MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER 
rained down her beautiful cheeks, “Father, 
shall I drink it now I” 
The form of the old Judge was convulsed 
with agony. He raised not his head, but in a 
smothered voice he faltered —“ Ho, no, my child, 
in God’s name—no.” 
She lifted the glittering goblet, and letting it 
suddenly fall to the floor, it was dashed in a 
thousand pieces. Many a tearful eye watched 
her movement, and instantaneously every wine 
glass was transferred to the marble table on 
which it had been prepared. Then, as she look¬ 
ed at the fragments of crystal, she turned to 
the company saying, “ Let no friend hereafter 
who loves me, tempt me to peril my soul for 
wine. Not firmer are the everlasting hills than 
my resolve, God helping me, never to touch or 
taste that terrible poison. And he to whom I 
have given my hand—who watched over my 
brother’s dying form in that last solemn hour, 
and buried the dear wanderer there by the 
river in that land of gold, will, I trust, sustain 
me in that resolve. "Will you not my husband?” 
together, but finally she blurted out her reply, 
“Yes, I did, since you must know, and she 
was not in. So at least the footman said, but if 
I did not see her at the drawing-room win¬ 
dow,” and here she burst into tears of mortifi¬ 
cation and rage, “ may I never eat another 
mouthful.” 
I saw that it would not do to continue the 
conversation; so 1 quietly ate my dinner, kissed 
the children, and, like Christian in the Pil¬ 
grim’s Progress, “ went my way.” 
Of course the intimacy of my wife with Mrs. 
Mowbray ceased from the date of that fatal 
party, and I am sorry to say that the Misses 
Howell also have, as the phrase goes, “cut our 
acquai n t an ce. ’ ’— Selected. 
throat, “ Ahem ! The Misses Howell are very 
nice girls to be sure—that is, in their place— 
but as it is to be a select party, and as 1 have 
' — , and as Mrs. 
not want to meet all sorts of 
SWEET POTATO PLANTS. 
A fine lot of thrifty plants on hand by the 100,-1,000—or 
10,000, as wanted. Send in your orders early to secure a supply. 
Chicago Ag’l Warehouse and Seed Store, 201 Lake St, Chica¬ 
go, Ilf [334w2J H. I). EMERY & CO. 
already mentioned rather too many, 
Mowbray may i—- — —- 
people, and as—” 
“ Stop, my dear,” said I, with a sigh, for I 
saw that my favorites were not to be invited, 
« you have given reasons enough. It is a great 
pity, though.” And I sighed again—a sigh 
eloquent of passive resignation. 
My wife heard my sighs, and, her tender 
heart was touched. She paused a moment in 
embarrassment, and perhaps even resolved the 
idea of yielding to my wishes, but in the end 
she raised herself on her elbow and said : “ Mr. 
Jones, do listen to reason. You don’t know 
how foolish you make yourself about those 
Howell girls. They have been unfortunate, to 
be sure ; and they are very passable, indeed ; 
but there’s a prejudice, you are aware, against 
girls who earn their own livelihood, and who 
knows but what Mrs. Mowbray would take 
offense at my inviting such persons to meet her. 
I shouldn’t like to do it, indeed, without first 
asking her; and I can’t do that this time.— 
She’s very particular, and so excessively high¬ 
bred.” 
“ Then I don’t think she would regard you 
the less, my dear,” I ventured to say,“for being 
acquainted with two such excellent girls as 
Patty and Lizzy Howell.” 
“ Mr. Jones, don’t be a child,” replied my 
wife. “ At your age you should know some¬ 
thing of the world. Exclusive people, like Mrs. 
Mowbray, don’t care to meet nobodies. She 
was very choice, as you saw, of whom she ad¬ 
mitted to her acquaintance this summer ; I may 
say, indeed, that I am the only one of all she 
met whom she recognizes now.” * 
To have protracted the conversation would 
have excited my wife’s nerves and deprived her 
of sleep, so I said no more, but closed my eyes 
and courted slumber again. I have no recol¬ 
lection of anything after that till I awoke the 
next morning, and leaving Mrs. Jones in bed as 
usual went down to see that the fires were right, 
and to take a walk while breakfast was being 
prepared. 
The invitations to the party were issued that 
week, Mrs. Mortimer Mowbray graciously 
promising to attend. 
When the important evening arrived, my 
wife was very nervous. At every ring of the 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
CLOUDS. 
