MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND EMILY NEWSPAPER. 
APRIL 11 
JAMES NACK, 
AUTHOR OF “ IIKRB SUB GOBS AND THERE SHE GOES. 
James Hack holds a well-nigh solitary posi¬ 
tion in literature, as one who, deprived from 
childhood of the faculties of hearing and speech, 
has yet been able not only to acquire by educa¬ 
tion a lull enjoyment of the intellectual riches 
of the race, but to add his own contribution to 
the vast treasury. He was born in the city of 
New York, the son of a merchant, who by the 
loss of his fortune in business was unable to 
afford him many educational advantages. The 
want was, however, supplied by the care of a 
sister, who taught the child to read before he 
was four years old. The activity of his mind 
and ardent thirst for knowledge carried him 
rapidly forward from this point, until in his 
ninth year an accident entailed upon him a 
life-long misfortune. 
As he was carrying a little play-fellow in his 
arms down a flight of steps, his foot slipped ; to 
recover himself, he caught hold of a heavy piece 
of furniture, which, falling upon him, injured 
his head so severely, that he lay for several 
hours without signs of life, and for several 
weeks mentally unconscious. When he recov¬ 
ered, it was found that the organs of sound were 
irrevocally destroyed. The loss of hearing was 
gradually followed by that of speech. He was 
placed as soon as possible in the Institution for 
the Deaf and Dumb, where the interrupted 
courseof his mental training was soon resumed. 
He showed great aptitude for knowledge, and 
an especial facility in the mastery of foreign 
languages. After leaving the Institution, he 
continued, with the aid of the few books he 
possessed, a private course of study. 
He had for sometime before this written 
occasional poems, of one of which, “ The Blue- 
Eyed Maid,” he had given a copy to a friend, 
who handed it to his father, Mr. Abram Asten. 
That gentleman was so-onuch struck by its 
promise that he sought other specimens of the 
author’s skill. These confirming his favorable 
impression, he introduced the young poet to 
several literary gentlemen of New York, under 
whose auspices a volume of his poems, written 
between his fourteenth and seventeenth years, 
was published. It was received with favor, by 
the critics and the public. Mr. Nack soon after 
became an assistant in the office of Mr. Asten, 
then clerk of the city and county. In 1833 he 
married, and in 1839 published his second vol¬ 
ume, “Earl Rupert and other Tales and Poems,” 
with a memoir of the author, by Prosper M. 
Wetmore. 
THE OLD CLOCK. 
Two Yankee wags, one summer day, 
Stopped at a tavern on their way, 
Supped, frolicked, late retired to rest, 
And woke to breakfast on the best. 
The breakfast over, Tom and Will 
Sent for the landlord and the bill ; 
Will looked it over; “Very right— 
But hold! what wonder meets my sight I 
Tom ! the surprise is quite a shock !”— 
“ What wonder ? where ?”—“ The clock ! the clock 1” 
Tom and the landlord in amaze 
Stared at the clock in stupid gaze, 
And for a moment neither spoke ; 
At last the landlord silence broke— 
“ You mean the clock that’s ticking there ? 
1 see no wonder, I declare ; 
Though may be, if the truth were told, 
’Tis rather ugly—somewhat old ; 
Yet time it keeps to half a minute ; 
But, if you please, what wonder’s in it ?” 
“ Tom, don’t you recollect,” said Will, 
“ The clock at Jersey near the mill, 
The very image of this present, 
With which I won the wager pleasant ?” 
Will ended with a knowing wink— 
Tom scratched his head and tried to think. 
“ Sir, begging pardon for inquiring,” 
The landlord said, with grin admiring, 
“ What wager was it ?” 
“You remember 
It happened, Tom, in last December, 
In sport I bet a Jersey Blue 
That it was more than he could do, 
To make his finger go and come 
In keeping with the pendulum, 
Repeating, till one hour should close, 
Still, ‘Here she goes—and there she goes' — 
He lost the bet in half a minute.” 
“ Well, if I would, the deuce is in it I” 
Exclaimed the landlord ; “ try me yet, 
And fifty dollars be the bet.” 
“ Agreed, but we will play some trick 
To make you of your bargain sick !” 
