MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER 
ABOUT FARMERS’ “YOUNG LADIES.” 
Sxowiutrg, Feb. 19,1856. 
Dear Rural :—In my last letter I said some¬ 
thing “about hired girls.” I suppose you are 
often troubled to get a good one. I have a 
simple rule, original with me, that will guide 
you to a model of a hired girl, as true as the 
needle points to the North Pole. And what’s 
more, it won’t take much more than half the 
time that it took venturesome Ivank and Frank¬ 
lin' to find that Pole. But briefly, here is my 
rule—look among the Joannas and Bridgets for 
a domestic ; but man ! don’t speak of service or 
wages to our Yankee friends, the Misses Angel¬ 
ica, Carrie, PIattie, Liiibie, Lessie, Lottie, if 
you find them even in — in the Poor House. 
Grand-fatlier says, “write to the Mayor of 
Cork for one.” 
I am going to talk now about another kind of 
girls — our daughters. Grand-father says he 
remembers when girls were of some use.— 
“You’ve writ about hired gals,” says he, “ but 
if you want to begin a reform, open a brisk fire 
on farmer’s young ladies, as they call ’em. You 
won’t have to paint up the picture much either.” 
He is a very old fogy. He speaks of their 
sweeping about in their ribbons and hoops, 
while their mother’s sweep with the brooms; 
and piling on finery till they look as if they 
had been struck by a rainbow. 
“ They ain’t no ways sensible, none of ’em,” 
and I partly agreed with him the other evening 
in company. Near me was a council of young 
ladies. They agreed that it was a gorgeous 
evening, that a certain loafer’s moustache was 
grand, (but one said it was decidedly awful,) 
that some lemon-drop candy he gave them 
was puhfciitly splendid, that something else was 
most be-eautiful — I think it was a shoe-string. 
But it is at home that I am going to try farmer’s 
girls, and country girls generally. 
“ Blow up the pianer first,” says grand-father. 
I think my ancestor is pretty orthodox on this 
subject. His chief fault, as you will discover, 
consists in his reverence for the spinning-wheel. 
The music those old wheels spun long ago, 
lingers in the old man’s ears, and are so blended 
with the singing memories of his younger days, 
that he hears with prejudice. Says he, “ Take 
a wheel and a pianer and look at ’em jest as 
musical instruments, and the wheel makes the 
best music. A pianer sounds like a squalling 
baby”—“and the spinning wheel like the 
breathing music of winds and waterfalls,” I 
put in. “ Exactly so, boy.” 
Now I am glad the spinning-wheels are done 
away with. Their music was nothingbut noise. 
Grand-father thinks that a piano is not a farm- 
tool. and he's right. Hatred of Lad pianos in 
wrong places, I do believe, runs in the blood. 
It is a good thing for bad girls to “ do penance ” 
on. It is a good thing for music teachers to 
earn a living on. 'it is a good thing in the city, 
for those who 1 ave a wealth of time and musi¬ 
cal genius to draw therefrom those divine har- 
appeal to the soul. But in the 
country, among the birds and bees, and Na¬ 
ture’s elemental music — why, what if all the 
singing birds should go to thrumming on dry 
logs and old trees, like so many partridges and 
woodpeckers! They would make no music, 
and not much noise. Girls go to thri mining 
likewise, and they make a little music and a 
creat. deal of noise. I delight to hear the clear 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
A NEW SONG BY GEO. P. MORRIS. 
Thank God for pleasant weather 1 
Chant it, merry rills 1 
And clap your hands together, 
Ye exulting hills t 
Thank Hitn, teeming valley ! 
Thank Him, fruitful plain ! 
For the golden sunshine, 
And the silver rain. 
Thank God, of Good the Giver! 
Shout it, sportive breeze I 
Respond, oh, tuneful river !■ 
To the nodding trees. 
Thank Him. bud and birdling ! 
As you grow and sing 1 
Mingle in thanksgiving, 
Every living thing! 
