MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL ANT) FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
SEPT. 27. e 
Kosttg. 
Written for the Rural New-Yorker. 
THJB “ CHARTER. OAK.” 
Suggested by Reading a Sketch of this celebrated tree 
in the Rural of Sept. 6. 
SAT, honored oak, if when our Savior bled, 
And suffered mortal pangs upon the cross, 
Thy lofty form had sprung from Nature’s bed, 
And stood in grandeur, silvered o’er with moss, 
What were thy thoughts to see the sun obscured, 
And total darkness in the day-time reign— 
Canst tell the fright and agony endured 
By Mother Earth, convulsed with guilt and pain 
Or hadst thou heard before the deafening shout 
Of Caesar’s daring and ambitious bands, 
When they had crossed the Rubicon, en route 
For that great mistress of the Eastern lands? 
Or did thy branches tremble with the jar 
Caused by that cruel earthquake’s mighty power, 
Which, whirling swift Destruction’s bloody car, 
Changed Pompeii to ruins in an hour ? 
Did ocean packets bring to thee a line, 
When from proud Mecca one Mahomet flod ? 
Didst have despatches from fair Palestine, 
Where Europe’s chivalry so freely bled ? 
Tell us, if at the sight of that small fleet, 
Which brought Columbus to your rugged shore, 
One thrill of pleasure caused your heart to beat, 
Viewing a race you ne’er had seen before ? 
When from the South were wafted en the gale 
The groans of thousands by Pizarro slain, 
Did not your every leaf with rage turn pale 
That foreign hordes should scourge that lovely plain? 
Whence sprung the red-man’s ardent love of thee 
Which never faltered for two thousand years ? 
What hadst thou done for him, or his, old tree, 
On human records nought as yet appears. 
What cause of enmity against King James ? 
Why in thy trunk didst keep that “ charter” hid 
Which he had rashly sentenced to the flames, 
And all its grants and guarantees forbid ? 
Did not thy blossoms feel a tinge of shame, 
As Blue Laws governed for a time your soil, 
When he who on the Sabbath kissed his dame 
Was doomed loDg years with felons vile to toil? 
Boast not o’er man that you have stood erect, 
While millions of his lineage passed away; 
Thour’t prostrate now, and we from thence reflect 
That to ev’rythiug of earth must come decay. 
Aye, perish, with no hope of future life ; 
But slowly mingle with unconscious sand, 
While man, from this dull scene of pain and strife, 
Is soon transferred to an immortal land. 
Though centuries to thee brought no decay, 
While countless generations filled the tomb, 
Us thou hast fallen, must forever lay ; 
Man rise again in Paradise to bloom. 
North Almond, Sept., 1856. A. H. B. 
THE ST. BOBLINK HOTEL. 
Tre following satirical sketch of a celebrated 
New York Hotel—the St. Nicholas—is the very 
best thing of the kind which we have seen for 
a long time—graphic, full of truth, and written 
in that peculiar style of humor for which its 
distinguished author, Mr. Wm. M. Thackeray, 
is so remarkable. The sketch originally ap¬ 
peared in “Dickens’ Household Words.” 
«There has been a rough day or two, and 
you have been sea-sick in a gentlemanly way, 
and you have touched at Halifax and Boston, 
and you enter at last, the incomparable Bay of 
New York. You seethe pilot-boats, the groves 
of masts, the sunny islands ; you are boarded 
by the newsboys; you hear all the shouting, 
smell all the cigar-smoke, pass the Custom 
House, and land. A ragged Irishman immedi¬ 
ately reminds you that Donnybrook Fair is 
immortal; fights a pitched battle with seven 
other Irishmen raggeder than himself, dances 
a jig on your luggage, and hustles you into a 
villianous cab, for which, at your journey’s 
end, he makes you pay very nearly-as much 
as suits his own sweet will; abusing you ter¬ 
rifically if you dispute his fare. Only take 
one cab in New York, and you will be per¬ 
fectly convinced of the existence of thorns in 
a rosebush. He rattles you through broad 
streets ; you catch glimpses of immense build¬ 
ing of white marble and colored bricks, of a 
blue cloudless sky, of slim young ladies dressed 
in bright colors, of newsboys smoking cigars, of 
vast store-houses, of innumerable repetitions 
of the ragged Irishman, of bearded men, of 
tarry sailors, of ugly churches, of flaunting 
flags, of tearing fire engines with red-shirted 
firemen. You don’t know whether you are in 
Paris, or in Dublin, or in Liverpool, or in Wap- 
ping, or in America, as you are set down at 
last at the great New York hotel—the Saint 
Boblink House. 