“ I’m up to that 1” 
“ Don’t make us wait, 
Begin. The clock is striking eight.” 
He seats himself, and left to right 
His finger wags with all its might, 
And hoarse his voice, and hoarser grows 
With—“//ere she goes—and there she goes!" 
“ Hold 1” said the Yankee, “ plank the ready 1” 
The landlord wagged his finger steady, 
While his left hand, as well as able, 
Conveyed the purse upon the table. 
“ Tom, with the money lot’s be off?” 
This made the landlord only scoff; 
He heard them running down the stair, 
But was not tempted from liis chair ; 
Thought he, “ The fools ! I’ll bite them yet! 
So poor a trick shan’t win the bet.” 
And loud and loud the chorus rose 
Of “ Here she goes—and there she goes!" 
While right and left his finger swuDg, 
In keeping to his clock and tongue. 
His mother happened in to see 
Her daughter ; “ where is Mrs. B - ? 
When will she come, as you suppose ? 
g on i”—“//ere she goes—and there she goes!” 
« Here?—where ?”—the lady in surprise 
His finger followed with her eyes ; 
“ Son, why that steady gaze and sad ? 
Those words—that motion—are you mad ? 
But here’s your wife—perhaps she knows 
And”— "Here she goes—and there she goes!" 
His wife surveyed him with alarm, 
And rushed to him and seized his arm ; 
He shook her off, and to and fro , 
His fingers persevered to go, 
While curled his very nose with ire, 
That she against him should conspire, 
And with more furious tone arose 
The “ Here she goes—and there she goes!" 
“ Lawks !” screamed the wife, “ I’m in a whirl 1 
Run down and bring the little girl; 
She is his darling, and who knows 
But”—“ Here she goes—and there she goes!” 
“ Lawks 1 he is mad ! what made him thus ? 
Good Lord ! what will become of us ? 
Run for a doctor—run—run—run— 
For Doctor Brown and Doctor Dun, 
And Doctor Black, and Doctor White, 
And Doctor Gray, with all your might.” 
The doctors came, and looked and wondered. 
And shook their heads, and paused and pondered, 
Till one proposed he should be bled, 
“ No—leeched you mean,” the other said ; 
“ Clap on a blister,” roared another, 
“ No, cup him”—“ No, trepan him, brother 1” 
A sixth would recommend a purge, 
The next would an emetic urge, 
The eighth, just come from a dissection, 
His verdict gave for an injection ; 
The last produced a box of pills, 
A certain cure for earthly ills ; 
“ I had a patient yesternight,” 
Quoth he, “ and wretched was her plight, 
And as the only means to save her, 
Three dozen patent pills I gave her, 
And by to-morrow I suppose 
That”—“ Here she goes—and there she goes!” 
“You are all fools,” the lady said, 
“ The way is just to shave his head. 
Run, bid the barber come anon”— 
“ Thanks, mother,” thought the clever son ; 
“ You help the knaves that would have bit me, 
But all creation shan’t outwit me 1” 
Thus to himself, while to and fro 
His finger perseveres to go, 
And from his lips no accent flows 
But “ Here she goes—and there she goes!” 
The barber came—“ Lord help him ! what 
A queerish customer I’ve got! 
But we must do our best to save him— 
So hold him, gemmem, while I shave hi 11 ?. 1” 
But here the doctors interpose— 
“ A woman never”—“ There she goes!" 
“ A woman is no judge of physic, 
Not even when her baby is sick, 
He must be bled”—“ No, no, a blister# — 
“ A purge you mean”—“ I say a clyster”— 
“ No, cup him ”—“ Leech him”—“ Pills ! pills ! pills !’ 
And all the house the uproar fills. 
What means that smile! what means that shiver ? 
The landlord’s limbs with rapture quiver, 
And triumph brightens up his face— 
His finger yet shall win the race ! 
The clock is on the stroke of nine, 
And up he starts—“ ’Tis mine ! ’tis mine 1” 
“ What do you mean ?" 
“ I mean the fifty ! 
I never spent an hour so thrifty ; 
But you, who tried to make me lose, 
Go, burst with envy if you choose! 
But how is this ? where are they ?” 
