MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
ip entry. 
THE MERRY SLEIGH. 
BY LIEUT. PATTEN. 
Jingle, jingle, dear the way, 
’Tis the merry, merry sleigh, 
As it swiftly scuds along, 
Hear the burst of happy song ; 
See the gleam of glances bright, 
Flashing o'er the pathway white ; 
Jingle, jingle—how it whirls, 
Crowded full of happy girls. 
Jingle, jingle—fast it flies, 
Shooting shafts from roguish eyes, 
Careless archers, I’ll be bound, 
Little heeding whom they wound ; 
See them with capricious pranks, 
Plowing now the drifted banks, 
Jingle, jingle—'mid their glee, 
Who among them cares for me ? 
Jingle, jingle, on they flow. 
Caps and bonnets white with snow, 
And the faces swimming past— 
Nodding through the fleecy blast; 
Not a single robe they fold 
To protect them from the cold. 
Jingle, jlngle—’mid the storm, 
Fun and frolic keeps them warm. 
Jingle, jingle, down the hills, 
O’er the meadows, past the mills, 
Now ’tis slow and now ’tis fast, 
Winter will not always last; 
Every pleasure has its time, 
Spring will come and stop the chime. 
Jingle, jingle—clear the way, 
’Tis the merry, merry sleigh. 
bliss to me then, for a long, wearisome struggle 
had been rewarded. It was upon the Future— 
that unseen world — that existence veiled from 
mortal eye, that we mostly dwelt. My father 
had his predilections — his prejudices, and as I 
loved that father, I listened -to his kindly ad¬ 
vice, and cheerfully accorded to his wishes.— 
That night, he left me with his blessing. 
A FAMILIAR EPISTLE. 
Schneederg, (Snow-burg,) Jan., 1856 . 
Mr. Moore :— I have been troubled, Dear 
Sir, with a growing desire, that has ripened of 
late into the full purpose, of writing you—not a 
communication nor an essay, but a letter. Don’t 
mistake me. I do not say of writing through 
pit anti §| timer. 
Morning came—gay, bright and sunny—and you—that sounds too like Otaheitan table-talk, 
long before I rose, the snow began to melt upon when these people ate rather than loved their en- 
the roof, and the large drops steal down the ici- emies—it speaks the carving-knife too much.— 
cles, and fall to their rest below. I had slept But, overlooking the barbaric associations of the ■ 
longer than usual, yet all was silent around me. term, I cannot think of writing through you, to 
I began to wonder what occasioned the unusual }' (n,r readers. I seek “not yours but you;” you j 
quietude. By and by I heard a gentle sob at can take care of your own subscribers, (the ru- j| 
my door, when hastily rising, and putting on ra ^ districts sag you can.) I never could write jU 
my gown, I went to the entrance and found the to that vague abstraction, the public. My pen ; | 
housemaid standing there, and with faltering drags heavily in the trial, as if it had in tow jy] 
voice and large tears gathering in her eyes, she metaphors, rounded periods, and all the rules of jg: 
told me my father w;is dead. all the rhetoricians from Aristotle to Blair— L-- 
111 
Oh ! what a shock was that to me 1—how | or Quackenboss, if you choose. I like to talk 
overwhelming. My dear, dear father dead— 
my only counselor—my last comfort and conso- 
and joke with flesh and blood—with somebody 
—the editor of the Rural, for instance. To be 
Ration gone, gone, never to return. I heard the sure > if lie thought fit to make further use of my 
awful announcement, and knew no more. poor thoughts, 1 would not object; that would 
awful announcement, and knew no more. 
Days and weeks rolled away. Friends came 
A QUADRUPLE SURPRISE, 
not spoil my private dish with him. Having I Or what Mrs. Snooks presented to Mr. Snooks on thc morn- 
ing of the 14 th of February, to make “ glorious summer 
the winter of his discontent." 