Thank God, with cheerful spirit, 
In a glow of love, 
For what we heie inherit, 
And our hopes above !— 
Universal Nature 
Revels in her birth, 
When God, in pleasant weather, 
Smiles upon the earth, 
Undercliff, June, 1855. [Home Journal. 
I am composed of 4G letters. 
My 15, 27, 9 we should all hate. 
My 1, 13, 24, 22, 39, 7, 15, 26 we admire. 
My 45, 8, 10, 20, 9 is another name for the Evil 
One. 
My 28, 29, 35, 3, 6 will come to all. 
My 43, 44, 25, 7 is an exciting beverage. 
My 38, 9, 40, 30, 29, 34 was one of the twelve 
Disciples. 
My 45, 11, 35, 21, 37 are celestial bodies. . 
My 15, 24, 25, 39, 7, 3 is a poem of fourteen 
lines. 
My 26, 14, 25 gives light. 
My 15, 5, 2, 9, 32 is a mineral substance. 
My 16, 17, 25, 19, 26 are a part of the body. 
My 41, 17, 18, 1, 36 is a kind of vehicle. 
My 31, 42, 33 is a pronoun. 
My whole is one of Solomon’s proverbs. 
York, N. Y. P. S. B. 
(£5^" Answer next week. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
GEOMETRICAL PROBLEM. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
MOONLIGHT. 
A piece of business said to be everybody’s, consequently 
nobody's. 
John Bull. —“ Bless my soul! there’s a young- 
scamp running oft’ w T ith my old friend, Miss 
Nicaragua ! S’blood ! this will never do.— 
Hallo ! there, you, let alone that young lady.” 
Col. W. —“ Don’t get in a passion. Old Bull, 
but stop where you are. If you come much 
further in this direction, you may fall into that 
gulf called by Uncle Sam tlie ‘ Monroe Doctrine;’ 
besides the young lady is willing — won’t have 
any one else but me ; so here you may see the 
license on its way to the parsons.” 
A man would make an artificial pond having 
an area of thirty-four and sixty-seven hun¬ 
dredths square rods, included between the con¬ 
cave arcs of two circles intersecting each other, 
described with a radius of twenty-one rods._ 
Query :—What is the shortest distance through 
its center ? j. H„ Jr." 
Stowell’s Corners, Jefferson Co., N. Y, 
Answer next. week. 
See the silvery queen of night 
Ride in silent grandeur by, 
While the stars with pearly light 
Guide her through heaven’s canopy. 
Now she’s hid behind a cloud, 
Misty, fleecy, fringed with gold, 
Seeming like a silver shroud, 
Made fair Luna to enfold. 
Darker grows the splendid scene, 
Deeper now the shades of night, 
Scarce one glimmering ray is seen, 
Bursting from the source of light. 
Clinton Villa, C. W., 1856. Hattie. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
MATHEMATICAL PROBLEM. 
There is a mast that stands one-ninth its 
length in the mud, twelve feet in the water, 
and five-sixths its length in the air. What is 
the whole length ? what Length is in the mud ? 
and what in the air ? 
Answer next week. 
A Conductor on a New England road was 
sent for by the President or Superintendent of 
the road one day, and rather summarily inform¬ 
ed that after that week the Company would not 
require his services. He, asked who was to be 
his successor, and the name was given him.— 
He then asked why he was removed. After 
pressing the question for some time, and failing 
to obtain any satisfactory explanation, a little 
light dawned upon him, and he addressed his 
superior officer nearly as follows: “You are 
about making a great mistake, sir, a great mis¬ 
take. You know, sir, I have a nice house, a fast 
horse, a splendid gold watch, and an elegant 
diamond ring. That fellow you have chosen to 
lake my place has got to get all these things .” It is 
said that the argument was conclusive, and the 
conductor.was allowed to retain his position. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
THE TWO FARMERS 
ONLY ONE BRICK ON ANOTHER. 
Edwin was one day looking at a large build¬ 
ing, which they were putting up just opposite 
to his father’s house. He watched the work¬ 
men from day to day, as they carried up the 
bricks and mortar, and then placed them in 
their proper order. 