« Who ?” 
“ The gentlemen—I mean the two 
Came yesterday—are they below ?” 
“ They galloped off an hour ago.” 
“Oh, purge me ! blister ! shave and bleed! 
For, hang the knaves, I’m mad indeed 1” 
[Encyclopedia of American Literature. 
“THE WIFE FOR ME.” 
BY HUYL AI.HERENSLER. 
Horace Hastings was a sober, sensible, en¬ 
terprising bachelor, of some seven and twenty 
years, who, having obtained an excellent repu¬ 
tation for his industry and integrity, and hav¬ 
ing made himself useful to the mercantile firm 
in Boston with whom he had served an appren¬ 
ticeship, was at length invited to a partnership 
in the concern. For some time he had been 
encouraged to anticipate this elevation, and he 
soberly and energetically entered upon the new 
duties of his position. When business crowded 
he had but little leisure to mourn over his ce¬ 
libate condition ; but when the hurrying season 
was over, and hours each day hung heavy on his 
hands, he could not help thinking how delight¬ 
ful it would be had he but a house and a gen¬ 
tle wife of his own. His pecuniary circum¬ 
stances now warranted such luxuries; and he 
resolved to marry when he could find a lady 
“just suited to the mind.” 
Near a country village in Maine, not a thous¬ 
and miles from Bangor, lived an old friend of 
his father; and being on a collecting tour in 
that region during: the autumn months, he de¬ 
termined to acc<g5*/n oft repeated invitation to 
spend a few days wTfli the old gentleman, and 
sent a note announcing his coming. 
At the appointed time he reached the resi¬ 
dence of his old friend, and found that the fam¬ 
ily were prepared and pleased to welcome him 
as a guest. In the parlor were two young la¬ 
dies, well dressed, and quite handsome. He 
was duly introduced to Miss Jane and Char¬ 
lotte, and found them accomplished and sensi¬ 
ble young ladies. Being just now very sus¬ 
ceptible to the tender passion, he was easily 
pleased, and exerted his powers to render him¬ 
self agreeable to the flattered maidens. He 
succeeded, of course. Sensible men, of his age 
and prospects, always do, when they try. And 
his eyes, wandering in conversation, from one 
handsome, intelligent face to another, he caught 
himself several times mentally inquiring— 
“ Which would make the better wife ?” 
The mother and a neat looking maid were 
seen at intervals passing from the kitchen pre¬ 
paring the supper. The girl who set out the 
table and spread the white, stainless cloth, and 
arranged the plates seemed to do it gracefully 
and quietly, as if she had made such duties a 
study as a science, and won a passing glance of 
admiration as a very neat and pretty servant— 
a model of a “ help.” Altogether, herihoughtit 
was a charming family. When they sat at the 
cheerlul supper, and he tasted the light, home¬ 
made bread, and the sweet, fresh butter, and 
the thinly sliced home-cured beef, the hot, well 
flavored tea, the excellency and good taste man¬ 
ifested in the whole ordering, he felicitated 
himself upon having found so pleasant a home, 
even if it was for a few days. After the supper 
was over and the table was cleared, a third 
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“THAT SAME OLD COON,” 
Prepared, in a new dress, and “ elongated narrative,” for the next Presidential campaign—and 
reflecting -whether he will mount the Union Savin’, Know Nothin’, Republikin, or Shell- in’ plat¬ 
form. Though not fond of eggs, he is bound to be corned, hard cider or not,—and as he prefers 
ease, the shell-e d grain party stands the best chance. Though a coon, he is not an ultra one— 
and, like a great many humans, will consider all reasonable offers for services to be rendered. 
He could not easily “a tale unfold,” for the benefit of any party, as that interesting extremity 
is already unfolded in such a manner as to form an excellent personal platform.- Meantime, 
any party desirous of securing his valuable aid should attend to one important item —Plant Corn. 
young lady, very neatly dressed, entered the 
room, and was formally introduced to him as 
one of the sisters. Miss Sarah. He was not a 
little surprised to find that the neat servant girl 
whose handiwork had won his admiration, was 
one of the sisters. He found her sprightly, 
cheerful, and accomplished, and he thought a 
little more graceful than Jane, who was the 
older, or Charlotte, who was younger than her¬ 
self. 