Nurse —“Ah ha! Mr. Snooks ! Here’s a wal- 
antine for you ; and such a walantine as don’t 
and went. Winter fled, and Spring with its seen cotemporary urchins sprout up into law- 7 r This diseontZu"° glorious summt 
flowers and grain fields had come. It was yers, doctors and editors, 1 may presume to gos- A1 , . Q . . TT , 
morning. My physician .had called upon me. sip and laugh with the profession, as well as in- , , .'°oks ue ‘ a w , 
1 sat in an arm chair near the little window, struct myself from them. A good paper, like a ' me 1,1 “ 011; aD( Sl,c , a wa an * ne 38 oa 
The birds were singing gaily, the shade trees good government, contains a liberal share of the co,ae A n<H \ y °” e S an ' ^osnu er. 
were putting on their verdure, and the grass representative principle. For this once, sir, let 7100 ' s °~ WI8 1 ^ 0 gracious l cu. 
looked green and fresh upon the hillsides. In your chair exercise a mild dictum. ^ 
kindness, he told me I must leave my old home, I will tell you why I choose the Rural.— ° 0D ^ rECULATIOX - P n a time, my fiiend 
Snooks —“ Ho—I wish to gracious it did.’ 
Written for Moore’s .Rural New-Yorker. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 32 letters. 
My 3, 7, 8, 23, 25 is a celebrated book. 
My 31, 23,13, 7, 32, 22 is a girl’s name. 
My 23, 9, 6, 14, 27 is a town in Hew York. 
My 10, 23, 15, 2, 29 is an article of family use. 
My 13, 7, 5, 17 are a trouble to housekeepers. 
My 26, 25, 9, 30 is a space of time. 
My 13, 20, 4, 7, 5 is what we like to hear. 
My 17, 19, 7, 31 is a county in Hew York. 
My 21, 10, 18, 25, 4 are plenty in summer. 
My 13, 22, 12, 27 is a girl’s name. 
My 29, 28, 1, 18 is a county in Ohio. 
My 9, 22, 16 is one of the organs. 
My whole is what all should do. 
Pittsford, N. Y., 1856. Wells. 
£3§T* Answer next week. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
ALGEBRAICAL PROBLEM. 
Given x square, plus y square,plus the square 
root of x plus y, equals 20 ; and x square, plus y 
square, plus the square root of x plus y square, 
equals 152 to find the values of x and y. 
Union Springs, N. Y., 1855. A. (). P. 
Jgf” Answer next week. 
looked green and fresh upon the hillsides. In 
kindness, he told me I must leave my old home, 
ift’% 
k inunlit; IVJ.U me jl mubi iunve nij tau uuiiic, jl win ten juu wti j j. wwudo av/uivaia.— 
and go out into the busy world, and forget, if Hear the wind brushing against your panes, and * ’’ <ls ec nt iony ox, a supei engine- 
possible, my griefs. I knew how well he cared singing in every key-hole and cianny! Wher- 11V ^G (Rtc <jio liver, ow m came to get 
p J 6 -. - . - I b ? ■ : J - • • free? «Why, Massa Vincent, my health was 
Ncv-iorker. ‘“"“A " . & .. ." “"7 den and eat the sass ; and the missus that own- 
THE 01,1) MANSION. “°rning. The coach stood before the door-my mesticradiances-thecandlcs-shmeou bright- ed me see thafc l was ’ a mis . able mie<rer _ one of 
trunks were in their places. I had given the est. The littlest (that can ) and the biggest, ^ * ’ h 1 V v i w . . 