His father said to him, “ Edwin, you seem to 
be very much taken up with the bricklayers ; 
pray what may you be thinking about ? Have 
you any notion of j earning the trade ?” 
“No,” said Edwin, smiling ; but I was just 
thinking what a little thing a brick is, and yet 
that great house is built by laying one brick on 
another.” 
“Very true, my boy. Never forget it. Just 
so it is in all great works. All your learning is 
only one little lesson added to another. If a 
man could walk all around the world it would 
be by putting one foot before the other. Your 
whole life will be made up of one little moment 
after another. Drop added to drop makes the 
ocean.” 
Once there were two farmers who dwelt 
opposite each other, their farms being separated 
by the public highway. They were young 
men, intelligent, honest, and very industrious. 
Both had purchased their'land of the Govern¬ 
ment, and in the same year they entered the 
woods, cleared a spot of ground, and erected 
comfortable log cabins. Every winter the ad¬ 
vanced ranks of the forest bowed their heads to 
the force of the woodman’s ax, and every sum¬ 
mer beheld the ripened grains waving over the 
fields. Both were very skillful in their occu¬ 
pations, and took great pride in performing 
their work in the best possible manner. Their 
fences were builtof lasting materials, and made 
high and substantial. Their farms were divided 
methodically, and into convenient fields. *Tlie 
stones were dug out, stumps uprooted, and the 
land kept free from noxious weeds. Drains 
were constructed wherever they would be bene¬ 
ficial ; all the manure which could be collected 
was carefully saved and applied, and even sub¬ 
soiling was resorted teas a means of deepening 
and enriching the soil, and thereby increasing 
the quantity of their crops. In short, they 
practiced the most scientific and successful 
method of farming, and reaped rich harvests by 
their honest toil. Success crowned their efforts, 
and health and peace, the blessings of a farmer’s 
life, watched like guardian angels over their 
households. 
While there was a similarity in many points 
of their characters, yet upon one thing, at least, 
there was a wide difference. Mr. A. possessed a 
sense of the beautiful which was wholly want¬ 
ing in Mr. D. Both were men of good under¬ 
standing and sound judgment. But one did 
not stop here. He possessed an attribute of 
mind which conferred on him more enjoyment 
than the other was able to conceive. True it 
was weak at first, but he saw its value, and 
nourished a#d trained it with as much care as 
he would a feeble child, and notwithstanding 
he was often derided by his neighbor for his 
“foolish notions,” yet he did not abandon bis 
purpose, but allowed bis mind to develope in 
that direction, feeling conscious of an ample 
reward in present enjoyment, and confident that 
the future would not be without its satisfying 
results. 
He loved to watch the coming morning; to 
see the stars fade one by one as the day bright¬ 
ened in the east, and the spears of light lengthen 
to the meridian, or turn into belts of gold the 
edges of the clouds; to see the woods fired by 
the horizontal rays, the hills gleam as if touched 
by the hand of Midas, and the shadows chased 
from ihe deep valleys by the ascending luminary. 
He loved t.o gaze upon the landscape where the 
solemn hills lift their breezy tops, and the quiet 
valleys are filled with warm, yellow, sunshine ; 
where the stately trees like the watchful 
guardians of a fruitful land, look proudly on 
the scene, and the cloud shadows, like fleet 
coursers, race across the fields, and to trace it in 
the smoky distance, until it blended with the 
sky. He loved the sunsets, and often watched 
their gorgeous coloring fade aloug the western 
sky, and the landscape grow dimmer, until 
only the faint outlines of the hills were visible 
against the vault of heaven. When he walked 
into the fields, his attention was attracted, and 
his senses charmed by the thousand varied 
beauties which lie perceived in Nature. The 
bobolink that rose from a bending stalk of grass 
in the adjoining meadow, and poured forth his 
swelling song upon the fragrant air, filled his 
A good-looking young fellow stopped all one 
week at Major Bell's Hotel, Oahawba, Alabama, 
and ordered bis baggage down to the boat, and 
went down himself without paying his bill.— 
Said the Major: 
“"Sir, you must not leave without paying your 
bill. I can’t afford to hire servants, buy provi¬ 
sions, and board people for nothing.” 