AYHSHIKE BULL FOB SALE. 
A Thorough bred Ayshire bull. Pedigree guaranteed. Has 
gained two first premiums at the Provincial Agricultural Ex¬ 
hibition of Canada. Apply to Mr. JOHN NIXON, Grimsby, 
C. W., on G. W. Railway, 26 miles west of Suspension Bridge. 
BY CLARENCE MELVIN 
MOBGAN FIGUBO. 
This entire Horse is of the Sherman Branch, foaled 17th 
June, 1350, and bred by the subscriber with a view to perpet¬ 
uate those peculiar points of excellence which distingusb the 
real Morgan Horse from all others, is now for 6ale. For fur¬ 
ther particulars, direct to the subscriber at Derby Line, Ver¬ 
mont. [333w31 SOLOMON STEELE. 
Bright clouds that fleck the summer skies, 
And tinge their azure hue, 
Whence do your golden pinions rise 
To meet my ardent view ? 
From what far realm or fairy clime, 
Borne on the breast of eve, 
Do ye, unmarked by restless time, 
Your billowy surges heave 1 
Like isles upon the ocean’s breast, 
Where sunshine ever glows, 
Your forms with radiant beauty drest, 
In sunset seas repose. 
Surrounded by the azure deep, 
That knows no end or bound, 
The towering summits calmly sleep, 
While silence reigns around. 
Perchance, beyond your fleecy shade, 
An unknown realm appears, 
Where golden sunbeams never fade — 
Unknown to sighs and tears. 
Till time shall pass his utmost bound, 
And earth shall cease to be, 
Still may your radiant forms be found, 
Like isles within the sea. 
GREAT PUBLIC SALE OF FULL BLOOD 
idtjilh/ym: cattle : 
The subscribers will sell at public auction, at the residence 
of Richaro Peck, in the town of Lima, two miles east of the 
village, on Tuesday the 10th of June next, about one hundred 
FULL BLOOD DURHAM CATTLE , 
principally Cows and Heifers. Also six pair of working oxen. 
The sale will commence at 10 o’clock in the forenoon. Terms 
made known at the time of sale. JOHN W. TAYLOR, 
Lima, May 13, 1356. - 333w3 RICHARD PECK. 
A THRILLING SKETCH. 
“Pledge with wiue — pledge with wine,” 
cried the young and thoughtless Harvey Wood; 
“ pledge with wine,” ran through the crowd. 
The beautiful bride grew pale—the decisive 
hour had come. 
She pressed her white hands 
together, and the leaves of her bridal wreath 
trembled on her pure brow; her breath came 
quicker and her heart beat wilder. 
“Yes, Marion, lay aside your scruples for 
this once, 
L. G. MORRIS’ AUCTION SALE, 
OF FIRST CLASS IMPROVED BREEDS OF 
DOMESTIC ANIMALS. 
To lake place at Mount Fortlham, N. Y., on the Zith and 
25 th days of June , 1856. 
The Seventh Annual Catalogue, (illustrated with celebrated 
and prize animals,) fully descriptive of each lot to be sold, as 
to ages, pedigrees, Ac., Ac., will be ready for delivery on or 
about the 25th of May, and will then be forwarded to all my 
nresent Stock correspondents and as many others as may desire 
jt. [332w6] L. G. MORRIS. 
Mount Fordham, Westchester Co., N. Y., May 15. 
said the Judge, in a low tone, going 
towards his daughter, “ the company expect it. 
Do not so seriously infringe upon the rules of 
etiquette ; in your own home act as you please, 
but in mine, for this once, please me." 
Every eye was turned, towards the bridal 
pair. Marion’s principles were well known.— 
Henry had been a convivialist, but of late his 
friends noticed the change in his manners, the 
difference in his habits —and to-night they 
watched to see, as they sneeringly said, if he 
was tied down to a woman’s opinion so soon. 
Pouring a brimming beaker, they held it 
with tempting smiles toward Marion. She was 
very pale, though more composed, and her hand 
shook not, as smiling back, she gracefully ac¬ 
cepted the crystal tempter, and raised it to her 
lips. But scarcely had she done so, when every 
hand was arrested by her piercing exclamation 
of “oh 1 how terrible !” 
« What is it ? ” cried one and all, thronging 
together, for she had slowly carried the glass at 
length, and was fixedly regarding it as 
FIELD, GARDEN, AND FLOWER SEEDS, 
At No. 85 State Street, Rochester, N. Y. 