I have a mansion among the hills. It is the last suggestion to the old gardener — bidden him read it. What I would come at, Mr. Editor, is T , 1C mlSa , , mc * 0 Sai ° iei ’ 1 1SSUS ' 
old family mansion—the spot where in youth I good-bye — taken a farewell look at the little that yours is a family—that is, a famil-iar pa- . ™ a mi ^ a ? ant W01 ^ notli- 
whiled away many a gladsome hour. It is a window beneath the eaves, and soon was away, per. It is not altogether grave, but a little dim- 1 U L>tnn-jouc ettei se nie, in such 
lovely spot, because of dear associations—lovely, far away from the loved spot of my youth. But pled in the corners of the mouth, when there a n * 18 a c lu SS el - ow, assa incent, Mas 
for Nature has smiled upon it. For a long time ob | with what saddened feelings did I take are young folks about; and not always proof ® ucla P°^ r mgger t lat missus agieed to sell me 
the old mansion has been closed. Grief cast a niy leave. My heart was desolate — there was against a wink that sets grandsires and gran- 01 a 1unt IC( ct ^ a18 ’ an agieed to tiy to 
pall over it, and afar from its pleasant haunts I a dark shadow, spread over it; while the world dams in a roar. So much for your works and ™ <ni caui t ie moncj to pa\ iei , anc 1 id, 
wandered, to forget, amid the busy world and around me seemed cast in gloom—clothed with your workers. But what kind of a-a-a-fellow ‘\ n l0a ^ 1 ias een getting >ettei e\ei 
for me—how disinterested was his advice, and ever that wind sweeps this evening, over a 
I consented. thousand square (and white) miles, ther ever will 
One week from that time I left the old man- you find the “ R. H. Y.” I mean in the hou- 
sion. It was morning — another glad spring ses ; those snuggest farm-houses, where the do- 
thousand square (and white) miles, thereuer will Y *' b . ad '' kt 11 t v> as in Kentucky, 1 couldn 1 
you find the « R. N. Y.” I mean in the hou- do , no kmdof T ; T 7 fecWe ; ’ twaS 
• those farm-houses, where the do. J US aS mUch 38 1 COuld do to hoe 0Wn gar- 
TTLII OTjI) M4NSION. morning. The coach stood before the door—my mestic radiances—thecandles—shine outbriglit- 
trunks were in their places. I had given the est. The littlest (that can) and the biggest, 
I have a mansion among the hills. It is the last suggestion to the old gardener—hidden him read it. What I would come at, Mr. Editor, is 
old family mansion—the spot where in youth I good-bye — taken a farewell look at the little that yours is a family—that is, a famil-iar pa- 
whiled away many a gladsome hour. It is a window beneath the eaves, and soon was away, per. It is not altogether grave, but a little dim- 
lovely spot, because of dear associations—lovely, f ar aw ay from the loved spot of my youth. But pled in the corners of the mouth, when there 
for Nature has smiled upon it. For a long time 0 h | with what saddened feelings did I take are young folks about; and not always proof 
its changing scenes, the dark shadow which the sad habiliments of grief. . „„„. ... --- -... „ , m, ■, ,. . 
, , , ,, ^ i „ , ., . A A , dollars that tune, out of that nieuer I Wall 1 he city you may now divine, 
stole o er the pathway of days gone by. Long j-ears have rolled away since then.— meadow, a bog, says my dictionary. Ay, that ^ ^ ’ n 1 ’ J J 0 _ 
It is again opened. I have returned to the Sjiring with its flowers—its songs and rich per- shows his agricultural bent. It strikes me now ' a L assa mcen . ^ ^ the household “good night.” 
old mansion. It has suffered no changes, save fumes—Autumn with its ripened fruits and yel- our editor is peculiarly felicitous in his observa- ^ - 
such as time brings upon all things. The old low leaves — have come and gone, yet o’er the tions on—draining. I may be hypercritical Gars on the Iurnpike. A Hew Haven pa- “GoodNight! A loud, clear voice from the 
gray walls ai« there still. The low, projecting heart sits sorrow, for memory is true to the loved, in this, however. Mr. Moore is doubtless a rel- P er sa ) r s : “ An old man had been in town on staiis said that it was Iommys. “ Gootl night!” 
roof with its mossy covering, is still seen I have stood in Venice - walked on the banks ative of the great British poet. Now I think I business and imbibed pretty freely, was return- murmurs a little something from the trundle- 
your workers. ’ But what kind of a-a-a-fellow and r "^ ^ ea | th Las been g ettif, S better evcr 
(it vill Slip out) is the editor? Moor: a wet 1 specks I made about nine hundred 
k H oil ova flvof timo 0,1+ of __ t 
-—- Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma in Ho. 317 
Goon Speculation. —On a time, my friend. Gentleness, Courage, Affectionateness. 
