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MOORED RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND 1 AMII S NEWSPAPER. 
JUNE 21. 
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WE WATCHED HER BREATHING. 
BT THOMAS HOOD. 
“ She sleeps ; 
Her smile hath passed away, 
As dies the ripple on the sea.” 
We watched her breathing through the night, 
Her breathing soft and low. 
As on her breast the wave of life 
Kept heaving to and fro. 
So silently we seemed to speak, 
So slowly moved about, 
As we had lent her half our powers, 
To eke her being out. 
Our very hopes belied our fears, 
Our fears our hopes belied ; 
We thought her dying when she slept, 
And sleeping when ishe died : 
For when the morn came, dim and sad, 
And chill with early showers, 
Her quiet eyelids closed—she had 
Another morn than ours. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
THERE’S SOMETHING WANTING. 
[Concluded from last week.] 
Jenny Lee soon learned dearly to love the 
sad, reserved man, that spoke so kindly to her, 
and with quivering lip called her “wife.” She 
knew not that the word so solemnly uttered; 
sent the blood in a tumultuous torrent to his 
heart! She knew not of the dull, heavy ache 
that remained, as the crimson current was forced 
back through the veins that swelled with the 
surging tide ! She knew not of the bright, 
dancing eyes, and the long flowing locks which 
he saw in imagination, as he uttered that little 
word, "wife but he schooled himself for the 
task, and Jenny never longed for love and af¬ 
fection after he brought her to his home. Ar¬ 
dently she returned his love, yes, more than re¬ 
turned it; for her love was unblighted by sor¬ 
row, was the first outpouring of her woman’s 
heart. If that father co^ld have looked into 
the subdued, mourning heart of his boy—of the 
“wee Willie” his Mary left to him, he would 
have knelt before the young wife and pleaded 
for the suffering child—would have begged her 
to bestow the caresses she gave to him, upon his 
drooping, fading flower. 
But to a careless, or even a fault-finding ob¬ 
server, Willie did not seem a neglected child. 
His clothes were ever neat and clean, his hands 
and face were scrupulously free from dirt, and 
his hair nicely brushed. What if the long 
curls, that had ever before hung over his little 
white shoulders, had been closely clipped and 
fed to the glowing coals ? What if Ins little 
neck and arms were now closely covered Avith 
his new aprons ?—he was now five years old, 
and must no longer wear baby dresses. What 
if he never joined in the noisy gambols of the 
village children ?—their sports were rude, and 
they ever returned from them with blackened 
faces and soiled garments; he was better off at 
home. Old and faithful servants watched care 
fully lest harsh words from their “new mis¬ 
tress” should be spoken to their “master’s boy;” 
but they watched in vain, for Mrs. Montgomery 
ever addressed him in the same mild tone. She 
narrowly observed his every act, and then gent¬ 
ly suggested to him the improvement she ex¬ 
pected him to make. Mutely the child obeyed 
her slightest wish, for she had taught him that 
he must. But no mother's soul ever beamed 
from her eyes and rested in loving glances upon 
her son; no warm, impetuous caresses were 
ever bestowed, prompted by the overflowing 
affections of a mother's heart. She thought she 
performed her duty ; but she knew not of the 
lovely plant that was flourishing in the heart of 
her boy, before a cold, rigid course of discipline 
held sway over every outward move ; she knew 
not that she had stopped its growth—that she 
had torn and mutilated the branches of the 
tree of love and tenderness, which was spring¬ 
ing there, until nothing remained but the trunk; 
and that remained because it was a part of his 
life ; when that died then he must die. 
The summer dragged on with laggard pace, 
but, during all its sultry heat, Willie never sat 
listless and idle upon his hard bench at school. 
His eager, grasping mind hastily devoured his 
primer books, and passed to common reading. 
