MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
OCT. 11. 
Igiwtetj* 
TRUE FRIENDSHIP. 
Oh ! what happiness, what brightness, 
In life’s changeful scenes appear, 
When we meet kind words and actions, 
And we feel they are sincere ; 
When the smiles of friendship greet ns, 
And we know that they are true 
What greater charm hath this fair world 
To offer me or you ? 
With the beaming sky above us, 
And the lovely earth beneath, 
With the music of the ocean 
And the flow’r enamel’d heath ; 
With these beauteous scenes of Nature, 
What more cheering would you ask, 
Than the glance that speaks affection, 
From the heart without a mask ? 
For pure truth is such a jewel, 
Oh 1 so precious and so rare, 
That it seems a spark from heaven, 
Seldom lent to mortal care ; 
When we meet it in earth’s friendship, 
Let us prize its holy might, 
For it comes unto our spirits, 
Like an angel wing'd with light. 
LUCY’S ADVENTURE. 
IN TWO PARTS.—PART I. 
I don’t see why I should not tell you Lucy’s 
adventure. We always call it “ Lucy’s Adven¬ 
ture,” or “Lucy’s Romance,” because it was the 
onlv romantic event that ever happened to 
Lucy. It is many years ago now, as you may 
suppose, for she was then only eight-and-twen- 
ty. We had just got Mary’s wedding over, 
which took place on the expiration of the first 
year’s mourning for our mother. A relative of 
ours, Mrs. Copp, had come on a visit to us to 
superintend the preparations for Mary’s mar¬ 
riage, and to chaperone us till it was over, as 
we three sisters lived alone. Aunt Copp called 
us the girls, though I was turned thirty, and I 
am sure more steady than she was. She was a 
widow, about five-and-forty, desperately bust¬ 
ling and active, and much given to interfering 
in everybody’s business. When I incautiously 
wrote her word how near Mary’s union was 
with Dr. Goring, instead of receiving an an¬ 
swer, saying she was pleased to hear it, and 
hoped it would prove happy, or something of 
that sort, who should arrive by the morning 
mail but Aunt Copp herself, followed in the 
course of the day by a sea-chest, two hair- 
trunks, and two bandboxes, which had come by 
another conveyance, the mail having refused to 
carry them.. We were quite petrified at seeing 
all these trunks, and knew she had made up 
her mind to a lengthy stay, which was not an 
agreeable prospect. She had volunteered a 
visit at the time of mamma’s death, remaining 
three months, and a regular worry she was to 
us. Not a bit of crape could we begin to hem, 
but Aunt Copp would fling on her tortoise-shell 
spectacles, come peering at it, and find some 
fault. It was not cut straight; or it was begun 
at the wrong end ; or the hem was not broad 
enough; and she would whisk it out of our 
hands, draw out the stitches at one pull, and 
make us begin it according to her own notions. 
Not a thing could I take into the kitchen to do, 
leaving her safe, as I hoped, with Lucy and 
Mary, but in five minutes she had ferreted me 
out. I was putting too much stuffing in the 
duck, and Phoebe had overboiled the onions, or 
that was not enough jam for the roily-pudding! 
and she’d have no salt put in the crust; she 
hated salt! It was especially provoking to me, 
who pride myself upon being an efficient seam¬ 
stress and housewife, and Phoebe came to my 
bed-room one day, in desperation, and said if 
Mrs. Copp stayed she should go. So, to see her 
and all this luggage arrive, a few days before 
Mary’s marriage, flustered us exceedingly. 
“ Now what do you three girls think of your¬ 
selves, not to have sent for me ?" she began.— 
“Did you ever hear of a young girl being 
married from a house, without a matron in it to 
countenance her ?” 
The idea had not occurred to us. And I, with 
my naturally steady character, which a disap¬ 
pointment in early life had helped to render 
even more sedate, believed I was as good a 
guide and protector to Mary as any matron 
could be. I ventured to hint as much. 
“ Quite false ideas !” called out Aunt Copp, 
without giving me time to finish. “ Never was 
such a thing heard of, I tell you, as a young 
lass going out of a house where there was no 
married woman in it. For my part, I question 
if such a wedding would stand good. Why 
you would have been the talk of the country 
round. And Mary such a child !” 