H., asked Anthony Rox, a superb engine- Answer to Charade in Ho. 317 :—Hamilton, 
iver, on the Ohio river, how he came to get Answer to Enigma in Ho. 317 : 
;e ? “ Why, Massa Vincent, my health was Perfection is the noblest aim 
ry bad when I was in Kentucky, I couldn’t In all the wondrous works of art; 
no kind of work ; I was very feeble ; ’twas And Excellence the brightest gem 
>’ as much as I could do to hoe my own gar- That bounteous nature can impart, 
n and eat the sass ; and the missus that own - l’he brightest planet is Opaque, 
me see that I was a mis’able migger—one of When seen between the earth and sun ; 
j mis’ablest kind. So I said to her: ‘ Missus, The lawyer deems the Rent, the point 
a a mis’able nigger, and I aint worth noth- With Interest, for the miser won. 
', and I think you’d better sell me, I’m such A wife’s Allowance, if well supplied, 
uis’able nigger.’ How, Massa Vincent, I was I s all she can expect to use ; 
;h a poor nigger that missus agreed to sell me The parson, too, expects ^o more 
a hundred dollars, and I agreed to try to When full Allowance pays his dues, 
rk and earn the money to pay her, and I did, Of these half-dozen words you sec, 
i my health has been getting better ever Eacl1 g iv es the meanings of- a line ; 
ce, and I ’specks I made about nine hundred And the acrostic then will be 
lars that time, out of that nigger ! Wall, Tbc city you may now divine, 
h, Massa Vincent.” 
THE HOUSEHOLD “GOOD NIGHT.” 
dows, and the willow yet stands by the spring The old clock in the corner is chiming the can sympathize with our rural ways and joys. ^ ul ' u ’ ailu u,uomoin ; e 8 ™ n S me wa S‘ “ Slx y ears co¬ 
upon the hillside. There is the old sweet tree hour of midnight. The fire has sunk low upon You tell us howto keep our sheep warm, and | )njSCn Y' ° ° \ raau ‘ and killed t lie I pray thc^'Liml my soul to keep 
in the orchard ;—the elm and the walnut look the hearth. Brave lies dreaming before me, our cows comfortable, and our pigs good-na- 101 se > " 11 H)U G lowever, injuring the man. The If I should die before I w-a-k-e—” 
as majestically as ever, and even the lilacs and the wind still sounds mournfully without, and tured, this colii weather. You know very well tl .un v as stopper, and the conductor returned and the small bundle in the trundle-bed has 
rose-bushes are in their accustomed places by as I wipe a tear from my eye, I hie myself to that we can keep ourselves warm, comfortable t° aseeitain the damage. As he appicached the dropped off to sleep, but tiie broken prayer may 
the little oaken porch. bed, to dream, it may be, of and good-natured. A’tSfmer is a king in the HC(inL ‘ < ’ * m accident, he inquired of the old go up sooner than many long petitions that set 
It is now winter. The trees are stripped of “ The loved ones gone before.” Nkp. wintertime. He owns not a palace, but a home; m,m \ ie vr,ls Tnuc 1 out a great while before it. 
