MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
OCT. 18. 
CONDUCTED BY AZILE. 
“Italy had no balm for the bruised heart—she was was com¬ 
ing home to die." 
The sky is bright, aDd holy light 
Falls round me as I stand— 
The star-beams glance with twinkling dance, 
And I am far from land. 
The dim shore dies, the wavelets rise 
With tiny caps of white, 
And fleecy clouds, like draping shrouds, 
Hang in the heavens to-night. 
The soft south-west bangs soothing rest, 
W ith balms of early spring, 
Its breath comes low as on we go 
Like bird of tireless wing. 
But out at sea I dream of thee, 
Land of my Mother’s grave, 
The flowers bloom upon that tomb 
Far from the sighing wave. 
And when I die, 0 ! let me lie 
Afar from this commotion— 
I could not rest within thy breast, 
Thou ever-moaning Ocean. 
Then swiftly float, thou gallant boat, 
Across the whit’uing foam, 
At Heaven's gates my Mother waits 
To take her “ darling" home. E. E. 
Written tor the Rural New-Yorker. 
LOVE OF THE BEAUTIFUL. 
There is within the hearts of all, an innate 
principle, leading them to love what is beauti¬ 
ful. It influences all, the philosopher as well 
as the child, but is more fully developed in 
some than others. It often exerts a cheering 
finger—they bid farewell to earth as gently as 
the dark foliage leaves the giant trees. The 
bright green leaves which appeared in the 
spring are now—ah ! where are they ?—goDe to 
dust. Who would have thought when gazing 
upon them, as they sheltered some weary trav¬ 
eler from the searching rays of the noon-day 
sun, that they would wither and die—and per¬ 
haps be crushed by those whom they had once 
befriended. Yet they are beautiful as they lie 
upon the ground, and no two can be found of 
exactly the same color or form. 
Ah, stranger, do you long for variety, go and 
seek it in the falling leaves of Autumn, for 
there thou canst surely find it. But behold the 
giant tree ; ti.e breath of the spoiler has castits 
ornament in the dust; no more we see the 
leaves fluttering on its branches or dancing 
merrily as the light zephyrs play through them. 
Alas ! they have fallen, and it must bear the 
wintry blasts alone ; yet beautiful in its deso¬ 
lation as it stretches forth its arms defying the 
rude blasts of winter. But bush !—the rust¬ 
ling leaves remind us that we must turn to them 
and listen to their warning voice ; they speak 
to us in tones of eloquence, saying, “ Be ye also 
ready.” 
“ We are but emblems of a race 
As perishing as we, 
We fall, die, and melt away to dust, 
And mingle in the common earth, 
With the proud dust of man.” 
Rochester, 1856. j. F. 
For the Rural New-Yorker. 
A TEAR. 
It is a little thing, glistening but a moment 
—a pearly drop in the window of the soul— 
influence upon those who are utterly uncon- but who may know the language it speaks?_ 
scious of it, and who, without it, would sink who can tell what bitter thought has prompted 
into deep despondency. 
it to flow ? It is eloquent in its silence, for it 
Yes! we do love it—why should we not? has power that a hundred words have not to 
When our Creator placed it around us in such 8tart afresh in other hearis the fountains of 
©fruit* fjfeuttaiiy. 
THE DEPARTED. 
BY TARK BENJAMIN. 
The departed ! the departed 1 
They visit us in dreams, 
And they glide above our memories 
Like shadows over streams ; 
But where the cheerful lights of home 
In constant lustre burn. 
The departed, the departed 
Can never more return ! 
The good, the brave, the beautiful, 
How dreamless in their sleep, 
Where rolls the dirge like music, 
Of the ever-tossiDg deep ! 
Or where the hurrying night-winds 
Pale winter’s robes have spread 
Above their narrow palaces, 
In the cities of the dead 1 
I look around and feel the awe 
Of one who walks alone, 
Among the wrecks of former days, 
In mournful ruin strove ; 
I start to hear the stirring sounds 
Among the cypress trees, 
For the voice of the departed 
Is borne upon the breeze. 
That solemn voice ! it mingles with 
Each face and careless strain ; • 
I scarce can think earth’s minstrelsy 
Will cheer my heart again. 