“ I am twenty, Aunt Copp,” interrupted 
Mary. 
“Twenty !” scornfully ejaculated Aunt Copp. 
“So was I twenty when I married my poor 
dead-and-gone sailor husband, and a precious 
goose he found me. I was one-and-twenty 
when my darling boy was born, (I had a letter 
from him last week, girls, and he’s made first 
mate now, through the other one going off with 
yellow fever ; and was beating about in a calm 
in the Pacific, which gave him time to write,) 
and a precious goose of a mother he found me, 
the innocent baby ! So don’t boast to me of 
your twenty years, Mary ; go and tell it to the 
marines. What should three incapable girls 
know about the management necessary at a 
wedding. 
“ And pray, Miss Lucy, is there anything of 
the sort a-gate for you ?” she went on. 
“ Why, Aunt Copp !” ejaculated Lucy, laugh¬ 
ing and blushing; “of course not.” 
«I don’t see any * of course’ in the matter.— 
If Hester means to live and die an old maid, 
it’s no reason why you should. I advise you to 
set about looking out for a suitable husband.— 
Keep your weather eye open, and—dear me ! 
the very thing!” 
This concluding exclamation, in a changed 
tone of voice, as if Aunt Copp had just recol¬ 
lected something, caused us to look at her. 
“ I wish to goodness I knew where he was 
bound to! But, you see, when I got out, he 
went on in the mail.” 
“ What is it you are talking of, Aunt Copp?” 
“ Such a charming gentleman ! He was my 
fellow-passenger. Where he came from I can’t 
tell, for he was in the mail when I got in. A 
fine man as you’d wish to see, six foot high, 
with a full blue eye, and a color like a red cab¬ 
bage. He told me he was looking out for a 
wife, had come out traveling to find one, and 
meant to marry as soon as he had found her.— 
It would be the very thing for Lucy ! I de¬ 
clare, if he were within reasonable distance, I’d 
send my card and ask him to tea. I know I 
should get him for you, Lucy.” 
“ Really, Aunt Copp, you are growing old 
and ridiculous,” responded Lucy, undecided 
whether to laugh or be angry. 
“ Old, am I I Ridiculous, am I!” bridled 
Aunt Copp, in a fury ; “ everybody don’t think 
so. Why, he wanted to try it on with me, I 
could see he did, a handsome man like him, and 
not a day more than five or six and thirty. He 
did, Miss Lucy, and you need not begin grin¬ 
ning there. We had the mail to ourselves, or' 
as good, for the fat farmer, who took up the op r 
posite seat, nearly from side to side, was snor¬ 
ing all night. Very polite, indeed he was, and 
very respectful, quite the gentleman in his 
manners, and would keep on kissing my hand ; 
but I volunteered to tell him I had been mar¬ 
ried once, which I had found quite enough, and 
did not purpose taking another husband, pre¬ 
ferring to remain my own mistress, besides 
having a dear son, who was chief officer of a 
splendid two-decker, now becalmed in the Pa¬ 
cific, (unless the wind should have got up since,) 
and that I had no love to spare from my boy 
for the best second husband that could offer.— 
Whereupon my gentleman turned sulky, and 
gathered himself up in his corner. Old, am I ! 
Just put that window up, Mary. I’m hot.” 
So we had to endure Aunt Copp’s company, 
and make the best of it. But before Mary’s 
wedding morning arrived, and her handsome 
young bridegroom came and took her away, our 
managing aunt had tried our patience severely. 
Very dull we felt the day after the wedding, 
Friday. Aunt Copp was setting things to rights 
in the house, and worrying Phoebe in the kitch¬ 
en, but I and Lucy seemed not to know what 
to do with ourselves. 
When dinner was over, Lucy proposed a walk. 
“ Let us go and look at the haymaking,” 
acquiesced Aunt Copp. “ The smell of it, 
coming in here at the windows, puts me in 
mind of my youDg days, when I tumbled over 
the haycocks with the best of them.” 