their foliage, and instead, there is a cold, cheer- A t?aft AM*"lTS DESTTISTY he bas not a ro J a k but a happy family. “ ‘ Huit ! ’ , he re P hed : <n0 ’ but rd like And 80 ifc was “g« od “igkt ” all around the 
less mantle upon their branches. The roof of Did you ever spend a winter on a genuine vIU, ) s " in cication }ou are running your homestead; and very sweet music it made, too, 
the old mansion is white with snow, and the Recently, while in the vicinity of Peck Slip, Yankee farm ? Was your home in the country? contounl ec 0 cais on the turnpike foi ? in the twilight, and very pleasant melody it 
heavy eaves are made heavier still, by the long, N ew York, we observed a little steam-tim puff- If you can answer “ Yes," I have you by the ^ makes now, as wo think oi it, for it was notyes- 
and good-natured. A tWmer is a’ king in the SCen %°/ thc acciden Y’ be in 9 uired of ^ old g0 x sooner than m any long petitions that set 
. , ,. 1T . , , . , man if he was much hurt. ;<■ 
BAFT AND ITS DESTINY. 
winter time. He owns not a palace, but a home; 
he has not a royal, but a happy family. 
Did you ever spend a winter on a genuine 
out a great while before it. 
“‘Hurt!’ he replied; ‘no, but I’d like to And so it was “good night” all around the 
enuine know what in creation you are running your homestead; and very sweet music it made, too, 
untry? con * uu nded old cars on the turnpike for ?” in the twilight, and very pleasant melody it 
by tK e - makes now, as we think of it, for it was not yes- 
ce the A Great Country. —An innocent and pure- terday, nor the day before, but a long time ago 
heavy eaves are made heavier still, 
gathering icicles. There is a snowy covering i n g with the laborious task of towing a huge ear —nay, rather by the heart. If once the 
terday, nor the day before, but a long time ago 
upon the window stools, and fantastic figures raft of pine logs a raft so large that the little cords of home-love, or love-|iome, (transpose ndnd( ' d Jonathan, iu a warm argument with so long, that tommy is lliomas Somebody, 
upon the panes, while beneath the vines, and steam-tug which towed it was as a fly to the ox those words, they are full of meaning in any J°hn Bull on our national institutions, was en- Esq., and has forgotton that he ever was a boy, 
upon the panes, while beneath the vines, and steam-tug which towed it was as a fly to the ox 
around the lilacs and roses by the porch, is a which it torments. The Fogs were all large— 
shape,) have wound themselves about your 
great snow-drift, where the snow-bird alights big trees that were in their native fastnesses, affections—fly where you will, banish yourself. 
and sings her winter song. 
last winter, brought the profuse perspiration to hut know those invisible bands are but stretched. 
I have a littie cozy room in the old mansion, the forehead of the woodmen who felled them. They do not weaken like the force of gravita- 
deavoring to floor his antagonist, who had sneer- and wore what the bravest and richest of us can 
ingly remarked that fortunately the Americans never wear but once, if we try—the first pair of 
couldn’t go further westward than the Pacific boots. 
shore. Yankee searched his pregnant brain for And so it was good night all around the 
It is low and narrow, but ample in its dimen- with the thermometer far down below the freez- H° n » ky distance, but grow in reflex energy. ,in instant, and tiiumphuntH itplied Y h> house, and tin c.hildien h.ul^one thiough He 
sions, for I am alone, save the society of my ing point. They grew up at the head waters of Methinks, when these winds, which hum, sing, ^' aci0lIS ’ ie ) a U 'Y Y °\° w ° C T .i.! .,^1 7 iera 
kind, faithful hound. Upon one side is a goodly the Susquehanna River, in Pennsylvania, and and roar music here at home, do find you out they 1 oun ams, and carting the dirt out West. I 
fireplace, where burns cheerily a warm fire, were run down that stream this spring in the will howl like demons, and pull (cold weather ’ <U a * U . aS ," Y ' lom cc J usln > '' lu 
while upon another, half hidden by curtains, is freshet which annually occurs there with the contracts cordage ?) you homeward with almost Jlvln S two bundrcd ™ lle8 W6St of tbe Paclfic 
my bed, in which I dream the nights away.— melting of the forest snows. irresistable power. I like these polar winds— sioic on ma e an 
Mountains, and carting the dirt out West. I through into the laud of dreams.— Selected. 
irresistable power. I like these polar winds— sbore on made land. 