TnE subscribers would not be so reckless as to assert that 
theirs is the “ largest Importing House in the country,” if New 
York, Boston and Philadelphia are included within the limits, 
but they beg leave to insinuate that since they commenced 
business they have imported more seeds from England and 
France than any other firm in this city, and have had “ an oth¬ 
er seeds in the same proportion;” but thanks to their mauy 
customers, they did not have, on the 18th inst., “in store” and 
“ offer to trade,” 10 tons of imported seeds, and all other seeds 
in the same proportion ; but please bear in mind that they 
have enough in store, Fresli and Genuine, to meet all reasona¬ 
ble demands, and at honest prices. 
We publish no “whoppers” to catch “gulls,” and it follows 
that we will not humbug our customers. 
Ten tons I and all other seeds in the same proportion ! Take 
care, brother, wo fear your professions will not keep you out 
ot the warm place the good *|°f HR0THER , 
April 29, 1856. [331] 85 Statc-st., Rochester, N. Y. 
800 BUSHELS Field, and good assortment Garden Peas, 
for sale bv BRIGGS A BRO., 
331 7 _ 85 State St,, Rochester, N. Y, 
UNION AGRICULTURAL WAREHOUSE AND 
SEED STORE. 
No. 23 Fulton Street, (near Fulton Market,) New York. 
The undersigned, having succeeded to the business for the 
manufacture and sale of Agricultural Implements and Ma¬ 
chinery, heretofore conducted by Messrs. Ralph A Co., at No. 
23 Fulton street, intends to continue the same in all its branch- 
es, and is prepared to furnish goods of the best style and qual- 
ity, at low prices. Machinery or any articles in tile line manu¬ 
factured to order, according to pattern, at short notice. 
His facilities for manufacturing enable him to offer to Dealers 
and Farmers’ the following leading articles at low figures : 
Never Deceive Yolr Children. —The most 
essential point in our intercourse with children 
is to be perfectly true ourselves. Every other 
interest ought to he sacrificed to that of truth. 
When we in any way deceive a child, we not 
only show him a pernicious example, but lose 
our own influence over him forever. Parents 
cannot he too guarded in this respect. 
Mrs. Jones has quite a habit of cultivating 
sudden friendships, which have every appear¬ 
ance of blooming forever, but which soon wither 
in the world’s cold blasts. I used to think this 
characteristic was confined to school girls, who 
profess immortal fidelity in letters crossed and 
re-crossed, but forget each other as soon as they 
have caught a lover. 
My wife’s last acquisition, in the way of a 
bosom friend, is Mrs. Mortimer Mowbray, with 
whom 6he became acquainted last summer) 
while we were on a visit out of town. Mrs. 
Mortimer Mowbray had her carriage with her, 
and created quite a sensation ; in fact, every 
lady in the house was eager to become her con¬ 
fidant ; but the amiable deportment of Mrs. 
Jones, combined, I doubt not, with her intel¬ 
lectual accomplishments, rendered her the fa¬ 
vorite ; and she it was who daily occupied the 
spare seat in the carriage, and had the honor of 
advising Mrs. Mortimer Mowbray in those 
thousand grave perplexities under which women 
suffer. 
We returned to the city after the Mowbrays ; 
but my wife, though usually very firm on ques¬ 
tions of etiquette, waived her privileges on this 
occasion and made the first call. She was gra¬ 
ciously received, and came home in fine spirits. 
All that evening she could do nothing but talk 
of Mrs. Mortimer Mowbray. “ Such an elegant 
establishment,” she said. “A footman, with 
manners like a prince, waited at the door.— 
The drawing-room was the perfection of luxury 
and taste. Mrs. Mowbray had on such a sweet 
cap, and altogether looked so lady-like. Her 
manners were, indeed, most aristocratic, just 
what one would suppose those of a countess to 
arm s 
though it were some hideous object. 
“ Wait,” she answered, while an inspired light 
shone from her dark eyes, “ wait, and I will tell 
you. I see,” she added, slowly, pointing one 
jewelled finger at the sparkling liquid, “ a sight 
that beggars all description, and yet listen—I 
will paint it for you if I can. It is a lonely 
spot; tall mountains crowned witb verdure rise 
in awful sublimity arouild ; a river runs through 
and bright flowers grow to the water’s edge.— 
There is a thick warm mist, that the sun seeks 
vainly to pierce*. Trees, lofty and beautiful, 
wave to the airy motion of the birds ; but there 
—a group of Indians gather ; they flit to and 
fro with something like sorrow upon their dark 
brow r s ; and in their midst lies a manly form 
—but his dark cheek bow deathly, his eyes wild 
with the fitful fire of fever. One friend stands 
beside him—nay, I should say kneels—for see, 
he is pillowing that poor head upen his breast. 