Accordingly we went into the hayfield, and, 
after two hours’ fun, we were leaving it, tired, 
heated, and thirsty, saying we would return 
after tea, when Aunt Copp, who had rushed up 
to a haycock, some few of which were left in¬ 
tact near the entrance, intending to favor me 
and Lucy with a parting salute, gave a great 
scream, which caused us both to look round. 
Well done, Aunt Copp ! Instead of securing 
the mound of hay, her arms had got entangled 
round the neck of a gentleman, who had 
stretched himself to recline on the off-side, and 
had fallen into a doze. 
“ Good heavens above ! ” ejaculated Aunt 
Copp. “ I beg your pardon, sir. I thought I 
was laying hold of nothing but the haycock.” 
“No offense, ma’am. I wish you’d put your 
arms there again. Ah, my dear regretted fel¬ 
low-traveler, what, is it you ? How do you find 
yourself by this time ? I have been up and 
down the country ever since. I forgot, you 
must know, the name of the place where you 
stopped, so I thought I’d take all the stopping 
places of the mail, one by one, which I did, and 
came here in rotation, this afternoon, intending 
to pay my respects to you. What two delight¬ 
ful ladies!” 
“They are my neices,” returned Aunt Copp. 
“ Miss Halliwell and Miss Lucy Halliwell.” 
“And I am Captain Kerletoij—if you will 
allow me to introduce myself. Would this lit¬ 
tle spot be a pleasant part of the country to 
stop in for a week or two, think you ?” 
“Very,” cried Aunt Copp, impressively.— 
“And there is an excellent inn.” 
“ Then I’m off for it. YVhich is the road ?” 
“ There,” replied Aunt Copp, pointing in the 
direction of the village, “about five minutes’ 
walk. But won’t you step in with us, and 
take a cup of tea ? It will refresh you, this 
hot afternoon. Our house is close by. Girls,” 
she added, seizing a minute to whisper to us, 
as we were walking home, for the stranger 
eagerly accepted the invitation, “ this is the 
gentleman I told you of; the one in the mail, 
you know, who wants a wife. So look out, 
Lucy.” 
Lucy felt annoyed, and naturally. She was 
a most retiring-minded girl, and had a genuine 
horror of thrusting herself forward to attract 
the notice of a gentleman. Neither was I 
pleased. For it seemed to me not right of 
Aunt Copp to ask him to our house in that un¬ 
ceremonious manner. What did she know of 
Captain Kerleton ? He might be an adven¬ 
turer, a swindler, for all she could tell to the 
contrary. As it turned out, he was a gentleman, 
of good family and fortune, but no thanks to 
the prudence of Aunt Copp. The fact was. 
Aunt Copp had been connected with seafaring 
people so long, that she had imbibed a touch of 
EVERY LADY HER OWN PERAMBULATOR. 
A plan proposed to render the present stiff and immense dress useful as well as ornamental. 
their free-and-easy notions, and had become 
almost as open-hearted in her manners as her 
deceased husband, the late merchant captain. 
Captain Kerleton took up his quarters at the 
Seaford Arms, and a gay time of it ensued.— 
The whole neighborhood undertook to patronize 
him, especially the houses which contained 
grown-up daughters, for his fortune, really a 
good one, report had magnified to one three 
times as large. Pic-nic parties, evening parties, 
haymaking parties, followed close upon each 
other, some of which owned Aunt Copp for the 
projector. Take it for all in all, I don’t remem¬ 
ber that our quiet village had ever been so gay. 
One morning we were seated at the open 
window of our front parlor, when some scarlet 
object came looming up the road in the distance. 
Lucy saw it first, and we all looked up, through 
the closed Venetian blitds. The sun shown, 
hot and bright, and the scarlet was intermingled 
with something that glittered like gold, and 
dazzled the sight. 
“ Goodness heart alive !” exclaimed Aunt 
Copp, after a puzzled gaze through her specta¬ 
cles, “ if it isn’t Captain Kerleton in his regi¬ 
mentals 1” 
We had never seen the captain in his regi¬ 
mentals, and a very imposing sight it was. He 
detected us at the window, and walked straight 
up to it. 