The teacher praised her bright, active pupil, 
and his little heart fluttered with delight.— 
Once Avhen these commendations had been be¬ 
stowed with more than usual warmth, Willie 
returned home with the old spirit'of happiness 
dancing in his eyes. His father’s arms were 
open as usual to receive him, and bounding in 
his lap with animation, he repeated the words 
of praise that had imparted to him this eleva¬ 
tion of spirit, which had made him forget for 
the moment his mother’s injunction “not to 
rush wildly into the house, but to walk in like a 
civilized child.” Mr. Montgomery’s eyes beam¬ 
ed with gratified affection, and he was about to 
express his pleasure, when Mrs. Montgomery 
remarked to her now happy boy that he “should 
always let another praise him and not his own 
lips,”’and finished by asking, “ if he was not 
getting to be most too large to sit in his father’s 
lap ?” 
The little fellow slid timidly down, but not 
before his father observed that the look of inno- 
cent joy had faded from his face, and that it 
wore the shade of touching sorrow now becom¬ 
ing habitual. Willie sought a secluded garden 
corner to weep off the grief his little heart could 
not hold, while Mr. Montgomery sat with down¬ 
cast eye, wondering at the change that for the 
last few months had come over his too fondly 
loved son. He had watched with almost jeal¬ 
ous eye his wife’s treatment of the boy, but he 
could not put his finger upon a wrong she had 
ever done him. She never spoke harshly; 
never complained of the trouble of watching over 
i him, and guarded him with all a mother’s care 
J from colds, croups, and all the innumerable ills 
! to which childhood is subject. In fine, she was 
i to him a kind, gentle mother; but Mr. Mont- 
1 gomery felt there was something wanting, and 
with a perplexed countenance, he asked himself 
| what it was. His loving father heart almost 
framed the true answer, and he felt half inclined 
to talk with Jenny upon the propriety of pet¬ 
ting Willie more ; but he found he could hard¬ 
ly tell himself what it was he would ask of the 
mother of his child; and, with a long drawn 
sigh, he left the house. Seeking his son, he 
challenged the sober, drooping form to a game 
of romps. Willie at first thought he was too 
“large to play,” and the immoderate laugh with 
which Mr. Montgomery received this sage re¬ 
mark, sent a burning blush to his tear-stained 
face. But Willie soon laughed too, for “papa” 
was irresistible; and the great tall elms and 
maples shook their green leaves with glee, as 
the father and son chased each other under .their 
thick shade; and the tiny forest birds sung 
their liveliest songs, and even then could hard¬ 
ly keep time with the fast beating of the happy 
hearts that sent from out the garden walls in 
bursts of merry laughter, the indications of 
their joy. The tea-bell rang, and, looking up, 
Mr. Montgomery saw his young wife standing 
in the door, gazing on the gambols of their boy, j 
while her eyes beamed with undisguised affec¬ 
tion. The already repentant man severely 
blamed himself for the wrong he in thought had 
done her a little while before ; and.as he stood 
upon the threshhold and pressed his lips to hers 
in gratitude, he knew not that it was upon him¬ 
self her gaze of love and admiration had been 
bent—that it was not love for his innocent boy, 
but for himself that made her eyes glisten with 
deep feeling. But the deception lifted a load 
of grief from off his heart, and he resolved nev¬ 
er to distrust his Jenny again. 
A year passed slowly by, and, to a stranger’s 
eye, Willie had certainly improved under the 
watchful care of his mother. He was what she 
had endeavored to make him, a man, and no 
longer a boy. Daily he walked with measured 
step to the school-room, and at night, as the last 
bell told the weary, confined children they 
were free, Willie marched toward his father’s 
dwelling. His voice was not heard in the glad 
shout that ascended high in air, as the happy 
throng reached the outer door. Ho laughing, 
fun-loving urchin ever lured him away, after 
the labors of the day were over, to the old green 
woods, to listen to the sound of the gushing 
waterfall, and seek the smooth blue eggs that 
were hid in the mocking-bird’s nest. No! 
Willie loved the woods where the trees grew 
so tall, and the birds poured forth such bursts 
of rich, soul-melting melody; he loved the 
open air and the bright sunshine, and he longed 
to ramble at will over the green fields and 
gather the tiny flowers that crouched low in the 
tall grass. He remembered long ago, when in 
the pleasant summer days “old nurse” tied on 
ADVERTISEMENTS. 