The melody of summer waves, 
The thrilliDg notes of birds, 
Can never be so dear to me 
As those remember’d words. 
I sometimes dream their pleasant smiles 
Still on me sweetly fall, 
Their tones of love I faintly hour 
My name in sadness call. 
I know that they are happy. 
With their angel plumage on, 
But my heart is very desolate 
To think that they are gone. 
nail-keg, another on a keg of nails. Such a 
devoted band, - it makes one ashamed of his 
lack of public spirit and of his ignorance. 
Their country is their single theme. Hear !— 
country’s welfare, Constitution, General Jack- 
son, statute law, principles of Jefferson, Pro¬ 
viso,Union, Ordinance '87, Administration,com¬ 
promise measures, provision in the Constitution. 
I respect these lounging men,— I did when I 
GLORY OF DAYBREAK. 
The English language does not afford a more 
exquisite picture of the waning night and ap¬ 
proaching dawn, than the following life-like 
description from Mr. Everett’s Oration on the 
Uses of Astronomy : 
“ Much, however, as we are indebted to our 
observatories for elevating our conceptions of 
was a boy. They always seem very wise to ^ be heavenly bodies, they present even to the 
themselves and in the eyes of little boys. It si S ht scenes of glory which words are too feeble 
maybe that they look as if they pould love to describe. I had occasion, a few weeks since, 
nothing, much less anybody love them ; but on take the early train from Providence to Bos- 
the contrary, they love their country. They toQ > and for this purpose rose at two o’clock in 
lounge for the public weal; they sit for the na- tbe mor Ding. Everything around was wrapped 
tional prosperity ; night after night they wear * n darkness and hushed in silence, broken only 
out their breeches on the rough chairs for the b y ^ ba f seemed at that hour the unearthly 
perpetuity of our institutions. 
clank and rush of the train. It was a mild, se- 
profusion, He meant we should love, and cher- feeling that have long been dry. .— -- —... 
ishit,too. And as Mrs. Hemans has well ex- Tears of childhood !-how innocent and pure 1 RURAL LIFE-SCENES. flue pup of yours ? I won t follow these men blue sky now turned more softly gray ; the 
pressed it, Some bitter drop has fallen in the clear fount- - h ° m . e , 7 bed ’ f ° r 1 CaD , Wa , lt . 80 loBg ’ neither g reat watch-stars shut up their holy eyes; the 
“ There’s beauty all about our path.” ain of its guileless heart, and started the gush- September. would it be a pleasure to look in upon their do- East began to kindle. Faint streaks of purple 
If we but observe the most common exhibi- iag stream. But they are quickly chased away Dear Editor These fine mellow-lighted mestic ways soon blushed along the sky ; the whole celes- 
tions of Nature, we find them filled with it b y the sweet smiles of returning joy. The days ’ movlBg al ° Dg lazlly and dreamily ’ Ilke a 1 S° Home to that 0 d cbai U where reading tial concave was filled with the inflowing tides 
We may see it in the little clover, the flowering dewdrops of morning linger notlong-lhe sun- thl8tle - down in calm air, do at length come to books and papers is done, where knitting is of the morning light, which came pouring down 
shrub, the trailing vine, the graceful droonint beams kiss them all away. an end ’ The 8un 81nks aad gradually pulls in effected, where good humor abounds. Perhaps from above in one great ocean of radiance—till 
of the willows, the majestic oak and in the Thereare hours when beloved friends die, or his bearas ’ EveniD g has come, a country even- « al] • 8tep out and see the moon cutting like a a t length, as we reached the blue hills, a flash 
murmuring stream ;-also in the falling rain wheQ misfortunes rough hand has swept away 1Bg ’ and over thoasands of hllls and vales aud kuif e through the streaked and dappled night- of purple fire blazed out from above the hori- 
the falling, drifting and drifled snow and in’ our brightest joys, when in dark hours of sor- acres the same sl § bts and sounds are ka(, w 0 .- j 5 ouds ° r swimming serenely in the heavenly zon, and turned the dewy tear-drops of flower 
all the varied scenes of winter—in the buds ,w “tears wi ‘l rise.” Then let them flow, for Workln g teams are E0W relieved of labor and blue. Soon stragglers drop off to bed, or, per- and leaf into rubies and diamonds. In a few 
and blossoms of Spring-the wavi ug crass and the heart ’ s dee P fountains are embittered by barness>and shaklD g their heads and tails wi,h bapS aBcl J ar bet f r ’ a11 knee j 11D fami]y worshl P seconds, the everlasting gates of the morning 
grain of summer,-and in the ripening fruits g rief > and tb ey must have an outlet. satisfaction, trot to their pasture. The cows in th f n ° ff *° bed ’ H ^ baDd turns out the cat were thrown wide open, and the lord of day, 
and colored, falling leaves of Autumn ' There is the tear of sympathy that falls for the yard stand gravely listenill S to the music ! , lhe d00r8 ; , peep ? inl ° the but " arrayed in glories too severe for the gaze of man. 