The Saint Boblink House is a mighty edi¬ 
fice, of pure white marble. Saint Boblink is 
much too noble a saint to be canonised in cam- 
podiadem, and seems as numerous as the fac¬ 
ets in a crystal. Wide yawning is the door¬ 
way ; countless are the columns; lofty and 
serial the balconies ; vividly verdant the veran¬ 
dahs ; and high up above the topmost balus¬ 
trade floats self-assertingly in the air, the great 
banner of the Stars and Stripes. This is a 
hotel with a vengeance; but run not away with 
the impression that it is unique—a solitary 
monster, like the Sphinx, the Grand Hotel, 
Paddington. It has brothers, and cousins, and 
children, as capacious, if not more so, than it¬ 
self, on either side, and up and down as far 
as the eye can reach, in the great trans-atlantic 
Boulevard—the Straightway. The St. Boblink 
House is but one among an army of colossal 
hotels—the Parvarer House, the St. Hominy 
House, the Golden Gate House, the Amalgam¬ 
ated Squash Hotel, and other high-sounding 
hostelries. The St. Boblink is a vast eating 
and drinking factory ; an Eastern caravansarai 
opened up by American enterprize ; an empe¬ 
ror’s palace let out in room lots at three dollars 
a day ; a Vatican for voyagers. 
People say that there are above two thou¬ 
sand rooms in that same Vatican. I shouldn’t 
like to bet; but to guess, from the hordes of 
travelers that the St. Boblink gives shelter to, 
it would really seem as though his holiness, the 
Pope, had the smaller house of the two. The 
ear of man has not heard how many the Saint 
Boblink would accommodate at a pinch ; and 
no one is in a position to dispute the boast of 
Washington Mush, its landlord, (now traveling 
in Europe with a secretary, a courier, a tutor, a 
governess, and two ladies’ maids for his fami¬ 
ly,) that he could take the whole of Congress 
in to board ; provide beds, in addition, for the 
British House of Lords, if they felt inclined 
to come over and see the workings of the 
American Constitution; and find, without much 
trouble, shake-downs into the bargain for the 
House of Commons. 
You may have rooms, and suites of rooms, at 
the St. Boblink, at a sliding scale of prices.— 
If you are inclined to do the Sardanapalus, you 
can revel in splendor, and ruin yourself if you 
like; but if you are but a simple, sensible, sin¬ 
gle traveler, who has traveled, perhaps twelve 
hundred miles with no more luggage than a 
valise, or a shiny carpet bag, you may board 
and lodge, and enjoy your thousandth share of 
all the luxuries in this hotel-palace, for the 
moderate sum of three dollars, or twelve shil¬ 
lings and sixpence, per diem. There are even 
cheaper, and not much less splendid hotels; 
but the St. Boblink is a first chop—an A one 
house. 
For your three dollars a day you have the 
run of all the public apartments; a noble bil¬ 
liard room, where yon may win or lose dollar 
bills to excitable Southerners and Senators 
in want of excitement, to your heart’s content; 
reading-rooms, where the ten thousand news¬ 
papers of the Union, all printed on the largest 
possible paper in the smallest possible type, 
are spread on the green baize tables ; smoking 
rooms where you may taste the flavor of real 
Havanas, or luxuriate in the mastication of the 
flagrant pig tail; writing rooms, audience 
rooms, cloak rooms, lavatories, conversation 
parlors, and lounging balconies. I don’t know 
whether they have fitted up a whittling room 
at the Saint Boblink yet; but I dare say that 
convenience will be added to the establish¬ 
ment on the return of Washington Mush, Esq., 
from Europe. At the same time, perhaps, it 
would be as well to erect an apartment devoted 
exclusively to the national pastime of expec¬ 
toration. At present, for want of a special 
location, the whole palace is one huge spittoon, 
which is inconvenient to foreigners. 