“ Genius in ruins—oh ! the high, holy looking 
brow, w'hy should death mark it, and he so 
young. Look how he throws back the damp 
curls ! see him clasp his hands ! hear his thrill¬ 
ing shfieks for life 1 mark how he clutches at 
the form of his companion, imploring to be 
saved. Oh 1 hear him call piteously his father’s 
name—see him twine his fingers together as he 
shrieks for his sister—his only sister—the twin 
of his soul—weeping for him in his distant na¬ 
tive land. 
“ See !” she exclaimed, w’hile the bridal party 
shrank back, the untasted wine trembling in 
their grasp, and the Judge fell, overpowered 
upon his seat—“ see, his arms are lifted to 
heaven—he prays, how wildly, for mercy ! but 
fever rushes through his veins. The friend be¬ 
side him is weeping ; awe-stricken, the dark 
ILLUSTRATED REBUS, 
[gjp” Answer in two weeks. 
For the Rural New-Yorker. 
ENIGMA FOR THE TIMES. 
_ _ _ag leauiug aruciea in utuica . 
HAND AND POWER CORN SHELLERS. 
FAN MILLS. 
BLOWS, HARROWS, CULTIVATORS. 
REVOLVING HAY RAKES. . 
SERING-TOOTH HAY RAKES, (the best Rake in use.) 
CAST IRON CORN MILLS FOR HAND OR BOWER. 
ROAD SCRABERS, WHEEL BARROWS. 
FIELD AND GARDEN ROLLERS. 
CORN AND COTTON BLANTERS. 
ROST OR GROUND AUGURS. 
HAY, STRAW AND STALK CUTTERS. 
WAGGONS AND CARTS, 
VEGETABLE OR ROOT CUTTERS. 
SAUSAGE CUTTERS AND STUFFERS 
In connection with extensive farming operations I have for some 
years past given much attention to the raising of Thorough-bred 
Short-horn, North Devon, and Ayrshire Cattle and other fine 
stock, and now offer the advantage of my knowledge and expe¬ 
rience to persons desiring to purchase._ T 
325w5-eow-m-j. ALFRED M. TREDV ELL. 
I am composed of thirty letters. 
My 1, 2, 9, 28 is the name of a man who would 
fetter the freedom of the press. 
My 9, 20, 2, 13, 14, 24, 17, 1, 29, 23, 5, 21, G is 
the name of a State just now r exciting great 
indignation at the North. 
My 22,18, 24, 14, 8, 9, 29, 7 is the name of a 
person conspicuous in recent political and 
civil commotions. 
My 9, 2, 10,16,15, 1 is a man in whose person 
the most sacred rights of an American citizen 
has been assailed by one whose proper title 
is represented by— 
My 1,2, 4, 3, 27, 25, 16. 
My 14, 11, 30,15 is the name of a distinguished 
United States Senator. 
My 26, 2, 21, 19, 9,14,10,15,7,12 is sure sooner 
or later to overtake the man who commits a 
crime. 
My whole is a state of things which excites 
the liveliest apprehensions and indignation of 
every honorable citizen. 
Answer next week. 
ventured to ask. “ It seems to me that Mrs. 
Mowbray should send you a note or message, 
or something of that sort, at least, to apologise 
for her absence.” 
Mrs. Jones did not reply in words, but she 
gave me a look, and such a look ! It expressed 
all the indignation which her enraged bosom 
felt at having the slightest suspicion cast upon 
her friend. 
When I came home to dinner that day, I saw 
at a glance that something had occurred to ruffle 
my wife’s nerves. She had nothing whatever 
to say to me, but she scolded the servants and 
children incessantly. I was too wise to inquire 
w T hat was wrong. I knew that Mrs. Jones, if 
she thought proper, would tell me ; and if not, 
that idle questions would only aggravate her 
secret troubles. But tbe next day, having heard 
something that enlightened me respecting Mrs. 
Mowbray’s absence from our party, I could not 
contain myself when I came home. 
“ Did you ever hear my love,” I said, as I 
began to carve the turkey at dinner, “ that the 
Misses Howell had a married sister ?” 