The landscape, too, with its variety of hill tbe sorrow of another heart. Such were shed of milk ‘ pails ’ aud trylng to catch ’ in thexr bi S’ te ‘ T ’ ra f 68 a tea ’ keUle or spider, folds some began his course.” 
and dale, woodland and lawn, lakes and rivers aear the grave of Lazarus when “Jesus wept.” m0ving earS ’ the sboutS and wbistIes of tbe pi « cesof ^something, pute her work-basket some- -—- 
and cottage-sprinkled fields, is a never-failiDg Ah ! strong is the tie when friendship binds boys ‘ You may hear in the pantry the jingling where, and-gets up in the morning pretty THE NAMES OF NEWSPAPERS, 
source of beau tv. Tho j! heart to its kindred heart and seals it with * of tins and the flow of milky streams. From early. _ Joval. 
feeling that have long been dry. Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker 
Tearsof childhood !—how innocent and pure ! RURAL LIFE-SCENES. 
Some bitter drop has fallen in the clear fount- - 
ain of its guileless heart, and started the gush- _ September. 
ing stream. But they are quickly chased away Eear, Editor These fine mellow-lighted 
by the sweet smiles of returning joy. The dayS ’ along lazily and dreamily, like a 
Nor is their object to get anything or learn rene , mid-summer s night—the sky was with- 
anything politically. They have great stability ou ^ a cloud—the winds were whist. The moon, 
of character and maturity of views. Theoftener tb en in the last quarter, had just risen, and the 
their arguments are refuted, the stronger is their stars shone with a spectral lustre but little af- 
belief; the worse they are “used up,” and the fected by her presence. Jupiter, two hours 
farther their remarks are from having any bear- bigh, was the herald of the day ; the Pleiades 
ing on the question, the more splendid is their j us t above the horizon, shed their sweet infiu- 
triumpli. Their ideas may be regarded, there-’ eE ce in the East; Lyra sparkled near the 
fore, as worthy to be depended upon. They Zenith; Andromeda veiled her newly discov- 
partly read the Constitution v.’hen they “ was a ered glories from the naked eye in the South ; 
boy,” and haven’t forgot all of it yet. A deep tbe steady pointers far beneath the Pole, looked 
acquaintance with the dog-tax statutes also meekly up from the depths of the North to 
combines to make their discourse instructive.— their Sovereign. 
Such qualities of mind and such attainments “Such was the glorious spectacle as I enter- 
make the patriot. Did ever you see a man who ed the train. As we proceeded, the timid ap- 
loved his country and his dog that was not a proach of twilight became more perceptible ; 
useful man ? But it has been reproachfully the intense blue of the sky began to soften ; the 
said that every man of them is subject at home smaller stars, like little children, went first to 
to what is vulgarly termed petticoat govern- rest; the sister beams of the Pleiades soon 
ment—has a scolding wife. True, but is not melted together; but the bright constellations 
Providence thus weaning their affections from of the West and North remained unchanged.— 
home, that they may wed their country ? If I Steadily the wondrous transfiguration went on. 