Then you may retire into a corner, and kick¬ 
ing up your heels even unto an altitude of six 
feet from the ground, rest them there on some 
friendly ledge, and enjoy your mild Havana, 
or your kief or your quib, or your passion for 
castle-building. There are degrees, my son, 
in human enjoyment. A cool tankard and a 
long pipe in an arbor looking upon a smooth 
bowling green has, ere now, been the dearest 
solace of scholars or divines. Others can find 
no enjoyment, more gratifying than a bright 
fire, close-drawn curtains, a silver teapot, and 
an uncut number of the “ Quarterly.” There 
are men whom you could not tempt, with gold 
or jewels, or tickets for the Lord Mayor’s ban¬ 
quet, to say there was a greater pleasure in life 
than playing with their children. Sugar and 
water and a tooth-pick will content some ; a 
cigar and cold toddy on the tiles, others ; but, 
for my part, I do not know a pleasanter animal 
enjoyment, of the tranquil, meditative kind, 
than an American drink, and a cigar, and my 
kief afterwards. Yet even these rejouissances 
are transitory ; a melancholy bubbling in the 
straw tells of the empty glass, and payment 
and remorse. 
The bar-keeper and his assistants possess 
the agility of acrobats and the prestidigitative 
skill of magicians. They are all bottle-conju¬ 
rors. They toss the drinks about; they throw 
brimful glasses over their heads; they shake 
the saccharine, glacial and alcoholic ingredients 
in their long tin tubes ; they scourge eggs and 
cream into a froth ; they send bumpers shoot¬ 
ing from one end of the bar to the other with¬ 
out spilling a drop ; they give change, talk pol¬ 
itics, tell quaint anecdotes, swear strange oaths, 
smoke, chew, and expectorate with astonishing 
celerity and dexterity. I should like to be a 
bar-keeper, if I were clever enough. 
It is in the Saint Boblink House that you 
can comprehend in its majestic amplitude, the 
great American institution of liquoring. Here, 
where the desopilated loafer and the shrewd 
merchant, sallow from Wall street bargains; 
the over-dressed, over-smoked, over-saturated 
with tobacco juice aristocrat from Fifth Ave¬ 
nue; the cotton-sampling clerk ; the dry-goods 
selling dissenter, not being an advocate of the 
Maine liquor law, or a sitter at the feet of John 
B. Gough ; the Congress colonel; the courteous 
steamboat captain; the scorched Southerner ; 
the apathetic Dutchman, from his Hudson farm; 
the turn-down-collared lecturer; the black- 
waistcoated editor ; the raw-boned Kentuckian; 
the blue-eyed German ; the beautiful Irishman 
mingle and drink and drink again. The thing 
is gravely done—sternly, almost solemnly.— 
The drink is a duty, as well as a mere relaxa¬ 
tion and a refreshment. It is a part of the mis¬ 
sion of the sovereign people ; and the list of 
American drinks should be hung up in the na¬ 
tional museum, along with the national tar- 
bucket, the national feather-bed, the national 
revolver and bowie-knife, the national declara¬ 
tion of independence, and the national and 
almighty dollar. 
I have no hesitation in saying that the table- 
de-hote at the St. Boblink House is the very 
best array of eatables in the whole world. In 
cookery, the subtlety of the sauces, and refine¬ 
ment of the flavoring, may be surpassed by 
some few European diplomatic chefs ; but the 
quantity and quality of the viands do, to adopt 
a native locution, whip all creation. Roast and 
boiled, fried and stewed, fish, soups, including 
the delicious terrapin, and the famous Gumbo ; 
oysters, (such oysters!) game, poultry, rice 
birds from South Carolinia infinitely preferable 
to ortolons, pastry, sweets, jellies, blanc-manges 
and ices. For an Apicien feast, commend me 
to the Saint Boblink. Sing, muse, too, of its 
breakfasts, with their plethora of strange but 
delicious fishes, and their hundred varieties of 
bread, hot and stale. 