HONE DUST.— Pure Ground Bones at $3 per bbl., or $2 
per cwt. E. D. HALLOCK, 
335'v4_No. 2 Ag’l Buildings, 108 Buffalo St., Rochester. 
l OR SAUK AT GENEVA, N. Y.— A brick house, 26 
acres of land with barns, Ac., in a beautiful situation, quarter 
of a mile west of the College, commanding a fine view of Sene¬ 
ca Lake and the surrounding country. WM. AVRIGHT. 
A MICHIGAN FARM FOR SATE 
Of 180 acres in the town of Sylvan, Washtenaw Co., 6 miles 
from Chelsea, 4 from Franciscoville on M. C. R. R., and 
south of Sylvan Village. Nearly 100 acres improved, 80 of tim¬ 
ber, good barn and sheds, log house, bearing Apple and Peach 
Orchards, 40 of meadow, 11 of wheat, and 6 of com. Farm 
well watered, I will put in all my crops, 1 span of horses, wag¬ 
on and harness. 2 young cows, 4 young cattle, 4 hogs, and 20 
cords of wood, for the very low price of $20 per acre. Cash 
down, except an incumbrance of $790 in small payments and 
good time, or I will exchange for a small improved farm con¬ 
taining from 25 to 60 acres near Geneva, Rochester, or Canan¬ 
daigua, in New York. For particulars, address the subscriber 
on the premises. DANIEL HIGBIE. 
Sylvan, June 5, 1856. 336w2 
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More than four thousand of these convenient and durable 
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Several Gold and Silver Medals have been awarded to us by 
the various Agricultural Societies throughout the country, for 
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and we have certificates without number from officers of city 
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private individuals, who have our scales in use, testifying to 
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To be in season for the coming hay crop, orders must be 
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336w4 _No. 186 Broadway, New A'ork. 
WHAT WE ARE FAST COMING TO. 
bis crumpled hat, and sent him out to get the 
“pale from off his cheeks.” He knew not that 
the faithful creature followed him at a distance, 
and his boy spirit swelled with innocent pride, 
when he thought he was out in the great big 
world, that God had made, all alone. Willie 
remembered how free, and wild, and happy, he 
had been there, and the remembrance sent the 
blood in a tingling sensation to his cheeks.— 
But he remembered, too, that his “mama” 
thought it was not best for little boys to wander 
“idly around ’’—they were apt to get into mis¬ 
chief, and with longing glances toward the hills 
and meadows stretching far away, he would 
hasten on ; and half-past four invariably found 
him at home. He did not. come into the house 
with that unfettered, elastic bound, and the 
gleeful words that a year and a half ago were 
characteristic of Willie Montgomery. He nev¬ 
er now made a seat of his broad-brimmed leg¬ 
horn, and laughed with unsuppressed mischief 
at its odd shape; never sent his tasseled cap 
flying across the room, while he sprung that his 
head might touch the ceiling by the aid of his 
father’s arms. No, he was more of a man now. 
He came in with a quiet, subdued air, hung his 
prim, uninjured -hat upon its nail, and seated 
himself to read,unless “mama” had something 
for him to do. The mother had a ready scholar, 
and she had moulded him to her will. 
Strangers spoke in flattering terms to Mr. 
Montgomery of his incomparable son, admired 
his gentlemanly deportment, and praised his 
strength of mind and the advancement he had 
made in knowledge. The proud father was 
gratified, but, as his eyes sought his child, he 
felt that he would give all the wealth of his 
well-filled coffers to know that his sensitive 
boy was happy—that his heart beat light with 
love, as every child-heart should. He had lit¬ 
tle time, amid the busy whirl of life, to devote 
to the little heart that would long since have 
ceased to beat, had it not fed upon a father’s 
deep, undying love. 
Mr. Montgomery felt that he had no right to 
indulge in fears concerning the management of 
his child, for everywhere he -went he heard his 
J enny blessed for the care she took of the moth¬ 
erless boy. The near neighbors and those that 
had the best opportunity of knowing, thought 
that “ step-mothers would be a blessing to the 
world if they were all like Jenny Montgomery.” 