see a mau systematically saying politics in the Hands of angels hidden from mortal eyesshifted 
manner described, I never ask after his wife’s the scenery of the heavens ; the glories of night 
health—it's “how’s the country ?” or “that’s a dissolved into the glories of the dawn. The 
and cottage-sprinkled fields, is a never-failing Ab ! strong is the tie when friendship binds JBy8 ’ 10a “ a .Y e la 1 e pantry me jingling 
source of beauty. The ever-changing sky is heart to its kindred heart and seals it with a tear. ol tiBS and tbe flow of raillcy streams.^ From 
likewise full of it, and in the tumultous storm But precious in the sight of God are the tears ycmder pen c0 “ e the mingled n01 * ecb d isputa- October. 7 th^^n \ uu iUl uaujC15 - 
the brightness of mid-day, the sublimity of the of repentance for sin. Then the Savior looks tl0US 8Wine ’ aB(1 the dash ° f tbeir faV ° nte drink Beae Sir :-I am afraid that my descriptions Put th ° 8e 1B ° hl 1 ° f ° rm f e ^ e P tl0D - Some of 
sunrise or sunset, and the calm, clear evening down ia a,ld wl P es thei « aB away. The aboufc their ea1 ' 8, The d ° g makes up for past wiJ l be descriptions of times past before you ? e8e a |' e ° ng ' Bal en0Ugb -, J here ’ s a “ Screw - 
we find abundant sources to strengthen our dewdrops are gathered by the sun beams-they delinquencies ia barking, and a few cattle and get them. Winter’s face is seen in the distance. d ™ er ’. a “ Warning Bell, a “Fountain, a 
love for the beautiful. In the first, the rapid rise upward toward the sun. The tear of peni- sheep whose destiny lL was thls da ^ to low or We no longer sit out doors watching the moon ; “ Star ™ ,, e " ® st : a “ ,, 0rum ’ aD , “ Al, rora,” 
changes which occur, as the dark, heavy clouds fence falls—it rises beyond heights, and suns, bleat, do it now. All animals are growing we begin to shut the door after us, we being on . ° & “ Ea^bow, a “Touch-Stone,’ a 
flit over us. to make mnm fnr and stars, upward and ever onward till it. mute moielively. t] ie inside. Outside it looks darker: brown ojec o ace, a oic. Dg t, an e 
THE NAMES OF NEWSPAPERS. 
Newspapers are usually hard run for names. 
But those in Ohio form an exception. Some of 
we find abundant sources to strengthen our dewdrops are gathered by the suubeams—they delinquencies iu balking, ai 
love for tbe beautiful. In the first, the rapid rise upward toward the sun. The tear of peni- sb eep whose destiny it was 
changes which occur, as the dark, heavy clouds teuce falls—it rises beyond heights, and suns, bleat, do it now. All ani 
flit over us, to make room for others of the same a “ d starS) u P w ard and ever upward, till it rests m0ie Bve D- 
character, when the lightnings play and the at last a pearl on the Savior’s diadem. The “ chores" are soon d< 
thunders reverberate through the atmosphere, Nunda > N - Y -. Sept., 1856. Lyra. becoming cooler, and little 
more lively. the inside. Outside it looks darker; brown 
The “ chores” are soon done up. The air is days, cloudy, windy nights. Now and then 
becoming cooler, and little particles of dark- we have calm, moony nights, but Jack Frost 
ness, coming down thicker and faster, fill up comes down upon us without failure. We as 
the hollows in among the trees and about the often have sunny, hotsome days, when the sun 
barns and sheds. Crickets swell out in shrill, seemsabout as affectionate as ever. Hewatches cbooses tbe appellation of “lhe Nonpareil, 
Much has oeen said of the rights and wrongs 8olemn uni80n , while on every side sound the the boys husk corn, comes to see them pick up ! r ° m lhe type ° U whlch is printe(b 0ne at 
of women ; and volumes of complaints have freshening breeze and the cold rush of leafy apples or dig potatoes; but he really smiles at ^ ahoulDg goes by the Qame of “ The Iudex >” 
been uttered ap-ainst. m«n fm* t.ViA nninet. ^ , .... J . nesermtive of its sTKtpmnfii* «v_ 
