condition they are now, I’ll 
leave a whole bundle of them for you; and 
what is more, I'll send a Lictor to use them 
too !” 
So saying, Santa Claus shouldered his 
knapsack of trinkets and vanished up the 
chimney to the roof, whence I heard the 
crack of a whip, tho rattling of tiny hoofs, 
and a sound dying away in the distance 
like that of a passing breeze. 
“ Well, wife dear,” I exclaimed, starting 
to my feet, “ what is to bo dono now ?” 
“ To be done about what ?” 
“ About what St. Nicholas said. Did’nt 
you see him ? Did’nt you hear him ?— 
Din’nt you observe tho awful look he gave 
me just now, when he went away ?” 
“ No,” sho answered, “I have seen noth¬ 
ing, heard nothing except your hard breath¬ 
ing ; for you have been dozing in your 
chair.” 
It was difficult for mo to convince her 
that it was all a reality, although I insistod 
upon it so earnestly ; and I am not exactly 
sure she believes it even now, notwith¬ 
standing she concurred at length in what I 
said, or rather ceased to argue against it; 
and whon I spoke of the threatened visita¬ 
tion of the Saint next yoar, sho said, put¬ 
ting her arm around my neck— 
“ Don’t let that trouble you, dear Peter ; 
for in the event of such a necessity. I’ll bor¬ 
row one of tho children of sister Sue, who 
has just the number of half a dozen you 
havo deprecated so often.” 
“ So now that difficulty is off my mind,” 
continued my friend Peter, after ho had 
finished his narration, “ come over this 
evening, and you shall recoivo such a wel¬ 
come at our hands as a contented and hap¬ 
py man can give to one of his best friends.” 
Great Feats in Diving _Among the re¬ 
markable feats of diving lately performed 
in Bath, England, it is mentioned that a 
seaman dove down with a pair of laced 
boots on his feet and a pair of Wellingtons 
in his hand, but returned to the surface 
wearing the Wellingtons and carrying tho 
laced boots. Ho afterwards dove with a 
jacket and a pair of trowsers in his hand, 
dressed himself while under water, and on 
returning to the surface, took a pipe filled 
with tobacco, struck a light, and smoked 
while floating on his back.— Scientific Amer- 
HIRING A B3AKEMAN. 
Many years since, soon after tho opening 
of the Norwich and Worcester Railroad, a 
stout looking innocent, about six loot in his 
stockings, with thews and thighs to match, 
stood in tho depot at Worcester, gazing with 
evident admiration at the “bran new” cars 
and snorting locomotive, which had just ar¬ 
rived at the station. A roguish citizen who 
stood near him. watched his undisguised 
wonder attentively, and drawing near, en¬ 
tered into conversation with him. 
He was “ down from Vermont after work, 
and wanted to get a chance on one o’ these 
railroads.” 
“ Do ?” said the joker, “ why don’t you 
go and see the Superintendent ?” 
“ W-a-a-l, I would ef I knew whar to find 
him.” 
“ Oh, well, come along with me—I’m go¬ 
ing right by his office.” 
And accordingly off went tjio twain, 
straight to the store, where that demurest 
of all hoaxers, Jem B. stood like a patri¬ 
archal spider, waiting for an unsophisticated 
human fly that might flounder in his net. 
“Ah !” said the wag who acted as pilot, 
“ there he is. Here’s a young man. Mr. B , 
who wants a berth on the road, as brake- 
man.” 
Jem was posted immediately. 
“ Well. I don’t know; we’ve had a great 
many applications for the post, and in fact. 
I had engaged a mau to go out upon this 
train, but as ho was not. up to his engage¬ 
ment, 1 will talk to you. Have you been 
accustomed to railroading ?” 
“ W-a-a-l, no I hain’t, but I guess I could 
learn it mighty soon What’s tho wages ?” 
“ Thirty-six dollars a month and clothes.” 
“W-a-a-l, Mister. I’m ready, ef you say 
so, to take right hold ” 
“Very well, then, I’ll send you out on 
this train; but I wish to put you on your 
guard, with reference to one matter, and 
that is, there is a set of troublesome fel¬ 
lows continually hanging round tho train, 
pretending to belong to the road. Some 
of them may interfere with you ; if they 
do, put them off tho cars at once—tell them 
1 put you on tho train, and take no orders 
or itnpudenco from any of them. As to 
your duties—when you hear one whistle, 
screw on your brakes; if two alarms are 
sounded, screw them down hard ! and then 
when three are given, loosen the brakes 
for the train to go on. I’ll go with you and 
put you on tho train. You return here to¬ 
night, and then I will see about your board¬ 
ing place.” 
Accordingly, down they went to tho sta¬ 
tion, and there tho pretended superinten¬ 
dent showed his employee the brakes and 
mode of using them, leaving him with a 
fresh injunction to “knock down anyone 
who attempted to interfere with him.” 
Before many minutes the Vermonter had 
a customer. The whistle sounded and on 
wont the brake. 