My room has but one window—a small one just Two hundred and fifty miles they descended the blows and snows of winter. They give 
beneath the eaves — where I sit for long, long that river on its downward current; then, bro- 
hours, and look out upon the great hills, and at ken up into sections of suitable size, a horse be- 
morning and evening, watch the play of the ing attached to each, they were towed through 
sunbeams upon the trunks and amid the branch- the canal into Raritan Bay. Joined together 
es of the oaks and hemlocks. In one corner is again, a steamer tows the whole mass of timber wood,” or a “ shady nook ; but give me a _ .... _ r ... 
the old family clock, with heavy weights and to its destination in the citv. A Susquehanna “home” in the winter. You, there ensconced, feit pennies lick the butter off a blind nigger s (and one to Agent or gotter up of club,) for $io ; Ten Copies 
long pendulum —Btaisdingin its antique oaken raft is twelve logs long, eioh from sixteen to «. happy^-snblnnar, bliss” is jonrs in T.£ 
case, and regardless of the past, counting the twenty-four feet in length, and about thirty fruition. Outside it is so cold, the.wind lashing a clunk ol iskj steal acoins horn a blind American postage on papers sent to the British Provinces, our 
hours as faithfully as ever. There is a strong, wide." They are secured compactly by wooden and tearing about, snow ringing like small shot I J1 L r > and take clothes from a scare-crow, that he Canadian agents and friends must add \2\ cents per copy to 
Home its power — its relish. True they’re “ Elegant Extract.”— An exchange says that 
“fearful to oppose,” but turn about, and they a man who would systematically and wilfully 
follow in your train. That’s my philosopy. In se ! a kout cheating a printer, would commit 
summer one might be content with a “ cot in the highway robbery on a crying baby and rob it 
wood,” or a “ shady nook but give me a °f As gingerbread—rob a church of its counter- 
“ home ” in the winter. Ybu, there ensconced, feit pennies—lick the butter off a blind nigger’s 
MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER, 
TUB LEADING WEEKLY 
Agricultural, Literary anti Family Newspaper, 
IS PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY 
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oaken table by the little window, and near the pins, fastening them to crosspoles, and on the 011 y our P anes ; You glance towards the window, n> a y make a respectable appearance in society, 
fire stand two ancient arm chairs, with their top of this immense superficies of timber is see Ike whirling snow-shot with a back ground *" 
grotesque carvings, as old as the mansion which piled an equal quantity entirely loose. of darkness, and with a shi\ering joy turn in- Hints foe the Nursery. 1 he treatment of a 
contains them. By the chimney, and near the The reader, probably, conjectures that it was ward to your hearth throbbing with kindly new-born child should he kind, but not cordial 
head of my bed, is an ample closet, well stored destined for some of our ship-yards ; this was warmth, and suilnsed in light and joy. and especially not Godfreys cordial. Chil- 
and tearing about, snow ringing like small shot I-Jg> ar, d take clothes from a scare-crow, that he Canadian agents and friends must add 12>£ cents per copy to 
on your panes. You glance towards the window, may make a respectable appearance in society, the duh rates of the Rural. 
J ^ 1 ^ ° 4 . , , ; ^ ^ 13^“ Subscription money, properly inclosed and registered, 
SGG tllG whirling snow-shot with cl ha,ck ground may be forwarded at our risk. 
of darkness, and with a shivering joy turn in- Hints for the Nursery.— The treatment of a *** The P° sta e e ° n 1116 Rural is but cents per quarter, to 
any part of the State (except Monroe County, where it goes 
, your hearth throbbing with kindly new-born child should be kind, but not cordial 
, and suffused in light and joy. —and especially not Godfrey’s cordial. Chil- payable quarterly in advance at the office where received. 
with choice works, my only consolation during | our own surmise, for here was more pine tiinbei 
__ _ _ ^ I have a pretty fancy about these wintry dren should be encouraged to rise with the lark 
the long winter evenings. than would be required for a dozen ordinatY noises. Did you never despair of reading or kut the lark should not consist of a bolster- inserted at 25 cents a line, each insertion, payable in advance. 