are adapted to fill our minds with awe at the -—~~ ness, comlD g down thicker and faster, fill up comes down upon us without failure. We as 
grandeur displayed. MAKE HOME PLEASANT FOR BOYS, the hollows in among the trees and about the often have sunny, hotsome days, when the sun 
At noonday, the white clouds ranged around M ’cn li-s 1 e i " barns and sheds. Crickets swell out in shrill, seemsabout as affectionate as ever. Hewatches 
the horizon, tend to make the radiance of the f UCn ^‘ S ‘ JC< ' U Sai of lhe rl g ts and wrongs 80 lemn unison, while on every side sound the the boys husk corn, comes to see them pick up 
sun still more beautiful; and who, that has felt u , W0 ™ GU ’ , aU . T ° u,nes 0 complaints have freshening breeze and the cold rush of leafy apples or dig potatoes ; but be really smiles at 
the depressing influence of a cold, leaden sky, agalU8 mea oi t le unjnst and sel- waves . On the stoop sits a “boy,” between bis little daguerreotypes, the pumpkins, who 
will attempt to deny, that life, and buoyancy \ aV6 m<lC G . ut as b)Ug as bo Y s one and forty, spooning in a sizeable bowl of sit looking up at him thinking perhaps if they 
of spirits, are imparted to us by the sight of the ^ SU duCiet 0 N )<UJ uy, injustice and oppres- bread and milk ; another of more elegant tastes will ever be as big as their father, 
pure blue sky, beneath which those beautiful. ^ ^ me ’. S ° ° Ug ^ 1 ie la equality of the S q lia tted on the front steps trying to rid nn In-doors the tea-kettle begins to sing. The 
light, fleecy clouds are floating ? The glories dS aD „ P ’ n 1 egeS 01 men and wom(iri be felt. fr ute or rheumatic accordeon of divers evil wind commences to scold, or rather bluff about 
of the sunrise aud sunset have been the themes tlSDatina 01 r,j an to wis i to be.nengedol discords with which they seem possessed.— like an Englishman. The rose buslies swing 
“Star in the West,” a “Forum,” an “Aurora,” 
a “ Dollar,” a “ Rainbow,” a “ Touch-Stone,” a 
“Toledo Blade,” a “Torch-Light.,” and “The 
Ark,” among the Cincinnati and country press. 
A modest publisher at Norwalk entitles his 
paper “ The Experiment.” Another, at Kalida, 
calls his “ The Venture.” A Cincinnati journal 
man to wish to be avenged oi discords with which they seem possessed.— like an Englishman. The rose bushes swing 
of many writers, and thousands have watched ll !i , adv< f har N’ aud llds case custom has Within doors by a candle’s light, a wiser head 
the disappearance of the sun, and the gradual 
pace tie means ol avenging himself in his rea ding Almanac, Rural or Tribune. A your in-door music. You look out of the win- 
own anc s. lave one boy in my mind now, quiet grin playing upon his candle-lit phiz, or dow,and sky and yard and “ prospects” look as 
an L eie aie unc icds tieated like him, who a Te ,.y w j S e } slow-said “I de-e-clare” tells you cold as a barn. But there’s enough to eat aud 
never sees a moments happiness at home, and w h a t he’s reading about. “Mother” moves read, and it’s a fine time for good company_ 
TH.irlv HrpnHfl t.hp hmir uf mill 1 - - _ _ ° r J' 
fading of the light, with delightful feelings of 7“ T . * " , f W " B 
°... ... , , b , A ° and there are hundreds treated like him who 
tranquility, which they cared not to analyze- , , 
. . . J J C| never sees a moment’s honmnoco nt 
, , i j., i , •> ’ never sees a moment s happiness at home and 
and from time immemorial, the close of day has a.ii , ’ 
Keen Belief ec 0 Uf o f i fairly dreads the hour of meal time, because oi 
been hailed as a fit season for relaxation mu- ^ ,ea s 1 e “ U1 of meal time, because oi a frout in the buttery, then to the parlor, from Look out for something more sometime, 
sing and meditation. the scoldings and frettings and fault-findings, tbe parlor to the kitchen,-with now a pan, Joval. 