This is, then, the Saint Boblink Hotel with 
its clerks’ office like a banker’s counting-house; 
with its courteous, accomplished clerks in rings 
and chains; with its bridal chambers fitted up 
in white satin, ivory and gold, for new married 
couples on their wedding tour ; with its hun¬ 
dred mechanical appliances for bell-ringing, 
message-calling and trouble-saving of every 
description ; with its electric telegraph laid on 
like gas or water, its countless waiters, its real¬ 
ly moderate charges, and admirable manage¬ 
ment and discipline. Can anything be want¬ 
ing to make it perfect ?” 
MR. BLISS TRAVELS: 
HIS NOTIONS, EMOTIONS AND EXPERIENCE. 
Jamestown, N. Y., Sept. 5th, 1856. 
Mr. Edditur “Eeural”: —I guess yew know 
where I stay, when I’m to hum. Taint fur 
eout of the citty, jest by one of them nusserys. 
(Heow talk alters; where I was brought up in 
the East, they allers called a room for babies to 
stay in a nussery, but neow its a tarnal lot of 
young trees.) But taint no use branchin off 
inter disquersitions on talk ; I shant git to the 
subject. 
When theres a lessure spell and I aint drov 
with work, I sometimes go in and see whats 
goin on in yer offis. I make it a pint ginerally 
not to stop long, though, for these edditurs 
have lots to do, and I’ve notised when folks 
talked too long you looked dredful sober, and 
have thout ef ye want sich a raal good-natured 
feller, yeu’d say somethin tuff. Sometimes, 
though, when things warnt drivin with ye weve 
had some real prime good talks, and I know 
you’l know me. Well, I’m goin to tell some¬ 
thin abeout my travellin. 
Mabbe three weeks ago—I aint exact, taint 
no matter ye know—arter fixin the woman all 
comfatable I got on the cars and rid west bout 
ninety minnits, and then got off to foot it two 
mile to see a farmer that I set lots by—one of 
the good old down East men that cum to the 
woods forty years ago and has got nigh four- 
hundred acres, all kept slick and raisin grate 
crops. In one corner of the farm a good spring 
and water carried in pipes to every field by a 
highdrawlick ram. It’s one of the farms, I tell 
ye; and sich a woman, and sich darters—raal 
handsome, and good, and good larnin too, and 
perlite—but not stuck up a bit. But when the 
cars come I had to go and was in Buffalo by the 
time T’d g ot fairly settled down and had a little 
chat with a sensible woman (some like my wife) 
in a seat next forrard. 
At Buffalo I got into some other cars and we 
went rattlin away South threw the woods and 
soon got in sight of the lake, stretchin away, 
blew and fine, ever so fur. We went over some 
handsome country where folks do a deal in the 
dairyin way. Arter an hour I stopped to a 
place called Evans, and see lots of milk cows 
at the Depot. Folks bring their milk every 
night and mornin and it goes to Buffalo. I 
heard the carts rattlin by afore daylight next 
mornin. It was awful cold that night and the 
change of weather, and havin eat too much ap¬ 
ple pie for dinner, made me awful sick with a 
kind o’ collera morbus. When the pain was 
over I felt “powerful weak ” as they say in 
Indianny. (It’s painful to any decently eddi- 
cated man to hear them ignorant Hooshers 
talk.) But a good sleep made all right and I 
went over inter Collins, a few miles east. It’s 
a nice country, but the fields are dreadful dry 
jistnow. Sich flavory cheese and sich yaller 
butter can’t be seen often. They have cool 
dary houses right by their houses, and do up 
things right on a big scale. 
Them dary galls, too—if I had words adde- 
quate I’d describe, but taint no use ; I can only 
say they’re handy, kind, active, and mity 
knowin— as fur the rest, youd better go and 
see. There’s a good many Quakers there, too, 
and you know theyre sich good folks, specially 
them that aint too strait, and there’s some o’ 
that kind there. Theyre stiff enough though 
when ye talk about bendin the truth, and I 
like that. 