Willie’s teacher weekly poured into Mr. Mont¬ 
gomery’s ear marvelous stories of his little boy’s 
advancement, and the father’s eyes burned 
bright with pride as he gave the repeated 
charge not “ to urge the boy, for he was not 
1. iew of a member of Congress, in the year 1857, attending to the business of bis constituents, 
ancLsurrounded with the necessary implements of his official position. 
Note. Extract from the Rules of the Senate in 1857 “ Every member of this body, in addi¬ 
tion to a pocket-knife, pens, ink and paper, and a cart-load of books, shall hereafter be supplied 
by the Clerk with the following necessary articles Two bowie-knives, one Sharp’s rifle, one 
heavy gutta-percha club, one Colt’s revolver, one sword and one brass field-piece. Any other 
articles of a warlike character desired by the members, must be purchased at their own expense.” 
strong.” Deep discerning minds, and those 
that had studied well the human heart, shook 
their heads when remarks were made in their 
presence upon the manly boy ; and when they 
gazed upon the tiny proportions of the body, 
the trembling, eager, outstretching of the little 
arms, as a new bdok was held before the 
mournful eyes by “ papa,” in their hearts they 
would say, “foo much of a man." 
Oh ! could that angel-mother, who had pour¬ 
ed forth so many heart-sighs because she must 
leave to the guidance of a stranger’s hand her 
little boy, that heaven had given her—could 
she have gazed from her home in heaven upon 
him now, would she think him so lovely in his 
broken spirit ?—would she not beg that the 
child heart might be his, while he was still a 
child ? that he might not become old and sub¬ 
dued in spirit, while God granted to him but a 
baby frame ? Oh ! would she not ask that the 
brightest part of his existence might not be ta¬ 
ken from him ?—that he might sing with the 
birds, play with .the butterflies and breezes, 
and give full vent to all the love his little heart 
could hold ? 
Had the child over whom Jenny Montgomery 
was called to exert a mother’s influence, pos¬ 
sessed a strong, unbending will, a surplus of 
evil propensities, with a mind that did not so 
thirst for love, that was not so morbidly sensi¬ 
tive to the least indifferent act, her mild, firm, 
but to an ardent, loving nature, cold course of 
discipline, would have been a blessing. Her 
watchfulness would, as time passed by, have 
outrooted the seeds of natural depravity and 
sin, while her firmness and good sense would 
have subdued, the rising passions of the boy, 
and in after years he would have called down 
rich blessings on her head. But, like too many 
others, she thought not of studying the disposi¬ 
tion of her little son, and consequently adopted 
the same rigid line of control to educate, ex¬ 
pand and elevate a child that had inherited 
from a sainted mother her every gentle loving 
quality, that she would have used to subdue a 
heart possessed by nature of evil, sin and wrong. 
The second summer that Mrs. Montgomery 
called herself mother to her husband’s child was 
unusually warm and oppressive. July, with its 
hot, burning days, had passed, and August took 
its place. For weeks no refreshing shower had 
moistened the thirsty fields. The grass crushed 
and snapped as the foot rested upon it, for it 
was scorched and blackened by the sun’s heat. 
The teacher left the scene of her daily labors at 
night, with slow, weary step, and large drops of 
sweat rolled from the smutty, heated faces of 
the little tired scholars. Mr. Montgomery had 
once or twice expressed his fears for Willie’s 
health, for the child looked worn out and droop¬ 
ing ; but as the mother thought it was a pity to 
take him from school, he did not urge the mat¬ 
ter. With careful consideration he charged his 
son, however, as he patted the still curly head, 
not to study too hard, but to be lazy like other 
boys. ******* 
[Continued on page 200, this No.] 
Beautiful Figure.— We take the following 
fine passage from a discourse on “The Reli¬ 
gious Aspect of the Sea,” by the Rev. E. H 
Chapin. Alluding to the number of missing 
vessels that started on their voyage, and should 
have been in harbor long ago, the eloquent 
preacher asks Where are they ? Do they 
still float, shattered and beaten from ‘ their de¬ 
sired haven ?’ Or are they anchored in some 
calm and sunny port ? Or are they enclosed in 
icy walls, that shall thicken around them and 
build above them with wondrous architecture, 
whitening in the snow-storm and flashing in 
the sun, a magnificent sarcophagus, that shall 
wander with them from latitude to latitude, and 
open its crystal floor at last to let them drop, 
amid pearls, and coral, and rainbow tapestry, in 
some chamber of the deep ?” 
it anti luraar. 