He thought a little more meanly of himself 
for having taken her to be a hired girl in the 
family, but not a whit more meanly of her for 
having revealed herself i/i that capacity. And 
his perplexity was somewat increased as he sat 
down on his bedside in the chamber to which 
he was shown by his host, and said to himself, 
“ which of the three ?” 
In the morning, after a night’s sound sleep— 
for he was not sufficiently in love to keep him 
awake—he entered the breakfast room, and was 
soon joined by the two young ladies who had 
first welcomed him. Sarah was not yet visible; 
but when they sat down at the table, and Jane 
had poured the coffee, Sarah came smiling in 
behind a clean white apron, and with a steam¬ 
ing pile of hot buckwheat cakes in her hand, 
which from the hue of her cheeks she had just 
been baking. If there were a blush on her 
cheek, any eye might see it was forced there by 
the fire, and not by any sense of degradation on 
account of the office she gracefully filled. She 
greeted the guest with a welcome smile, depos¬ 
ited her load of eatibles, and returned to the 
kitchen, whence she tripped again in a few 
minutes, with another plate of cakes, most beau¬ 
tifully baked by her own skill. Horace ate a 
large quantity of them, more than enough 
merely to satisfy hunger, because of the beau¬ 
tiful little hands that made them. And then he 
wandered over the farm with the old man, and 
prated of horses and cows, and crops, as though 
he knew something about them, as well as 
broadcloths and calicos. At dinner time Jane 
and Charlotte were in the parlor waiting for 
him, and Sarah, as usual, was bustling about 
the kitchen. “I do wish,” said h&, sotto voce, 
“ that one of those girls would take Sarah’s 
place in the kitchen a little while, that I might 
find out some of their housekeeping qualities, 
and that I might have a little more chat with 
her.” 
But he waited for such a change in vain, tho’ 
he found some opportunities of converse, and 
discovered all he wished to know just then 
about her mental qualifications and acquire¬ 
ments ; and at the close of the fourth day, just 
before he got into bed, he slapped the white 
counterpane emphatically, and said to it—as 
there was nobody in the room I suppose he 
must have spoken to the counterpane or the bed 
post—“ She’s the wife for me." 
The next day was the outer limit of his visit; 
and as he stood at the window after breakfast 
he saw Sarah, with that witching white apron, 
trip out into the orchard, to shake down some 
apples, for it was baking day, and pies were to 
be made. Horace strolled out after her, and 
shook the tree, and helped to pick up the ap¬ 
ples, and carried the basket as they returned 
slowly to the house. What it was he whispered 
in her ear she never told, but she seemed not 
displeased, though evidently surprised, and a 
little frightened. 
A year after, Horace was at the house of his 
old friend again, and this time Sarah was not 
so much in the kitchen. There were great 
preparations for a wedding going forward, and 
in a few days Sarah became Mrs. Horace Has¬ 
tings ; and now, in a splendid Boston mansion, 
she fully justifies the wisdom of her dear hus¬ 
band’s choice, by being to him a most excellent 
wife and a superlative housekeeper. 
There is more danger from a pretended friend 
than from an open enemy. 
it anfo lluraar. 
RIDICULOUS. 
To think that England intends to go to war 
with the United States, or that she really means 
half she says. 
To suppose that the Union is on the brink of 
dissolution. 
To think that a patriotic speech could be 
made without several allusions to the stars and 
stripes, the Constitution, the American eagle, 
the Temple of Liberty, the fathers of the Revo¬ 
lution, and the “ times that tried men’s souls.” 
To labor under the idea that the laws were 
made for the people and not for lawyers. 
To believe that trial by jury and habeas cor¬ 
pus are the great safeguards of justice and indi¬ 
vidual liberty. 