Then I went by cars to Dunkirk and rode 
to Fredonia in an omneybus with much as six¬ 
teen inside. ’T want moren ten mile or so 
and lots of nice houses all along. Fredoniais 
a real handsome town, — lots of stores, neat 
houses, big meetin houses, and I stopped at 
jest the best hotel this side of Bosting. 
Pollitics is wide awake. The Fremont men 
is putty thick, and make the most noise, but 
I guess there’s considerable of a sprinklin of 
Filmore folks in these parts, and some Bu¬ 
chanan men too. They keep kinder still like, 
and mabbe its jest as well; though I do like 
to see folks tolable lively at lection times, spec¬ 
ially if there’s much to talk about as there 
seems to be jest now. I dont in the least doubt 
that as a privit individual you have yer per- 
litical notions, but I know youre a man o’ 
sense enough to not git so allfired high es 
some do all round. But in yer paper the idee 
is to git folks to have good farms, and be 
snug and skillful, and to be intelligent, and 
kind, and true. My notion is, pollitics ’ll git 
more human like es folks grow better, and I 
do think yere helpin that along in the “ Reu- 
ral.” Yer object seems to be to lead folks 
away from this squabblin, and disputin, and 
bein prejudiced agin each other and agin new 
things, and to stir up men and women and 
children into an agreable mixter—somethin 
like puddin and molasses. But as this is a 
stirrin time I must give you my platform, for 
twont hurt nobody’s feelins and ef it dont save 
the Union I’m afraid we’ll hev to let it slide. 
It’s jest this, fair and square —“Iforrar for our 
side!” So no more on this exsitin topick. 
From Fredonia I rid by stage thirty mile 
South east to Jamestown—plank road all the 
way and a nice country, thick-settled, hilly— 
some like old Berkshire, down East, only the 
hills rounder and smoother like, no big rocks 
and the streams not so roarin. We git putty 
well up in the world, nigh a thousand foot above 
the lake. Its a real healthy country and the 
people seem to live well. Jamestown lies 
right at the east end of a real nice lake twenty 
miles long, with a fine country all round it and 
villages on the banks. A steamboat goes over 
every day, and I mean to go on it next week. 
I feel scary-like though, for that lake is seven 
hundred feet above Lake Erie, and if the bot¬ 
tom should cave we should all be sucked 
threw, sure es fate. But it never did cave yit, 
and by mity I'll try it. In Jamestown they 
make lots of machinery, wooden things and so 
on. I like the place and the folks well. Its 
so hilly it is pleasant as can be, and the air 
clear and fine. I forgot to say that on the hills 
I see some of the best corn I’ve seen this year. 
They don’t raise no wheat to speak on. 
I’ll stop jest here for the present. 
Westfield, N. Y., Sept. 10th, 1856. 
I went from Jamestown right up among the 
hills to Warren, twenty mile in Pennsylvania. 
The mountains begin to roll up kinder grand, 
and the blew ridges to show ever so fur off, 
but when ye git to the town it’s a pretty vil¬ 
lage, right on the Allegheny, in jest as nice a 
valley as can be seen out doors. Then I went 
west ten mile along that river, road smooth 
as a plank, and sich farms and big stun tarv- 
erns. Them hills, though, shoot up rugged 
like close by and the pines are mighty tall on 
their sides. They git eout slews o’ lumber; 
much es a hundred million foot went to Pitts¬ 
burgh last year, they say. They can’t raft 
but jest a few weeks in the year, but if they’d 
save the whiskey they drink and pour it in 
the river in low water they could navigate all 
summer I guess, easy enuff! Some o’ the folks 
that way are bright, but now and then ye see 
a dredful dull feUer. 
I got back to Chatauque Lake this mornin 
and got onto that steamer. We cum rite along, 
and the bottom stuck fast! When we got to 
May ville at the west end much as six or seven 
stages was chuck full folks comin to a County 
Fair. I’ve been pokin round on the Fair 
grounds to-day among the cattle and things, 
and meant to hev writ ye suthin consarnin it. 