“ You can’t ?’* 
monies 
A name given to a mail is no better than a 
skin given to him ; what is not natively his 
own, falls off and comes to nothing. 
“Well, then, why in creation don’t you sell 
out your tavern to some one who can ?” 
Our informant is extremely anxious to chalk 
that man’s hat both ways, as a slight tribute of 
respect to his magnificent impudence. 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma in No. : 
D. D. T. Moore. 
Answer to Algebraical Problem in No.320 
A Yankee. —He is self-denying, self-relying, 
and into everything prying. He is a lover of 
piety, propriety, notoriety, and the temperance 
society. He is a dragging, bragging, striving, 
thriving, swapping, jostling, hustling, wrestling, 
musical, quizzical, astronomical, philosophical, 
poetical, and comical sort of character, whose 
manifest destiny is to spread civilization to the 
remotest corner of the earth. 
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ly by continued travel. So says the report ot 
the Kentucky Board of Internal Improvements. 
“ Och !” says Paddy, “ I’ll never be able to put 
on these boots until I have worn them a week 
or two.” 
Smith and Brown running opposite ways 
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One winter’s day the two farmers were con¬ 
versing together. Both were grey-headed.— 
“ Well, Mr, A.,” said Mr. D., “ I think I shall 
offer my farm for sale. My sons have taken an 
utter disgust to farming. The oldest having 
graduated is studying law, and the youngest 
designs entering a store. My wife and I are too 
old and feeble to live alone, and so I suppose in 
order to live with my children the rest of my 
days, I shall have to leave my farm, where I have 
lived and worked so long, that I know every 
stone there is on it, and go into the noisy, dirty 
city. I am almost sorry that I sent them thro’ 
college, for I believe if they had not been to 
school so much, they would never have wanted 
to be anything else than farmers.” 
“On the contrary,” replied Mr. A., “both of 
my sons have chose farming for their occupa¬ 
tion, for they think there is no other employ¬ 
ment so pleasant and healthy. The oldest has 
been reading law since he graduated, in order 
to become somewhat acquainted with the theory, 
but in the spring he intends to come back to 
the homestead, where he will reside permanent¬ 
ly. My youngest takes his diploma from Yale 
next summer, and as he then wishes to begin 
his future occupation, if you have no objections 
I will purchase your farm for him.” 
The purchase was made, and Mr. A.’s sons 
became prosperous farmers. 
Impertinent.— Lady (in a fashionable dr ess )— 
“ Little boy, can I go through this gate to the 
river ?” 
Boy —“ Perhaps. A load of hay went through 
this morning.” 
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A rEitsoN having the misfortune to admit into 
liis house as a lodger, an individual of bad rep¬ 
utation, named Bell, turned him out the other 
day with the remark, “that he would never 
keep a bell in his house that wanted hanging.” 
Woman’s “Empire State” is matrimony.— 
Here she is always in the majority—always 
reigns, and sometimes storms. 
Mrs. Partington says a gentleman laughed 
so heartily that she feared he would have burst 
liis jocular vein. 
Topsy-tuiivy. —When things are in confusion 
they are said to be turned topsy-turvy. The 
expression is derived from the way in which 
turf for fuel is placed to dry on its being cut; 
the surface of the ground is pared off with the 
heath growing on it, and the heath is turned 
downward, and left some days in that state, 
that the earth may get dry before it is carried 
away. It means, then, top-side turf-way.— 
Gentleman's Magazine. 
There is a shop kept by an old maid in New 
York, in the window of which appear these 
words :—“ No reasonable offer refused.” 
YUr at is a Friend ?—Punch says a friend is 
one who jumps down and puts on the drag 
when he finds you are going down hill too fast. 