1 . J r ... . : r rw nnxr ei’miloi* Aoonnnti’An -»,r • n • Our rule is to give no advertisement, unless very brief, more 
It is now eleven o'clock cit- niglit. Iliere is 3. sliips, or the lcirgest church in A.meric<i j hut wc thinking in pci feet stillness, e\cu tis in rude ,w> c , 1 , ‘‘ 1 * * c is than four consecutive insertions. Patent Medicines, &c., will 
bright blaze upon the hearth. Brave lips were wrong. The entire raft was purchased by jarrings? How the elements are compounded tke best food for infants, but curd should be not be advertised in this paper at any price. ij/“ The vircuia- 
dreaming upon tbe rug,—the old clock ticks a city manufacturer, to be converted into locofoco to favor you. The music of the wind, as it rocks avoided, nor should the child have its whey. ““ faTSi 
loudly in the corner, and there is a wailing of matches! This is an absolute fact, and gives a everything into its concert, fills your ear ; the v le-ciust is oaa lor children, ana m the nursery world,—and from 20,000 to 30,000 larger than that of any other 
the wind without, and a tinkling of snow against tangible idea of the immense amount of material light amuses your eye; the heat puts to sleep neither pie-ciusts nor promises should ever he paper published in this state, out of New v ork city. 
. . , . . n , , . , . j xxx Urnl-tm All communications, and business letters, should be ad- 
the window panes. I have smoked my last consumed in manufactures, which we often con- your feelings, and you (with your taste) are uruKcn. ^ dressed to D. D. T. MOORE, Rochester, N. Y. 
cigar. I never smoke hut two of an evening— sider as insignificant or of no importance.— N. roaming in the realms of fancy or science, with ‘ 
finished the last chapter of the “ Homestead on Y. Courier. nothing to break the charm. Those little crea- “ When I goes a shoppin’,” said an old lady, Lqcal Agents do not require any’certificate, bnt can 
the Hillside,” drawn my chair near the fire, and -- tures, the senses, are active beings. If the ear is “ ^ aders as ' s k) r what I wants, and it they have f orm c i„b S upon their own responsibility. Those who wish an- 
with my feet upon the fender, sat looking into Herbert rings this pretty melody out of old unsatisfied, she tries to hear your candle-light, and it>s Sllit able, and I feel inclined to buy thority to act as Traveling Agents, must furnish the best of 
uiou inj o.iu j ii lu > ^ o j i I , , , ,, recommendations as to integrity, responsibility, Ac., or good 
the cheerful, laughing flame. As I 8it there, cells. If the eye has no medium of light, she attempts ’ ‘1 ’ ’ ' 8 1 ‘ D ° 1 references in this city. References to persons at a distance are 
the long winter evenings. 
than would be required for a dozen ordinaty 
Advertising.—Brief and appropriate advertisements will he 
the window panes. I have smoked my last consumed in manufactures, which we often con 
cigar. I never smoke but two of an evening— 
finished the last chapter of the “Homestead on 
the Hillside,” drawn my chair near the fire, and 
with my feet upon the fender, sat looking into 
the cheerful, laughing flame. As I sit there, 
watching the changing figures upon the glow¬ 
ing ccals, and listening to the cold sighing of 
the winter winds, a shadow insensibly stole 
over my thoughts, and the Bast, with its event¬ 
ful scenes—its more vivid pictures, stood boldly 
before me. 
msumed in manufactures, which we often con- your feelings, and you (with your taste) are 
sider as insignificant or of no importance.— N. roaming in the realms of fancy or science, with 
Y. Courier. nothing (o break the charm. Those little crea- 
-- tures, the senses, are active beings. If the ear is 
Herbert rings this pretty melody out of old unsatisfied, she tries to hear your candle-light. 