Snuffers. —An Irishman lately arrived, who 
in visiting one of his countrymen already resi¬ 
dent several years in America, discovered on 
the table a pair of old snuffers. “By my soul,” 
says Pat, picking them up and examining them, 
“ that’s a queer scissors I” “ Scissors ? Maho¬ 
ney,” responded his companion, “ sure that’s no 
scissors ; that’s what they call snuffers .” “ Snuf¬ 
fers—for what’s that ?” Sure for snuffing the 
candle.” “ 0—oo—oo—oo,” says Pat, “I have 
it now,” and suiting the action to the word he 
forthwith pulled the snuff from the candle with 
his fingers, deposited it in the box, and shutting 
the snuffers together, exclaimed, with wonder- 
staring eyes, “ By my soul, but it’s a note in¬ 
vention, isn’t it ?” 
An Intolerable Punster.— Theodore Hook 
once walking wdth a friend, passed a pastry’ 
cook’s shop, in the window of which was the 
usual inscription, “Water Ices and Ice Creams.” 
“ Dear me,” said Theodore, “what an admi¬ 
rable description of the effects of hydrophobia!” 
“ How can that be ?” said his friend ; “ what 
have water ices and ice creams to do with 
hydrophobia !” 
“ Oh,” replied Hook, “ you do not read . it 
right. I read it thus : Water I sees, and I 
The Age of a Horse. —A man who wanted 
to buy a horse asked a friend how to tell a 
horse’s age. 
“ By his teeth,” was the reply. 
The next day the man went to a horse-dealer, 
who showed a splendid black horse. The 
horse-hunter opened the animal’s mouth, gave 
one glance and turned on his heel. 
“ I don’t wan’t him,” said he; “ he’s thirty- 
two years old.” 
He had counted the teeth. 
A physician, passing by a stone-mason’s shop 
bawled out, “ Good morning, Mr. D. Hard at 
work, I see. You finish your grave-stones as 
far as * In memory of,’ and then wait, I sup¬ 
pose, to see who wants a monument next?” 
“Yes, yes,” replied the old man; “ unless 
somebody’s sick, and you are doctoring him— 
then I keep right on.” 1 
Practical Science. —Grandmamma—“ Well, 
Charley, and what have you been learning to¬ 
day?” 
Charley—“ Pneumatics, gran’ma !—and I can 
tell you such a dodge ! If I was to put you 
under a glass receiver, and exhaust the air, all 
your wrinkles would come out as smooth as 
grandpa’s head.” 
A late Illinois paper contains the announce¬ 
ment of the marriage of R. W. Wolf to Mary 
L. Lamb. “ The wolf and the lamb shall lie 
down together, and a little child shall lead 
them”—after a while. 
OSAGE ORANGE FOR HEDGES.— One year old plants 
at $5 per 1,000; two years old at $0 per 1.000. 
Walworth, N. Y., April, 1856. ELIAB YEOMANS. 
GRAND CHANCE FOR MECHANICS. 
For Sale—House, Lot, Shop and Water Power, in the village 
of Sandusky, Cat, Co., N. Y. Location good, 20 small Fruit 
Trees, selected, nice Shade Trees in front, good well, Ac. Price 
$1,200. Inquire of MARTIN HAYDEN. 
Sandusky, N. Y„ March 27, 1856. __ 326w3 
STOCKS FOR NURSERYMEN AND AMATEURS. 
True Angers Quince, Malialeb Cherry, Paradise, Doucin, 
Apple ( Pear, Plum and Cherry stocks, with a great variety of 
Ornamental and Evergreen Seedlings, at lowest rates. Carri¬ 
age paid to Boston or New York. Priced lists are now ready, 
and will be sent on application. 
326w2 B. M. WATSON, Plymouth, Mass. 
STALLION FOR SALE. 
I will sell the fine blood stallion, “ Young Magnum Bontim 
Eclipse," by Magnum Bonum Eclipse, of Monroe Co., which 
took the first premium at the State Fair, in Rochester, in 1851; 
nge 6 years 1st of May next. Color, beautiful dark bay, height 
16 hands; weight, 1,200 lbs.; action unsurpassed. For further 
particulars inquire of GEORGE W. THOMAS, 
326w2 Volney, Oswego Co., N. Y 
FARM OF 8«t ACRES, 
In South Barry, Orleans county, 7 miles south of Albion, for 
sale at$40pcr acre—afirst rate stock or grain Fnrm; log house 
with part of timber and lumber for new house on hand, founda¬ 
tion laid up; barn 30 by 42, shed 24 by 100 on stone wall; a young 
orchard of selected fruit. Soil, black sandy loam and muck, 
on gravelly loam subsoil; a never failing spring and good well 
on premises. Small Farm, Western land, or city property ta- 
ken in part payment, balance on long time. Apply to JAMES \ 
1). TAYLOR or JAMES.W. REED, Lockport, or J. A. POOLE, 
on the premises. 326w2 
STATEN ISLAND 
FANCY DYEING ESTABLISHMENT. 