“ Good morniDg. ladies,” he said, putting his 
face close to the blind. “ Is not this a blazing 
day ?” 
“Something else looks billing, I think, cap¬ 
tain,” cried Aunt Copp. “We did not know 
“ You mean me in my regimentals, I sup¬ 
pose,” returned the captain ; “ they came down 
last night. What are you working at so atten¬ 
tively, Miss Lucy ?” 
“ I am stitching a wristbaki, Captain Kerle¬ 
ton.” 
“ Not for me, Miss Lucy ?' 
“ No,” laughed Lucy, “ for my brother.” 
“Perhaps the time will tome, Miss Lucy, 
when you will stitch mine.” 
Aunt Copp gave a significant cough, and 
Lucy, after a surprised glanct upwards, blush¬ 
ed deeply, and went on fast vith her stitchiDg. 
“ Will you walk in, captain?” said Mrs. Copp. 
“You will find the front door open.” 
“Not this morning,” replied the captain.— 
“ I only came to bring this—if you’ll please to 
open the blind.” 
Aunt Copp drew open half of the Venetian 
blind, and the captain thrust ;n a small parcel, 
tied up in white paper, turning short away as 
soon as Aunt Copp had got ii in her hands.— 
There was no direction, and file turned about 
in uncertainty. 
“ Captain Kerleton,” she called after him, 
“ What’s this for ? Is it to be opened ?” 
« Opened ! Of course,” answered the cap¬ 
tain, whirling his head round 10 speak, his legs 
striding away all the while ; ‘I did not bring 
it for anything else.” 
What on earth should be in this parcel but a 
green and gold book, and a small, beautifully 
enameled lady’s watch, in a c>se. We opened 
the book, full of curiosity. “ Id vice to Young 
Ladies about to enter into Housekeeping. By 
a Clergyman’s Wife.” And on,the fly-leaf was 
written, “ For the future Mm Kerleton, with 
respectful regards.” On the paper inclosing 
the watch was written “ Miss lucy.” 
“Well,if ever I saw such a start as this !” 
uttered Aunt Copp, while Lucy’s face turned 
of an indignant red. 
“ It is shameful, Aunt Copp ! It is quite in¬ 
decent of you! You have been saying some¬ 
thing to him about me. I am sure of it!” 
“ I declare to goodness I have not,” replied 
Aunt Copp. “ This offer of marriage—for it’s 
nothing less—has come from his own free will, 
and from no talking of mine. Stan’t we have a 
nice time of it, getting her wedding things 
ready, Hester ?” 
“ Aunt Copp, I always thought you were an 
idiot, and now I know it,” retorted Lucy, strug¬ 
gling between tears and rage. “ Offer of mar¬ 
riage, indeed ! If it is an offer of marriage, 
you may take it to yourself. Hester, just pack 
the watch back again ; send Phoebe with it.— 
Thank goodness, my name is not on the book, 
so Aunt Copp can do as she chooses with that 
—keep it for herself, and tell him so.” 
Lucy’s tirade was cut short, for the blind 
was again pushed partly open, and a scarlet 
wrist came in. 
“I beg your pardon,” cried the captain’s 
voice, “ I forgot this.” Aunt Copp involuntarily 
stretched forth her band, and received another 
packet, similar to the one which had contained 
the watch, the captain darting off as before, at 
the military pace of a forced march. 
“ Miss Lucy Halliwell,” read aunt again 
through her spectacles. 
“ I won’t have it! call him back ! throw it 
after him !” exclaimed Lucy. But Aunt Copp 
told her she knew better what she was about, 
and opened it. 
A pretty gold chain, and a key of the watch. 
“Well, my dear,” said Aunt Copp,“you are 
in luck.” 
“ Luck !” irascibly uttered Lucy. “ The 
man’s a fool.” 
“ I know who is a greater,” rejoined Aunt 
Copp, laughing and looking at Lucy. 
“ Hester,” exclaimed Lucy, “ I appeal to you. 
Is it right—is it in accordance with good man¬ 
ners, his poking these things in at the window ? 