“ What are you doing there with that 
brake ?” shouted a legitimate brakeman ; 
jump off there in a hurry, if you don’t want 
your head broke.” 
Jonathan looked at his rude interrogator 
(a small man) with contempt, but disdained 
to reply. 
“S-h-ree! a-h-reo! who-o-roo!” went 
the whistle, and the new brakeman screwed 
away for life, until snap ! went the chain. 
This was tho cup too much, and off went 
the infuriated little brakeman for assistance. 
“ What are you doing there ?” asks the 
conductor, who returned with the man; 
and stepping upon the platform, placed his 
hands upon Jonathan, with a view to a sum¬ 
mary ejectment. A brief struggle ensued, 
at tho termination of which, the conductor 
lay prostrate upon his back, with the small 
brakeman’s head jammed between his legs. 
“ Come on, ye darned heathins !” shouted 
Jonathan, now fairly aroused ; “ come on 
—I’Jl learn ye to cut up yer didos around 
mo! I’m hired, I bo; Mr. - hired me 
for this bizniss, and ef I don’t learn ye to 
tend to yer own bizness, It’ll be coz yer 
stouter’n I be.” 
Afresh struggle ensued between our hero 
and somo half dozen others employed on 
the train, who had gathered around, and 
Jonathan was finally overpowered, when an 
explanation took place, and the Superin¬ 
tendent’s “store” was sought for, but could 
not be found, as tho incorrigible wag had 
not been so incautious as to make the en¬ 
gagement in his own store; and although 
he was strongly suspected as being the au¬ 
thor of the practical joke, no proof could 
be had, for by a shrewd management of tho 
faco and cool assurance, aidod by a different 
dress, ho succeeded in arguing Jonathan out 
of his suppositions, tho latter having charg¬ 
ed him with the joke. Tho best part of 
the joke was tho denouement. The actual 
Superintendent, bearing of the affair, and 
of tho indomitable pluck displayed by tho 
Vermontor, sent for him, and did actually 
engage him; and it is said that he now fills 
a satisl'acLo ‘.poL ( ’ tl; great 
Western railroads. 
But such jokos being serious with six- 
footers, Jem has been compelled to forego 
similar luxuries from that day to this.— 
Clinton Courant 
Work. —there is a perennial noblenoss 
and even sacrodness in work. Wore he ever 
so benighted, forgetful of his high calling, 
there is always hope in a man that actually 
and earnestly works; in idleness alone is 
there perpetual despair. Doubt, desiro, 
sorrow, romorso, indignation, dospair itself, 
all these, like hell-dogs, lie beleaguering 
the soul of the poor day-workor as of every 
man ; but ho bends himself with free valor 
against his task, and all these are stilled— 
all these shrink murmuring far off into 
their caves .—Thomas Carlyle. 
Example is more forcible than precept.— 
My poople look at mo six days in the week, 
to see what I mean on the seventh.— Cecil. 
WHITE-WASHING EXTRAORDINARY. 
Tho Rev. Jas. Williams, tho well known 
and philanthropic missionary, so long resi¬ 
dent in tho South Sea Islands, taught the na¬ 
tives to manufacture lime from the coral of 
their shores. The powerful effect produced 
upon them, and the extraordinary uses to 
which they ’applied it, he thus-facetiously 
deScribdP: • 
“ After having laughed at tho process of 
burning, which they believed to be to cook 
the coral for their food, what was their as¬ 
tonishment, when in the morning they 
found Ins cottage glittering in tho rising 
sun, white as snow ; they danced, they sung, 
they shouted and scroamed with joy. The 
whole island was in commotion, given up to 
wonder and ..curiosity, and tho laughable 
scenes which ’chaffed after they got posses¬ 
sion of the brush and tub, baffle description. 
Tlfe^ow ton immediately voted it a cosmet- 
j«.ahdrkalydor, and superlatively happy did 
many a swarthy coquette consider herself, 
could sho but enhance her charms by a dab 
of the white brush. And now party spirit 
ran high, as it will do in more civilized 
countries, as to who was or was not best en¬ 
titled to preference. One party urged their 
superior rank ; one had got tho brush and 
was determined at all events t.o keep it; and 
a third tried to overturn the whole, that 
they might obtain some of tho sweepings. 
They did not even scruplo to rob each oth¬ 
er of the littlo share that seme had been so 
happy as to secure. But soon now lime 
was prepared, and in a week not a hut, a 
domestic utensil, a war club or a garment, 
but what was white as snow ; not an inhab¬ 
itant hut had a skin painted with the most 
grotesque figures; not a pig but what was 
similarly whitened, and even mothers might 
be seen in every direction capering with ex¬ 
travagant gestures, and yelling with delight 
at tho superior beauty of their white-wash¬ 
ed infants.” 
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ANECDOTE CF SHERIDAN. 