Mrs. Jones looked sharply up, as it she sus¬ 
pected I meant more than I said, and then an¬ 
swered laconically. “ I heard it casually, but 
never asked further.” 
« It seems,” I continued, “ that Mrs. Moritmer 
Mowbray is that sister.” 
“ I have heard since,” said Mrs. Jones, sharp¬ 
ly ; and turning to our second child -who was 
asking lor a wing-hone, she rapped him over 
the head, exclaiming tartly, “Haven’t I told 
you to -wait till you’re helped ? Take that 
now, and learn manners.” 
I allowed a minute and more to elapse, in or¬ 
der that my wife’s ebullition might subside, 
when I remarked, “ Mrs. Mowbray, it seems, 
expected to meet her sister here.” 
“ I shouldn’t wonder if she did,” said Mrs. 
Jones snappishly, looking down into her plate 
and apparently absorbed in parting a wing- 
joint. 
“When she found,” I continued, “that her 
sisters were not asked, she grew indignant,— 
Your friend 
In a few days Mrs. Mortimer Mowbray re¬ 
turned my wife’s call; she came in a splendid 
new carriage, and with a new pair of horses.— 
Her equipage created quite a sensation in our 
street. Mrs. Jones, soon after this, began to 
act as if brooding over some vast design, which 
not being yet quite matured, she deemed it 
wisest to be silent respecting. At last,howev¬ 
er, the mighty secret was broached. 
“I was thinking, Jones,” she said one night, 
as I was composing myself to sleep on my pil¬ 
low, “that we ought to give a party. Not a 
regular ball, indeed, but a select entertainment, 
where a few congenial minds may be brought 
together. I should like to introduce my dear 
Mrs. Mowbray to some of the choicest of our 
acquaintances.” 
Now I detest parties, small or large, but as 
the delicacy of my wife’s nerves does notallow 
of her being thwarted, I made no objection to 
this proposal, though I sighed to myself. “ Of 
course, my dear,” I said. “ You know best.” 
« We’ll ask about thirty,” continued my wife, 
warming with the subject. “ There’s Mrs. 
Wharton, aud Mrs. Horace Shinn, and Mrs. 
Price, and the three Misses Trelawney ;” and 
thus the dear creature ran on, until she had 
mentioned about forty names, and I saw that 
her “ select party of congenial souls” was go¬ 
ing to be, after all, a crowded rout. 
“You have forgotten the two Misses Howell,” 
I said at last, when my wife stopped for want 
of breath. 
The two Misses Howell were amiable, intel¬ 
ligent, and pretty girls, in whom I took a par¬ 
ticular interest, because their father, who had 
once been an extensive shipping merchant, hav¬ 
ing become reduced and died bankrupt, the 
sisters were compelled to earn their own liveli¬ 
hood. They had numerous rich relations on 
whom they might have billeted themselves; 
but, with a spirit of proper independence, they 
preferred to w T ork for their maintenance, instead 
of eating the bread of charity. I had long 
nourished a romantic idea of seeing them mar¬ 
ried well, and had consequently made it a point 
always to invite them to our parties, to praise 
them highly to the young gentlemen there, 
and, in every other indirect way, to assist in 
realizing my pet scheme. My wife heretofore 
had seconded me in my benevolent plan , but 
on the present occasion, she hesitated to reply ; 
and I knew at once that there was something 
the matter. 
“Ahem!” she said at last, clearing her 
ATKINS’ AUTOMATON: 
OB, 
Self-Raking Reaper and Mower, 
BEST MACHINE IN tiSE. 
1 (tlie II rat) used In 1852._ 
40 lined successfully In 1858. 
800 III twenty different States In 1854. 
1200 In nil parts of the Union In 1855. 
8000 building for the hnrvest ot 1856. 
There are six good reasons for this unparalleled increase 
iid great popularity 1st. It is strong and reliable, and easily 
lanaged. 2d. It saves the hard labor of Baking. 3d. It saves 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker 
MATHEMATICAL PROBLEM. 
There is a square field the measure of whose 
side, in rods, is equal to one-half of the number 
of square acres it contains. What is the surface 
of the field ? 
West Sparta, May, 1856. I. B. B. 
jglp Answer next week. 
it is well secured in the sheaf, and does not drop in the after 
handling, and the heads are not exposed in the stack, so that 
the grain saving even exceeds the labor, saving. 5th. It is a 
good Mower, being one of the best convertible machines in use. 