Tf , , , . that always greet him when he enters the house, now a work-basket now a dish-cloth in W --—— 
If there are any who have not been pleasant- His sisters call him an awkward uely boy - , a 7 n * a \ THE p AHK SIDE 
ly impressed with the silent grandeur of a calm make cruel sport of him by mimicing Ms ways TV’ sto P plDg ^ cai = 10aall y ^ loi ® sue a d « mestlc - 
winter evening, let them hereafter use their i aug bing at his untidy Clothes his smiutv ’ mak t - P f , 'ZT'* Z* a8k 80 “ e TeEEE 18 something inexpressibly tragic in 
eyes. To see the countless myriads of stars, hands and face- and k;. 1 queer question about politics—to which her the thought of what is going on beneath many 
eyes. To see the countless myriads of stars l a f a j a i • “ „ “ .“’'‘’J’ queer question aoout politics—to which her 
shining in such glistening splendor, the Queen’ l h ^ ^ T- 18 LUU Z rniscLievious lord niakes as < l ueer an an8We rI 
of Night riding through the heavens with all Vaga ° D >a sca pegiace and tells him in al- Finally, she settles down with her knitting into 
6 . . 5 . 6 . 8 wiiu au most every other breath, that he is ki I no-be- i_ u„„u„a _i.:_... . 
his little daguerreotypes, the pumpkins, who descn P tlve of ^8 exceedingly systematic ar- 
sit looking up at him thinking perhaps if they ran g ement ’ Au edltor U P 011 to P of the rid S« 
will ever be as big as their father. wMch divideS tbe WaterS ° f tbe Lake Erie ba ' 
In-doors tbe tea-kettle begins to sing. The S1U fr ° m th ° 8e ° f the 0bio ^Valley, appropriately 
wind commences to scold, or rather bluff about t 7 “ TbG Su “ mit Beacon ’” Aaotber afc 
like au Englishman. The rose bushes swing VaD Wert ’ Wllb a P recision wwtb J of a 
and scratch against the clapboards. This is eminent surveyor calls his « The Section Ten 
your in-door music. You look out of the win- f Bud « et ; ^ 1SSUedln ' be venerMe 
dow, and sky and yard and “ prospects” look as TZ , p T ‘ p 
cold as a ham. But there’s enough to eat and 7 ’'°? , ThC 1 Procla “ atlon former” 
read, and it’s a flue time for good company - ^ ^ ° „ Pe ° P 7 W m Cincianati ’ 
Look out for something more sometime. “ Tbe Crisis occurs there once every month, 
Joval aud “Equal Rights are disseminated once a 
-*-__ ’ week among the Democrats of Williams Co. 
THE DARK SIDE. Nor are the religious journals behind in origi- 
; nal titles. “ The Practical Preacher” thunders 
There is something inexpressibly tragic in 0 nce a fortnight at Coshocton. “The Regenera- 
the thought of what is going on beneath many tor” appears monthly at FruitHills. The Pres- 
a surface apparently so calm. We are shouting byterians of Zanesville peruse weekly “The 
with laughter at the drolleries of au actor whose Family Quarto,” while tbe United Brethren at 
~ —S- — Heavens wim an most every other breath, that he is killing her her strait-backed rockinu-chair Swift are the , 7 , * Z an actor wnose Family Quarto,” while the United Brethren at 
her majesty her pale beams sending to our and his father-fairly breaking their hearts file TtoS riy bea ^ 18 <** d yi»gathome, Circleville are looking through “ The Religious 
eyes the glitter, as of diamonds, from the spark- with his UBdutiful behavior! He lias heard S Z v iZey m aS pr^ ? “ * uui ™* A x h ? 8ome temb,e ca ’ Telescope.” “The Golden Rule ” is !aid down 
hug snow, is enough to calm the passions, ra- this over and over so many times that he has ‘f^ Zm tiS chair niinS arouid amity ; r « ad Wltb ca P tl0U8 severity, or once a month at Cincinnati, and “Busy Martha” 
ST a , raost C()nM t0 , le co.dc.Um that he is the “ T '">T 
p ii n , ,. , . wickedest boy alive; he hates himself. He told the aueer old cushion 1—it’s rare music to me i k n written under conditions of Tuesday and Friday. We do not stop to reca- 
Butare all these beauties piaced before us, me that he did not see how men could ever t t IV 7 music to me. moral or physical torture such as would not pitulate the «Eagles,” the «Clarions,” the “Bu- 
merely to increase our pleasures during the few wanfc to be boys again, and wished he could • l & T* 7 Z 81mplydlsarm crltlclsra ’ if we kae w of them, gles ,” the «Banners,” the «Sentinels,” the 
fleeting hours we remain on earth? No!- “grow to be a man in one day, so that he could that (diair, aud others like it Twould but make us marvel that anything was written “ Standards," and other military and patriotic 
lere is a ai ng lei meaning in them. While go where he liked, and get out of the way of | em S°.° • ( -ou u. er especia y otiose at a^ ^ e^ peasant author ot “Tangled titles. They are more common.— Alb. Journal. 