Office, No. 3 John St., two Doors from Broadway, N. 1'. 
Dye Ribbons, Silks, Woolen and Fancy Goods, in the piece 
or otherwise, of every description. Their superior style of dye¬ 
ing ladies nnd gentlemen’s garments is widely known. 
Crape Shawls dyed the most brilliant or grave colors; all 
kinds of Shawls, Curtains, Ac., cleansed or re-dyed. 
Goods received and returned by express. 
BARRETT, NEPHEW’S A CO., 
326wl3 No. 3 John St., 2 doors from Broadway, N. Y. 
NOTICE TO STOCK GROWERS. 
The superior Durham Bull, BLETSO, a direct descendant 
rom the celebrated Bates’ stock, imported by the Livingston 
Co. Stock Association in 1854, will bo kept the ensuing season 
at the stable of Aaron Barber, Esq., in Avon, where speci¬ 
mens of his stock may be seen. Persons from a distance wish¬ 
ing the service of said bull can be accommodated with good 
pasture for their cows, and all proper care will be taken to pre¬ 
vent accidents. “ Bletso" was breed by Mr. Bcauford, of Illet- 
so, Bedford Co., England; got by Diamond, (5918) dam Fatima, 
by 3d Duke of Northumberland, (3647) g. d. Formosa, by Sir 
Thomas, (3636) g. g. d. by Sir Alexander (591) g. g. g. d. by 
Marske (418.) For further particulars see Herd Book. 
S. S. MOREHOUSE. 
Avon, Livingston Co., N. Y., April, 1856. 326w4 
FARMERS, horticulturists and others 
TAKE NOTICE! 
The Subscribers now offer for sale their spring stock of a su¬ 
perior Fertilizer called Bone Manure, which they offer to the 
public at their old Prices. This manure has taken the First 
Premium at the State and County Fairs, where it has been ex¬ 
hibited, for a most valuable manure. It. has gained itself a 
reputation that it can never lose ns one of the oldest, cheapest, 
most durable and lasting artificial mnnnre^pow in existance.— 
We spare no pains or expense to merit the continued patronage 
of the public, and we feel extremely obligated to our f riends for 
the patronage extended to us since our commencement. As 
their are several articles in circulation bearing the name of 
Bone Dust, that are spurious, we would warn the public to bo 
careful of what they purchase. Wo warrant our Bone Manure 
to be a pure article, or no sale. Circulars containing direc¬ 
tions for use, will be forwarded on application to us or our sole 
authorized Agents as follows—where also samples can be seen; 
Messrs. E. I). HALLOCK, Rochester, N. Y. 
“ BEAN A W'EEB, Skaneatlas, N. Y. 
“ BARKER A BALDW’IN, Auburn, N. Y. 
“ DANA A CO., Utica, N. Y. 
326w3 T. HOL DING WORTH A SON, Proprietor, Utica, N.Y 
UNION AGRICULTURAL WAREHOUSE AND 
SEED STORE. 
No. 23 Fulton Street, near Fulton Market,) Neu> York 
PLOWS—A large and choice selection of the best patterns 
now in use, comprising a variety of forty different patterns and 
sizes adapted to the various soils. 
HARROWS, Square, Triangular and Hinged. 
SEED DRILLS, for sowing all kinds of Garden or Field 
Seed in Drills to be used by hand or horse. 
ROLLERS, Field nnd Garden sizes. 
GARDEN ENGINES, WHEEL BARROWS, Ac. 
Together with an extensive assortment of Horticultural Imple¬ 
ments, Field and Garden Seeds, for sale by. 
325w5-eow-m-J. A. M. TREDWKLL 
MOWER, $110. REAPER ATTACHMENT, $80. 