But I met that chap that’s writ for ye some¬ 
times over his nishuls, G. B. S., and he sed he 
Lad a letter fit, en if I’d jest put it in with 
mine ’twould save postage. So to commodate 
I send it, and es it’s more slicked up than I 
ginerally git things mabbe its better. He and 
I grew up right together and our wives are 
nigh related, so were putty thick mostly. He’s 
a clever feller, but between you and I, he aint 
what some folks crack him up to be. But then, 
the critter means well, in a general way, and 
he’s got some fust rate notions. 
It’s gittin bed time and I’ve got to keep 
scratchin in the mornin. Must go off some 
ways, and I’m dredful tired. So no more at 
present from Yer friend, 
John Bliss. 
P. S .—Do tell them printer boys to be petik- 
lar and spell this rite jest as its rit. Nothin 
bothers me so much es mistakes in spellin my 
mannyscrip. By time! I cant stan em no 
heow ! J. b. 
tern. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 41 letters. 
My 14, 25, 37, 30,4,27 is one of the productions 
of Egypt. 
My 11, 5, 6,15,13,33 was one of the early kings 
of England. 
My 23, 38, 35, 20, 27, 21, 9, 36, 14, 18 is the 
name of a city celebrated for its temple. 
My 27,12, 8,34,26,32 is what the proverb says 
“shows the man.” 
My 1, 7, 21, 41, 22, 19, 39, 23 was one of the 
judges of Israel. 
My 31, 2, 24, 40 is a musical term. 
My 29, 5, 10, 3, 14, 16, 39, 28,17 was a king of 
Spain, and associated with Columbus in his 
discovery of America. 
My whole is a line of Young’s Night Thoughts. 
York, September, 1856. * T. L. 
iraST Answer next week. 
ADVERTISEMENTS. 
FARM Foil SALE, 
Situated in the towitqf Maeedon, 1 % miles north of the Ma¬ 
eedon Depot, 2 miles north of Maeedon village on the Canal, 
and 1% miles from Macelon Centre, where there is a flourishing 
Academy. Said Farm ccptains 100 acres adapted to either 
grazing or graining, with tood orchaid and buildings. For 
lurther particulars, inquire of 
34. w3 C. F.WHITNEY, on the premises. 
BYRON NURSERIES. 
Thf. Subscriber offers for sale a funeral assortment of Nur¬ 
sery articles, consisting of the mostapproved varieties ot the 
different kinds of Fruit Tree6—a fine collection of Omamcmal 
Trees—a great variety of Ornamental Shrubs—a complete and 
splendid collection of Roses, Pseonies, Cfmbing Plants, Ac. 
With a determination to please, and giv» entire satisfaction 
to all who favor him with their patronage, the Proprietor so¬ 
licits the attention of all wishing any of the above articles.— 
Descriptive Prices Catalogues furnished gratis. Address 
349w3 A. LOOMIS, Byron, Genesee Co., N. Y. 
FRUIT AND ORNAMENTAL TREES. 
Pratt, Bronson & Merrell, offer for the ensuing Fall 
and Spring Trade a large and very choice stock of Fruit and 
Ornamental Trees, embracing 
10,000 Apple trees, 5 to 7 feet, very thrifty and strong. 
10,000 Cherry trees, 2 years, large, with fine heads. 
50,000 Peach trees, 1 year, very large and stocky. 
3,000 Apricot trees, 1 year, very large. 
3,000 Plum trees, 1 year, fine. 
50,000 Apple Seedlings, 2 years. 
10,000 Pear “ 1 year, very fine. 
10,000 Horse Chestnut Seedlings, 1 year. 
5,000 Am. Mt. Ash “ 1 year, fine. 
50,000 Osage Orange, 2 years, Ac., &c. 
We invite Nurserymen and others wishing to purchase, to 
examine our stock, or to correspond. Descriptive Catalogues 
and Trade Li6t sent to all who apply and inclose a one cent 
stamp. PRATT, BRONSON A MERRELL, 
Sept., ’56.—349w3 Washington St. Nurseries, Geneva, N. Y. 