Ought they not to be sent back instantly ?” 
“ It is in accordance with good-nature, Lucy,” 
I replied ; “ and to forward them back, in haste, 
as you suggest, would be returning insult for 
kindness. When he next calls, let Aunt Copp 
give him the presents, and civilly inform him 
that you cannot acoept them.” 
“ I wish you may get me to do it," cried 
Aunt Copp. “ ‘ There is a tide in the affairs of 
man,’ and Lucy has now got hers.” 
So the task fell to me. And when the cap¬ 
tain called that afternoon, (still in his regimen¬ 
tals,) I went to him alone. But before I had 
well entered upon the subject, Captain Kerleton 
interrupted me, and made Lucy a very hand¬ 
some offer. I was at a nonplus : not knowing,, 
now the affair came to be put on this regular 
footing, whether Lucy would have him or not. 
I went into the next room. 
“ Have him ? of course,” cried Aunt Copp. 
« Have him ? of course not,” repeated Lucy. 
« Niece Lucy, the matter is serious now, and 
you must not be childish over it. What is your 
objection ?” 
“ I don’t know enough of him,” urged Lucy. 
“Consider, Aunt Copp, it is not a fortnight 
since we first set eyes on him. The idea of 
promising to marry a man after a fortnight’s 
acquaintance !” 
“You need not marry him, off-hand — or 
promise to. You can teli him you wish to see 
a little more of him before deciding : that will 
be neither accepting nor rejecting, and give you 
both time to improve your acquaintance with 
each other. I’ll manage it.” 
Before we could prevent her, she dashed out 
of the room, and joined the captain, whom we 
could hear whistling, as he leaned from the win¬ 
dow. What she said to him neither I nor Lucy 
knew, but she presently re-appeared with the 
captain in her wake. 
[Part second next week.] 
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Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
ALGEBRAICAL PROBLEM. 
A man sold a certain number of sheep and 
calves for $225. The price per head for the 
calves is one dollar more than the square root of 
the whole number of calves and sheep, the price 
of 10 71-115 sheep the price of one calf. 
Required the number of each and price per 
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Allen, N. Y., 1856. 
rSf" Answer next week. 
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What is the diameter of an acre of land in the 
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Answer to Geographical Enigma in No. 352:— 
Pontchartrain. 
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The W G. A S. R. is published monthly, each number com¬ 
prising Thirty-Two Large Octavo Pages, handsomely illus¬ 
trated, and stereotyped and printed lu the best style. A Title 
Page, Index, Ac., at the close of each volume. 
Terms : Fifty Cents a Volume, Two volumes a year.)— 
Five copies for $2 ; Eight for $3 ; Eleven for $4 ; Seventeen for 
$5 ; Twenty for $7 ; Thirty tor $10. An extra copy free to eve¬ 
ry person forming a club of eight or more. Yearly copies (two 
volumes) double above rates. Single copies furnished to 
Rural subscribers at half price—25 cents a volume, or 60 cents 
a year. 
Ugf Now is the Time to subscribe and form clubs for the 
new volume. Specimen numbers, Ac., sent free. Subscription 
money, properly enclosed and registered, maybe mailed atonr 
risk, if addressed to D. D. T. MOORE, 
June, 1856. Rochester, N. Y. 
MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER, 
THE LEADING WEEKLY 
AGRICULTURAL, LITERARY AND FAMILY JOURNAL, 
IS PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY 
BY D. I». T. MOORE, ROCHESTER, N. Y. 
Office, Daily Union Building, Opposite the Court House. 
TERMS, IN ADVANCE: 
Subscription—$2 a year— $1 for six months. To ClnbB and 
Agents as follows:—Three Copies one year, for $5 ; Six Copies 
(and one to Agent or getter np of club,) tot $10 ; Ten Copies 
(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 and friends muBt add 12.% cents per copy to 
the club rates of the Rural. 
13?” Subscription money, properly inclosed and registered, 
may be forwarded at our risk. 
Advertising— Brief and appropriate advertisements will be 
inserted at 25 cents a line, each insertion, payable in advance. 
Our rnle 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’ 