A certain wealthy nobleman invited the 
dramatist to visit him during the shooting 
season, at his country seat. Sheridan went, 
but being no sportsman found it rather 
dull work. At length, finding himself one 
day left alone, ho concluded to take a gun, 
(and fixing,) and try his luck. An attentive 
game-keeper proffered bis services as at¬ 
tendant, which were peremptorily declined, 
determined that his want of skill should 
not be made tho subject of remark in tho 
servants’ ball. Tho result of his tramp 
might be anticipated, and he found himself 
returning homeward without even a feather 
for a trophy, convinced of ono of two things 
to wit: either that tho gun was a very poor 
one. or that he did not understand its use. 
Crossing a field, in the centre of which 
was a pond, and around which were gather¬ 
ed a large flock of gecso, ducks, hens, Ac., 
ho noticed the farmer leaning upon tho 
fence, watching their gambols; and was 
seized with an irresistible desire to try his 
skill upon the feathered objects of his at¬ 
tention. Accordingly ho marched up to 
“ Hodge,” who seemed quite indiffernt to 
his approach, and thus accosted him : 
“ My friend, what shall 1 give you for 
permission to discharge both barrels into 
the midst of that Hock ?” 
“ Wull,” answered the north countryman, 
“ai dun know, art thou mooch iv er shot ?” 
“Much of a shot. Oh. (slightly embar- 
rassod.) middling, only middling.” 
“ Wull, how fur wilt thou stan’ off ?” 
“ How far? Oh, say about twenty 
yards.” 
“ Wull, ai shood think thou migh’st giv I 
half a guiny.” 
“ Half a guinea ? Pretty good price : 
however I’ll do it.” 
Accordingly the ground was measured, 
Sheridan took his stand, and, with dolibe- 
rato aim, discharged both barrels, killing 
and wounding many more than even ho 
had anticipated. 
“ Ha ! ha ! (ho laughed, gathering up tho 
spoils, and approaching the old farmer, who 
seemed quite undisturbed by the result,) 
you did’nt expect I should kill so many, c.ld 
you ?” 
“ Wull, noa ! I carnt say as I did, but still 
yer knaw, its nothing to I, yer lenaw, hecas 
they're not mine.” 
After the “ shock ” was over, tho wit gave 
him an extra “half” for his shrewdness, and 
a five pound note for his solomn promise 
never to montion it, and treating the mat¬ 
ter as unintentional, ho paid the owner, and 
returned homo with “ a new wrinkle.” 
It is characteristically relatod of Cuvier, 
that ho once saw in his sleep the popular 
representation of Satan advr’ ‘">g ' "ds 
him, and threatening to ea, im. .k/i 
me!” exclaimed tho philosopher, with the 
eye of a naturalist, and then added, “Horns! 
hoofs! graminivorous! Needn’t be afraid of 
him!” _ 
A Connecticut minister having walked 
through a village church-yard, and obsorved 
tho indiscriminate praise bestowed upon 
the dead, wrote upon the gate-post the fol¬ 
lowing line :—“ Here lie tho doad, and hero 
the living lie!’ 
Frosty. —Mrs. Frost, who edits a paper 
out in Ohio, excused the absence of ed¬ 
itorial in a late number of her paper, saying 
that “ a slight Frost occurred at our place 
on Wednesday last!” 
A genius out Wost has just patented a 
machine for making sweot potatoes. Ho is 
a brother of tho old gentleman who put 
handles on prickly pears and sold them for 
currycombs. 
G3P" Answer in three weens. 
We will forward the Rural three months, free 
of charge, to each of the first four persons (resid¬ 
ing out of the city) who send correct answers to 
the above Rebus previous to the publication of 
the solution. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 27 letters. 
My 2, 9, 12, is a deep vessel. 
My 21, 11, 9, 9, 26, 24, is a vegetable. 
My 7, 23, 6, 20, 3, is a person belonging to a se¬ 
cret fraternity. 
My 6, 15, 23, 13, 16, is a species of stone. 
My 7, 22, 27, 5, 18, denotes less. 
My 1, 5, 12, 14, 2, 19, is a town in the State of 
New York. 
•My 25, 10, 4, 21, 15, 8, is a congealed substance. 
My 17, 15, 8, is a kind of beverage. 
My whole is a combination of persons formed 
for their mutual interest in tho county of Seneca. 
E. d. c. 
Junius, N. Y. 
SEir Answer in our next number. 
For the Rural New-Yorker. 
PROBLEM. 
A certain No. consists of three digits, which 
are in arithmetical progression ; and the number 
divided by the sum of its digits is equal to 26 ; 
but if 198 be added t,o it, the digits will be in¬ 
verted. What is the number? n 
Hunt’s Hollow, Dec. 3, 1853. 
Answer in our next number. 
ANSWER TO ENIGMA, &c., IN NO. 50. 
CS WILLlII IE 
Answer to Illustrated Rebus, No. 1 .—America 
and Americans will Americanize the world. 
The first correct answer to the above Re 
bus was received from C. L. Norton, of Dans- 
ville, to whom wo shall send tho Rural for 1854 
Other correct answers were furnished, and several 
very queer supposed solutions. 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma —The conquest 
of Persia by Alexander. 
Answer to question—1, 3, 9, 27, 18. 
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