GREAT PREMIUM FAIRS OF THE AMERICAN 
AG’L EXCHANGE ASSOCIATION. 
This Association will hold its first series of Fairs in Buffalo 
on the 23d, 24th and 25th of September—in Rochester on the 
30th of September and the 1st and 2d of October—in Auburn 
on the 7th, 8th and 9th of October—in Syracuse on the 14th, 15th 
and 16th of October—in Utica on the 21st, 22d and 23d of Oc¬ 
tober—in Albany on the 28th, 29th and 30th of October—and 
closing with an exhibition of one week in the city of New York. 
More than usually liberal premiums will be awarded on 
Grain, Seeds, Butter, Cheese and Vegetables, and Wool; also 
on Agricultural Implements, Machinery, Fruits, Flowers, Ac. 
Three large Prizes will be given in each city for Female 
Equestrian Performances, and there will be a Balloon Ascension 
in each city on the second day of exhibition. 
Circulars containing further information and a full list of 
prizes, can be obtained by addressing EDWARD G. TUCK- 
ERMAN, Secretary, New York City—HENRY WARREN, 
Buffalo—CARLtfON DUTTON, Rochester—HENRY H. BOST- 
W’lCK, Auburn—ELIJAH CLARK, (Agent for Syracuse,) 
Salina—W. D. LEWIS, Utica—NOAH St. JOHN, Albany, or 
C. A. WARD, New York. 349w3 
“FARMERS” be sure and buy the Excelsior Rsilread 
Horse Power, Thresher and Separator, Manufactured by 
RICHARD H. PEASE, 
369 and 371 Broadway, Albany, N. Y. 
NOTICE TO CONSIGNORS OF BUTTER. 
A. L. Stimson, No. 3 Broadway, (Agent for the supply or 
consumers in the city of New York,) would respectfully re¬ 
quest dairymen and others who intend to consign butter to him 
during the coming fall, to send only such as is free from butter¬ 
milk, perfectly sweet, A. No. 1, and of the choicest description 
for the table. 
A. L. S. will attend to the sale of Turkeys, Chickons, Ducks, 
game, Ac. 
Reference —The Adams Express Company, the American 
Express Company, the National Express Company, and Paul 
N. Sr afford, Esq.__ 348w4 
COLLEGIATE INSTITUTE. 
The Fall Term of this Institution will commence on Monday, 
September 8th, and continue ten weeks. 
The entire services of Prof. Surbridge, a native of Germany, 
and a Graduate of one of own Colleges, have been secured, in 
the Department of Modem Languages. 
Prof. N. W. Benedict continues to give instruction in tire 
Classical Department. 
Tuition is required in all cases to be arranged strictly m ad¬ 
vance, and no Student will hereafter be admitted to the recita¬ 
tions without a compliance with this requisition. 
L. R. SATTERLEE, 
348w4 J. E. DEXTER, 
Principals and Proprietors. 
200,000 APPLE TREES. 
I have on hand and will sell One Hundred Thousand two year 
old Grafted Apple Trees, thrifty and line, comprising nearly all 
the kinds worthy of cultivation, at $50 per 1,000. Also One 
Hundred Thousand do one year old, at $25 per 1,000. Ten 
Thousand Peach Trees, one year old, at $80 per 1,000. Two 
Hundred Thousand Apple Seedlings, two years old, at $5 per 
thousand. 
A general assortment of Nursery Stock and Trees from one 
to four years old equally low. 
Terms, cash or a good approved note with interest, payable 
at some Bank in the State of New York. Packing extra, cart¬ 
age free. JAMES M. TAYLOR, 
Proprietor of Commercial Nurseries, Syracuse, N. Y. 
Syracuse, Aug. 12, 1856. 345tf 
SALE OF HEREFORD CATTLE. 
The subscriber will sell at Public Sale on the 3d day of Oc¬ 
tober next, on the grounds of the N. Y. State Agricultural 
Society at Watertown, Jefferson Co., the following stock, to wit: 
Six yoke grade Hereford Steers, 4 years old last spring, well 
broken and fit for service. 