POETRY SOBERED DOWN. 
I m thinking of the time, Kate, when sitting 
by thy side, and shelling beans I gazed on thee 
and felt a wondrous pride. In silence leaned 
we o’er the pan, and neither spoke a word, but, 
the rattling of the beans, Kate, was all the 
sound we heard. The auburn curls hung down, 
Kate, and kissed thy lily cheek ; thy azure eyes, 
half filled with tears, bespoke a spirit meek.— 
To be so charmed as I was then, ne’er before 
occurred, when the rattling of the beans, Kate, 
was all the sound I heard. I thought it was 
not wrong, Kate, so leaning o’er the dish, as 
you snatched up a lot of beans, I snatched a 
nectared kiss. And a sudden shower made my 
eyes blind, I neither saw nor stirred, but the 
rattling of the beans, Kate, was all the sound I 
heard. 
L. G. MORRIS’ AUCTION SALE. 
OF FIRST CLASS IMPROVED BREEDS OF 
DOMESTIC ANIMALS. 
To take place at Mount Fordham, N. Y., on the 24 th and 
2oth 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, <tc., &c., will be ready for delivery on or 
about the 25th of May, and will then be forwarded to all jny 
present Stock correspondents and as many others as may desire 
it- [332w6] L. G. MORRIS. 
Mount Fordham, Westchester Co., N. Y., May 15. 
KETCHUM’S MOWER WITH REAPER 
Attachment, Warranted capable of Cutting from ten to 
fifteen acres of Grain or Grass per day. 
Odr new and improved guard, a two foot wheel at the outer 
end of the platform in Reaping, and the arrangement of a 
wheel for the purpose of moving the machine irom lot to lot, 
with various other improvements, makes Ketchum’s Machine 
all a farmer can desire to cut his grain or grass in the most 
perfect manner. .Orders can now be filled on a moment’s notice. 
Brice ot Mowers $110—Reaper attachment $20 extra. 
330wl3 HOWARD & CO., Buffalo, N. Y. 
Office, Chicago St., near N. Y. Central and City R. R. Depot. 
Too Bad, Really.— The rose of Florida, the 
most beautiful of flowers, emit» no 
the bird of Paradise, the most beautiful of birds 
gives do song; the cypress of Greece, the finest 
of trees, yields no fruit; dandies, the shiniest 
of men, have no sense; and ball-room belles, 
the loveliest of created creatures, are very often 
ditto—and a little more so ! 
Emery has just invented a new kind of drill. 
It is adapted to military purposes. By means 
of cog wheels and steel springs, eight compa¬ 
nies of militia can be drilled in twenty-three 
minutes. M ho says this is not a progressive 
age? 
It is said that a A ankee baby will crawl out 
of his cradle, take a survey of it, invent an im¬ 
provement, and apply for a patent before he is 
six months old. 
The Water-Cure Journal— devoted to Physiology, Hy¬ 
dropathy, and the Laws of Life and Health—with Engravings 
illustrating the Human System—A Guide to Health and Lon¬ 
gevity. Published monthly at $1 a year, by 
Fowler and Wells, 308 Broadway, New York. 
Good Health is our Great Want.— We can obtain it only 
by a knowledge of the Laws of Life and the Causes of Dis¬ 
ease. All subjects connected with Diet, Exercise, Bathing, 
Cleanliness, Ventilation, Dwellings, Clothing, Occupation, etc., 
are clearly presented in the Water-Cure Journal. Hydro¬ 
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Water-Cure is not equalled by any otherraode of treatment in 
those complaints peculiar to Women. Particular directions 
are given for tho treatment of ordinary cases at home, so that 
all may apply it. The Journal is designed for the “ People.” 
Believing Health to be tho basis of all happiness, we rely on 
the friends of good Health to place a copy of The Water- 
Cure Journal, in every family in the United States. Single 
Copy, $1 a year; Five Copies, $4; Ten Copies, $7. Now is the 
time_to subscribe. Please address FOWLER & WELLS, 
336w4 No. 308 Broadway, New York. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
ATKINS’ AUTOMATON: 
OR, 
Self-Raking Reaper and Mower, 
JJESJ- IUoiCHINE IN USE. 