we view them with pleasure, we should look to these women folks ” 7 evening-going, love-making young men, who Taik, in Tail’s Magazine, writes like the gay- _ ^ ^ _ 
the Source from which they come, and in ad- , ’ have “we-wont-lalk-about-that” attractions.— est of serene and happy minds; and yet this 
. . , J Whftn t.lllfl nnv nnpfl crvr\ nr frv ^ r ^ , , , . „ X . J A nnnn AT a vru Tho rYiArn nonnnnLU 
But are all these beauties placed before us, 
wickedest boy alive ; he hates himself. He told 
me that he did not see how men could ever 
from that chair upon all around. Why the 
squeak of that old chair, that old red chair with 
the queer old cushion !—it’s rare music to me. 
merely to increase our pleasures duriDgthe few want bc boJ , s again , and wisted he could 
fleeting hours tee remain on earth? No I- -grow to be a man i 
there is a far higher meaning in them. While g0 where he liked 
we view them with pleasure, we should look to tbe se women folks ’’ 
the Source from which they come, aud in ad- wv ® , , 
“grow to be a man in one day, so that he could 
go where he liked, and get out of the way of 
miring the gift, should adore the Giver and • ooy tioes grow to manhood, what May they succeed iu establishing such another month he informs us, when referring to a former A U °° D MAX[M - —ilie more peaceably a 
bless, praise and give ourselves to Him for His Iaducement Wl11 h e have to yield any rights family chair! But there are others of us, poor article, that “the writer penned this buoyant ( l uietl y we get on the better—the better for 
kindness to poor, undeserving, sinful mortals. Uia t lie can command to woman ? What chords men, who should be kept at home evenings passage propped up on a sofa, with the perspi- aud otbers - In nine cases out of ten the wis 
17 ,.. ln us ' 30S0n:i W, H ever vibrate with tender under maternal firuardianshin. who nppd errand, vatinn in ah Wpiu.ori _ policy is, if a man cheats you, quit dealing wi 
kindness to poor, undeserving, sinful mortals. 
Ella. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
AUTUMN’S FALLING LEAVES. 
Hark ! what is that sound which thrills 
that he can command to woman? What chords men, who should be kept at home evenings passage propped up on a sofa, with the perspi- aud ^h 61 ' 8 ', In nine cases out of ten the wisest 
in his bosom will ever vibrate with tender under maternal guardianship, who need grand- ration in drops on his forehead, and hyosciamus P® bcy . is ’ ** a man cbeats y° ll > q uit dealing with 
memories at the name of Mother? Or what motherly care and chair-discipline. Such are rapidly lowering his pulse.” What a picture 1 b ^ m ’ H be is abusive, quit his company ; if he 
recollections of a sister s love will ever prompt found in every village and four-corners. The The buoyant sentences jotted down in such a sbuider8 ; y° u > take cai ' e to live so that nobody 
him to sacrifice self-interest for woman’s sake ? time and place are the evening hours and stores, condition are, perhaps, not a whit the worse for bolieve bim ’ No matter who he is, or how 
Mothers and sisters—if you would have men shoe shops, post-offices and old groceries. The the pain which accompanied their production, b<3 misu f es I' ou > tbe wisesfc wa y is generally to 
generous, noble-hearted, waiting to graut all the inoffensive members of these evening circles but he, the writer, was the worse for them 1— * eave * dm a l° ue > f° r there is nothing better 
privileges your woman-hood has a right to ask, are called loungers, pot-house patriots, rather Nor is the case a rare oue. A friend of ours tban tb is cool, calm, quiet way of dealing with 
nis oosom win ever vibrate with tender under maternal guardianship, who need grand- ration in drops on his forehead, and hyosciamus 
memories at the name of Mother ? Or what motherly care and chair-discipline. Such are rapidly lowering his pulse.” What a picture 1 