His imported Hereford hull Charles 2d, calved in the autumn 
of 1850, and bred by Mr. Wn. Hewer, who is one of the first 
breeders in England. 
His thorough bred Short-Horn bull, “ Pope,” red, calved 
January 24, 1853, and bred by Col. SnERWOOD of Auburn. 
Cards of the pedigree of both the Hereford and Short-Horn 
bulls, can be obtained on the Fair Ground at Watertown, or 
by addressing the subscriber at East Springfield P. O., Otsego 
Co., N. Y. [344w8] G. CLARKE. 
GREAT SALE OF 
2VOK.TH I5EVOM STOCK I 
The whole and entire herd of fine North Devon Cattle im¬ 
ported and bred by R. H. Van Rensselaer, of Morris, Otsego 
Co., N. Y., will be sold without reserve, by public sale, at 
Watertown, on Thursday , the "id day of October, at 1 o’clock, (on 
the ground appropriated to the New York State Agricultural 
Society on the 30th Sept., and 1st 2d and 3d of Oct. next.)— 
Consisting of twenty-three females and three males, which 
includes among the latter the celebrated and imported bull 
“ Megunticook, ” winner of the first prize at the Show of the 
American Institute in 1850, and also the first prize at the New 
York State Show in 1851. 
Nothing is risked in pronouncing this herd one of the three 
best herds of North Devons in the United States, and unsur¬ 
passed by any one of them. 
Catalogues will be furnished on application at the Offices of 
Secretary of the New York Ag. Society, Boston Cultivator, 
and Albany Cultivator ; by Col. L. G. Morris of Mt. Fordham, 
Westchester Co., and the undersigned at Butternuts, Otsego Co. 
343 _ H. BTURG ES. 
HOT WATER WARMING APPARATUS. 
FOll GREEN HOUSES. 
The Subscribers have, at a large expense, perfected an ap¬ 
paratus for effectually Warming Green Houses, however 
large, in the severest weather, and with the most economical 
consumption of fuel. Fully aware of the dilficulties which 
Florists and Horticulturists have experienced in their vain en¬ 
deavors to prevent their Plants from freezing on account of 
the imperfect modes of warming now much in use, we have ta¬ 
ken the trouble to give our apparatus a fair teBt during the 
past winter, (as the following testimonial will show,) and with 
the most satisfactory results. We shall he happy to send, by 
mail, estimates for putting up our apparatus, to all who wlU 
send us drawings showing ground plan of their Green Houses. 
CHAPIN, TREADWELL A CO. 
Springfield, Mass., May 24, 1856. 
We take pleasure in recommending, unqualifiedly to the 
public, the Warming Apparatus referred to above by Messrs. 
Chapin, Treadwell A Co. We consider it perfect for the 
purpose designed, and have warmed onr Green Houses in this 
manner during the past severe winter, having no trouble in 
keeping the houses as warm as we desired, while the ther¬ 
mometer ranged from 15 to 24 degrees below zero outside, and 
the fuel consumed, has been less than that required any previ¬ 
ous season. B. K. BLISS A HAVEN. 
Springfield, Mass., May 24, 1856. 835w26 
“FARMERS" be sure and buy the Excelsior Railroad 
Horse Power, Thresher and Separator, Manufactured by 
RICHARD H. PEASE, 
369 and 371 Broadway, Albany, N. Y. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
MATHEMATICAL PROBLEM. 
For an elegant stiawl, a lady agreed to pay 
one shilling for every square inch in the border 
which was inches wide all round. The 
whole circumference in inches, added to the 
area in square inches, was 4772 3076-10000, 
and the circumference multiplied by the area 
was 1212659 946680-100000. Required, the 
price of the shawl. 
Mannsville, September, 1856. L. W. 
Answer next week. 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma in No. 350: 
Prosperity gains friends, adversity tries them. 
Answer to Arithmetical Problem in No. 350: 
Eight feet three inches. 
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AGRICULTURAL, LITERARY AND FAMILY JOURNAL, 
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Our rule is to give no advertisement, unless very brief, more 
than four consecutive insertions. Patent Medicines, Ac., will 
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