I (the first) used in 1852. 
40 used successfully in 1853. 
800 in twenty different States In 1854. 
1200 In nil parts of the Union In 1855. 
8000 building for tho harvest of 185(5. 
TnERE are six good reasons for this unparalleled increase 
and great popularity :—1st. It is strong and reliable, and easily 
managed. 2d. It saves the hard labor of Raking. 3d. It saves 
at least another hand in binding. 4th. It saves shattering by the 
careful handling in raking; besides, tho straw being laid straight, 
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. 
6 th. 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 
OVEII 70 FIRST PREMIUMS! 
Price.—Reaper and Mower, $200,—$75 on its receipt, $75 
first September, and $50 first December. Price of Self-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 little 
known the past season, and none ready for delivery till 1st May, 
yet not two-thirds the customers could be 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. 
Order early, if you would not be disappointed. 
Pamphlets giving impartially the OPINIONS OF FAR¬ 
MERS, together with orders, notes, &c., mailed to applicants, 
and prepaid. 
Write to us at Chicago, (Ill.,) Dayton, (Ohio,) or Bal¬ 
timore, (Md.,) which ever is nearest to you. 
321-4m J. s. WRIGHT & CO. 
“ Prairie Farmer” Works, Chicago, Dec. 1st, 1855. 
I am composed of 37 letters. 
My 3, 8, 15, 21, 22, 32, 37 are all the same let¬ 
ter, and that is the initial of two organs of the 
body. 
My 2 and 12 are also the same, and the initial 
letter of my second word. 
In my whole the article A is found twice. 
My middle word is a verb of six letters. 
My last eleven letters form a name sometimes 
given to the face. 
My 19, 7, 37, 22, 4, 24, 29, 26 is what we all 
should endeavor to be. 
My 20, 3, 34, 5, 31 is very deceitful. 
My whole is an ancient proverb. 
Gorham, 1856. jf. P. J. 
jpgr* Answer next week. 
By taking revenge, a man is but even with 
his enemy, but in passing over an injury he be¬ 
comes his superior. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
MATHEMATICAL QUESTION. 
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. 
J 1 • D- HALLOCK, Agent, No. 2 Agricultural Buildings, 
108 Buffalo st., Rochester, N. Y., where Machines can he seen 
and purchased, and extras obtained at all times. 
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 and gentlemen’s garments is widely known. 
Crape Shawls dyed the most brilliant or grave colors; all 
kinds of Shawls, Curtains, <fcc., cleansed or re-dyed. 
Goods received and returned by express. 
BARRETT, NEPHEWS A CO., 
326wl 3 No. 3 John St., 2 doors from Broadway, N. Y. 
FOR SALE, 
A farm containing 142 acres, with good bnildings, brick 
nouse, horse stable, two good hay barns, etc., situated on the 
East Bank ot the Genesee liivcr, in West Brighton, about four 
miles from Rochester. 
Also, a House and Lot on Exchange street, known as the 
“Franklin House.” 
The above property if not sold soon will be rented. For par¬ 
ticulars apply to B. M. Baker, at his Livery Oflice, North Fitz- 
hugh street, Rochester. HIRAM WOOD, 
SOK f - # B. M. BAKER, 
o25-tf Administrators to Jos. Wood’s Estate 
A lad going to market with a certain number 
of cents in his pocket, had three toll-gates to 
pass through. At the first he paid one-half of 
his money and half of a cent more; at the sec¬ 
ond half of the remainder and half of a cent 
more; at the third half of what was left and 
half of a cent more, when he had nothing left. 
How many cents had he, and how many did he 
pay at each gate respectively ? 
Aurelius,N. Y., 1856. A.A. F. 
Answer next week. 
Answer to Algebraical Problem in No. 336 : 
From A to B is 36 miles; B to C 18 miles; C 
to D 6 miles. 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma in No. 336: 
x. y. z. 
Answer to Old Enigma in No. 336 :—Cares. 
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