recollections of a sister’s love will ever prompt found in every village and four-corners. The The buoyant sentences jotted down in such a 
pvoyv a j 4 i, x , . 1 , o- 7 - —^giam ttiuue luumvwo vi cvcmjjg uuuics uuu juc, luc wiilci, was one worse ior inem I_ 
A s 7 Z i a s 00 P am y iat privileges your woman-hood has a right to ask, are called loungers, pot-house patriots, rather Nor is the case a rare oue. A friend of ours tban tb is cool, calrn,^ 
ino-its fliUU S frr S f U ° g ° C Gu p ° a8l ” e) 1S " l” g ' teach thera first to love you while they aie little shabby statesmen, but “pretty polly”-ticians— for more than two years has written almost the wl 'oug s we meet, 
in, „ i, ‘ ’ "‘I ay , 18 116 rustIlDg boys ; contribute to their happiness then, pro- as they in fact are only talking the variations of daily when the state of his head emphatically 
*. i g ’ yCS ’ e eauti ul leaves tect their rights, show yourselves worthy of their “ polly want a cracker”— or at least speak par- told him he should do no work, had not neces- TK 
r. 7 K ' . * e , ieGS .. ave een clothed, the respect, and if ever you have occasion to ask rotically — often pronounced patriotically. I sity spoken with still sterner emphasis • and it The smoothest B e 
frost has nipped, and they are witherine- and _. _,_ , ? J r cuipu<tsi 8 , ana it To the confldin 
(™tl,« M • i .^v,„,a,uu ucrasion HiaBK luuwauy — U1M5U P iui.imnueu patrioucaiiy. i sny spoKen wnn still sterner emphasis; and it 
falling to the ground See Mh ^. GnBg aB . d tbeir protection you will not ask in vain.—Se/. call them politicians, lovers of their country. - is known to many that Harriet Martineau has 
f , J , , b , ' . .. Gleiaab eauti- --- Politics is their meat and drink. I have often for months been writing in the intervals of sof- 
ful gold-colored leaf trembling beside another, Sincerity is to sneak as we think, fr, do «« thomrht. what, would become of on.- eom,w if wti.t ^„ia _.. .. 
f . J , , , , b a oeauti- -- Politics is their meat and drink. I have often for months been writing in the intervals of suf- 
u g i coo,e ea rem IDg esid e another, Sincerity is to speak as we think, to do as thought what would become of our country if ferings which would have quelled a spirit less 
L7 1 rGS aU S 1 een as wien it first ap- we pretend and profess, to perform and make our'stores and shoe-shops were cleared of these energetic, and obscured a mind less blight: — 
peared. Strange contrast I Beautiful compar- good what we promise, and really to be what sitting patriots. Among them is an antique, London Leader. b 
1 7 n * c ,, e ° ne Cm ) e Z ° * ie morn °I life. 1 he we would seem and appear to be. lean justice of the peace, a short, fat doctor, an ___ 
+ i e 7° ft 77 °° k ' tbey botb meet -- ex-constable, and a set of blue mechanics. If goodness. 
ie Same a e, o a on the cold bosom of Whenever we drink too deeply of pleasure, you step into the store of an evening to buy a Good the more 
the earth, there to remain. In like manner the we find a sediment at the bottom which pol- pound of tea, there they are filling up the chairs Communicated, more abundant grows : 
infant and aged feel the touch of Death’s icy lutes and embitters what we realized at first, some on the counter, one humble member on a “ 0t impail6d bUt TZ] 
l M Ut on. 
The smoothest seas will sometimes prove 
To the confiding heart untrue ; 
And if she trust ttie stars above, 
They can be treacherous too. 
The umbrageous oak, in pomp outspread, 
Full oft when sterms the welkin rend, 
Draws lightning down upon the head 
It promised to defeud. [ Wordsworth . 
Our welcome of a stranger depends upon the 
name be bears — upon the coat he wears; our 
farewell upon the spirit he has displayed in the 
interview. 
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sa.M.OlC’WM./M'WO./V'W'WM./MUiM./'wM.OW'W'UM. 
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