KETCHUM’S COMBINED MOWER AND REAPER 
Warranted to Gut from Ten to Fifteen Acres of Grain or 
Grass per Day, as well as if done with Scythe or Cradle. 
From the success of our Machines the past season, nnd an¬ 
other year's experience and experiments, (the most trying ever 
known for harvesters,) we leel assured that we have overcome 
all difficulties, nnd that either in cutting grain or grass, Ketch- 
nm's Machine lor 1856, will fully meet the expectation of the 
farmer. Some of our improvements are,, the perfecting and 
strengthening the guards, adding a seat lor the driver while reap¬ 
ing, placing a large wheel at the outer end ot the platform, so 
arranged that the platform can be raised or lowered, and at¬ 
taching a wheel for the purpose of moving the Mower from lot 
to lot. The Platform has been strengthened nnd.every other 
part of the Machine, so that we feel the utmost confidence of 
their giving perfect satisfaction if properly managed. We wisli 
to state some of the advantages of the Ketchum Machine over 
all others, unless they infringe our Patents. First : The placing 
the knives on a line of the shaft or tread of the wheel, which al¬ 
lows them to follow the unevenness of the ground as well as 
not to he effected by the up and down motion of the pole, cut¬ 
ting just as low through dead furrows as on level land. Sec¬ 
ond : Placing tho knife bar lower Ilian the frame and a suitable 
distance from tho plane or line of the wheel, leaving unob¬ 
structed space between the two, sufficient te allow the machine 
to pass over the cut grass lying between the heel of the knife bar 
and the wheel, instead of being shoved ahead, and carried along 
with the Machine as would be the case if the finger bar was carrid 
directly to,and bolted to the frame oftbe machine, making itnec- 
essary to drop frame and all, to cut grass, which could not be 
done successfully. Third : The open cutting blade to prevent 
• clogging which effectually does so, in any kind of grass, and 
fourth, in leaving the grass evenly spread, requiring no turning 
or shaking out, to cure properly. 
Tho change from a Mower to a Reaper, (which means lias 
been patented,) is effected by simply eulaiging the main wheel, 
by circular sections, bolted to the rim of*the wheel. Some of 
the advantages obtained by this arrangement are— First : 
Raising the cutters sufficiently high for cutting grain. Second: 
Lessening the motion of the knives, which is very desirable in 
cutting grain, as much less motion is required. Third : Re¬ 
ducing the draft of the Machine at least one-thjrd. Fourth : 
Raising the cogs of tho driving wheel, thereby preventing their 
being filled with dirt, as they otherwise would be, on stubble 
land. 
We shall have platforms for both back and side delivery of 
the grain. Persons ordering will please state which they pre¬ 
fer. We arc now prepared to ship Machines at a moment’s no¬ 
tice. HOWARD A CO., Buffalo, N. Y„ 
lfi/“ Office and Shop on Chicago St., near Central A City 
Railroad Depots. 325w4 
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(and one to Agent,) for $15, and any additional number at the 
same rate, ($1,50 per copy.) As we are obliged to pre-pay the 
American postage on papers sent to the British Provinces, our 
Canadian agents nnd friends must add 12)4 cents per copy to 
the club rates of the Rural. 
t3/“ Subscription money, properly inclosed and registered, 
may be forwarded at our risk. 
*.* The postage on the Rural is but 3% cents per quarter, to 
any part of the State (except Monroe County, where it goes free,) 
and 6)4 cents to any other section of the United States—payable 
quarterly in advance at the office where received. 
Advertising.— Brief and appropriate advertisements will be 
inserted at 25 cents a line, each insertion, payable in advance. 
Our rule is to give no advertisement, unless very brief, more 
than four consecutive insertions. Patent Medicines, Ac., will 
not be advertised in this paper at any price. 13/“ The circula 
tion of the Rural New-Yorker is at least ten thousand greater 
than that of any other Agricultural or similar journal in the 
World,- and from 20,000 to 30,000 larger than that of any other 
paper published in this State, out of New York city. 
1 3/~ All communications, and business letters, should be ad¬ 
dressed to D. I). T. MOORE, Rochester, N. Y. 