“ When I goes a shoppin’,” said an old lady, 
hells : 
Loud ringing changes all our bells have marred, 
Jangled they have and jarred 
So long, they’re out of tune and out of frame ; 
They seem not now the same. 
Put them in frame anew, and once begin 
To turn them so that they may all chime in ! 
If the eye has no medium of light, she attempts and A 8 c k ea P» an J can f ke got at any other rcfereucea iu this 
to .see those airy noises that the car reports in the 
councils of the Five Senses. Amuse your senses 
and your children, Mr. Editor, if you wish to 
keep them out of mischief. Take this advice— 
and I hope you and your numerous readers 
place for less, I most allers take it without useless, 
chappering about it all day as most people does.” T 
lappering about it all day as most people does.” Of The lowest club price of the Rural New-Yorker is 
^ ^ $1,50 per yearly copy, and any one remitting at a less rate will 
be credited in proportion to the money received. Those who 
An ignorant candidate for medical honors, send less than the price, with request to send the paper aspeei- 
j i _ l' 1 ... r fled time or return the money, cannot be accommodated. 
having thrown himseit almost into a lever from , ... oir , , , ... „ .. 
® SCs/ In remitting $15, or more, please send draft on Now 
A Fine Boy.-A little fellow, not more than ^.\ J 
Six years ago-yes, six this very night-l had fiye rs old> faring some gentleman at his C0n ' cs P 0Ildent 8 efforts to that end. Joval. 
returned from college. I sat in my little library. fathei , s table discu8sing the familiar line, “An -^- 
My father was there. Yhe snow lay heavily honest Ws the noblest work of Qod,” said he We do nofc understand anything thoroughly 
upon the ground, the wind blew cold and cheer- knew ifc wasn>t true . bis mother was better tban but what we have deciphered in our hearts ; nor 
(your children they are) may not despise your kis incapability of answering thc questions, was York, Albany, Buffalo, or Rochester, (less cost o exchange,) or 
asked by one of the censors how he would sweat chcck or certificate of deposit on any Bank in either of said 
, cities,— payable to our order. 
a patient for the lheumatism. ■“ I would send Those who are forming large clubs can send on the 
him here to be examined.” names and money of such persons as do not wish to wait, and 
__ complete their lists afterwards. 
S3" Agents will please make their first remittance as early 
.Hew Tonic.— A Yankee doctor has contrived as convenient This will greatly facilitate the entry of names 
to extract from sausages a powerful tonic, which on our books - ,.. _ . ... 
o i . S3" For $4 we will send one copy of the Rural, and either 
he says contains the whole strength of the ong- Putnam’s, Harper’s, the Knickerbocker, Lady’s Book or Gra- 
inal bark; he calls it the “ Sulphate of Canine!” ham's Magazine for one year. 
tt , 1 -i. • tlt BTzf Agents. —Any person so disposed can act as local agent 
He anticipates for it a great popularity in Hew r g URALi and y J who remit according to terms win be 
) Ork city. entitled to premiums, etc. 
lessly, tbe windows were laden with frost— 
Winter was reigning. Before the warm fire we 
sat and conned over the Past, the Present, and 
the Future. Oh ! the Past, to that hour, how it communities, and are incident to every phase of 
was sprinkled o’er with scenes of joy—bright as human life. It is our duty to cultivate the first 
the sun at noonday. The Present was full of and third, and avoid the second and fourth. 
any man that was ever made. do we fecl a dee P interest in an y thi “g ^kich 
__-♦-»-*_ has not some relation to ourselves, to our exist- 
Wisdom and folly, virtue and vice, exist in all ence, to our tastes, or to our happiness. 
and our friends love us the more. 
-- inal bark; he calls it the “ Sulphate of Canine!” 
Death makes our enemies cease to hate us. He anticipates for it a great popularity in Hew 
York city. 