6th. It has a knife that does not choke. 
Its other excellencies, to numerous to mention here, are fair¬ 
ly given in the circulars. Its intrinsic worth is also attested by 
the award (mostly in only 3 years) of 
OVER 70 FIRST PREMIUMS I 
Brice.—Reaper and Mower, $200,—$75 on its receipt, $75 
firbt September, and $50 first December. Brice of Sklf-Raking 
Reaper only $175. Considerable saving in freight to those at 
a distance who order prior to 1st March ; also liberal discount 
for advance payment. 
To secure a Machine, order immediately. Though so litre 
known the past season, and none ready for delivery till 1st May, 
yet not two-thirds the customers could he supplied. The repu¬ 
tation of the Machine is now widely established, so that three 
thousand will not as nearly supply the demand as twelve hun¬ 
dred did last year, and we shall also be selling 4 months earlier. 
g Order early, if you would not be disappointed. 
Ra.mphi.ets giving impartially the OBINIONS OF FAR¬ 
MERS, together with orders, notes, Ac., mailed to applicants, 
aU ^~ Write to us at CniCAGO, (Ill.,) Dayton, (Ohio,") or Bal- 
ti „ore, (Md.,) which everis nearest to you^^ & ^ 
“ Brairie Farmer” Works, Chicago, Dec. 1st, 1855. 
1^-J. D. STAFFORD, of Brockport, N. Y., is the General 
Agent for the above Machine in New York, to whom all letters 
relative to sales, Ac., in this State should be addressed. Trav¬ 
eling and Local Agents wanted. Address Mr. Stafford. 
E D. nALLOCK, Agent, No. 2 Agricultural Buildings, 
108 Buffalo st., Rochester, N. Y„ where Machines can be seen 
and purchased, and extrns obtained at all times. 
Gently Check a Child. —A child^when asked 
why a certain tree grew crooked, replied, 
“ Somebody trod upon it, I suppose, when it 
was little.” 
He who checks a child with terror. 
Stops its play and stills its song, 
Not alone commits an error. 
But a grievous moral wrong. 
Give it play and never fear it, 
Active life is no defect; 
Never, never, break its spirit, 
Curb it—only to direct. 
Would you stop the flowing river. 
Thinking it would cease to flow ; 
Onward must it flow forever— 
Better teach it where to go. 
MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER, 
THE LEADING WEEKLY 
AGRICULTURAL, LITERARY AND FAMILY JOURNAL, 
IS PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY 
BY I>. D. T. 5IOOI1E, KOCHESTEK, N. Y. 
voice to bless and sootbe him. His head sinks 
back ! one convulsive shudder! he is dead !” 
A groan ran through the assembly, so vivid 
was her description, so unearthly her look, so 
inspired her manner, that what she described 
seemed actually to have taken place then and 
there. They noticed also that the bridegroom 
hid bis face in bis bands and was weeping. 
« Dead !” she repeated again, her lips quivt .- 
ing faster, and her voice moreand more Pro!; n ; 
“and there they scoop him a grave, ? . ! re, 
without a shroud, they lay him dov, r it 
damp, reeking earth. The only son of a pr>ud 
father, the only idolized brother <4 a fond sis¬ 
ter. And he sleeps to-day in that distant 
country, with no stone to mark t' e spot. T ere 
he lies—my father’s son—my own tvinbi her! 
—a victim to this deadly p Ison, Father,; she 
exclaimed, turning suddenly, vlii! the tears 
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She heard the reason it seems. 
Mrs. Wharton, whom you had made a confi¬ 
dant, told some lady, who told her, and hence 
her anger.” 
“ I am sure I don’t care if ever I see the 
proud thing again,” said my w r ife, reddening 
much, but still without looking up. “ One could 
not have supposed that she was a sister to the 
Misses Howell.” 
After another pause, I said, “ Did you call on 
Mrs. Mowbray as you intended ?” 
Mrs. Jones was silent for a full minute, and 
seemed half-disposed to decline answering al- 
Answer to Illustrated Rebus in No. 333:— 
“ Gray’s Elegy on a Country Church-Yard.” 
Answer to Mathematical Problem in No. 334: 
The length of the staff, 60 ft.; in the air, 40 ft. 
in the mud, 5 ft.; in the water, 15 ft. 
Answer to Botanical Enigma in No. 334 
Knowledge is power. 
