MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
OCT. 18. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
THE DYING CHILD. 
BT K. a. STORMS. 
Dear mother bend your ear to me : 
Oh 1 why this faintiDg breath ? 
Why these cold hands and trembling heart ? 
Say, mother, is this Death ? 
Oh carry me to the old elm tree, 
Where my childish steps hare strayed : 
To look again at the shaded spot, 
Where in joyful hours I played. 
There let me sleep, my Mother dear, 
And the old elm tree shall wave 
Its leaflets in the golden light, 
Above your Helen’s grave. 
I’m weary now, my Mother dear, 
And long to be at rest; 
Oh, lay this aching head once more 
Upon your gentle breast. 
St. Johnsville, N. Y., 1856. 
LUCY’S ADVENTURE. 
IN TWO PARTS-PART IX 
After this event not a day passed in which 
the captain neglected to urge his speedy accept¬ 
ance, Lucy objecting on the plea that it would 
be improper to do so without seeing something 
of his family. 
“ There’s not a soul of it left but me and my 
brother,” answered the captain. I’ll take her 
to see him if she likes.” 
“That’s not the fashion in our part of the 
country,” said Aunt Copp. “Young ladies 
don’t go on journeys with gentlemen before 
they are married to them.” 
“That’s exactly what I want,” replied the 
captain, with evident good faith. “Will she 
marry me to-morrow ?” 
“ Goodness, captain, with no preparations 
made,” remonstrated Aunt Copp. “ The neigh¬ 
bors would think us out of our senses.” 
“ Well, the long and the short of it is this, if 
Miss Lucy will not have me, I shall go and find 
somebody else that will,” cried the captain, 
turning sulky—an occasional failing of his.— 
“ And I’ll go by the mail to-night, if she does 
not give me an answer to-day.” 
Lucy gave him his answer—and accepted 
him. “ But, Hester,” she said to me, “ I do not 
care much for him.” And I don’t think she did. 
“I am not hotly in love, you know,” she 
went on laughing, “ like you were with some¬ 
body once upon a time. I don’t fancy it is in 
my constitution ; or else our friend the captain 
has failed to call it forth.” 
It was decided that, before fixing on any 
place for a residence, Captain Kerleton and 
Lucy should travel a little, after their marriage. 
Lucy wished to live near me, and the captain 
was perfectly agreeable to everything. Every¬ 
thing that Lucy or Aunt Copp suggested, he 
fell in with. He seemed to think more about 
personal trifles. 
“ Would you like me to go through the cere¬ 
mony in my regimentals, Miss Lucy, or in plain 
clothes ?” he inquired. “ Such, let us say, as a 
blue coat, white waistcoat, and black—these 
things,” slapping his knee. “What is your 
advice ?” 
It was a very home question, especially be¬ 
fore us, and Lucy blushed excessively. « Per¬ 
haps Aunt Copp can tell ?” she stammered. 
“ O, as to those trifles, it’s not a bit of conse¬ 
quence,” irreverently answered Aunt Copp.— 
“ When you two have once got your wedding 
over, you will know what nonsense it was to 
have made any fuss about it, as we old married 
stagers can tell you. Captain, of course you 
will have your brother down, to be grooms¬ 
man ?” 
“ Ho, I won’t,” replied the captain bluntly. 
“ He is the most interfering fellow going, al¬ 
ways meddling and thwarting. You don’t 
know the scrapes he has got me into, through 
his interference.” 
“But your own brother, Captain Kerleton,” 
urged Aunt Copp. “ It would be so very un- 
filial.” 
“ Shouldn’t care if he was my own mother,” 
doggedly retorted the captain. “He is not 
coming down to my wedding.” 
But Aunt Copp was of a different opinion.— 
And what should she do, unknown to every¬ 
body, but dispatch the following note to Major 
Kerleton, the captain’s brother, at his town 
house: 
“ Dear Sir: —As we are soon to be near con¬ 
nections, I make no apology for addressing you. 
Captain Kerleton being about to marry my 
niece. Miss Lucy Halliwell, I think it only 
seemly and right that you, as the captain’s 
elder brother and nearest relative, shuld be 
present to give your support and countenance 
to the ceremony. It will not take place for 
three weeks or a month, and we are only now 
beginning the preparations, but I write thus 
early to give an opportunity of my letter being 
forwarded to you in Scotland, where we hear 
you are staying. If you oblige me with a line 
in reply, stating that you accord us the favor 
of your company, I will write again and let you 
know when the day is fixed. Remaining, dear 
sir, Your obedient servant, 
Rebecca Copp.” 
And Aunt Copp hugged herself in secret over 
what she had done, and told nobody. 
Meanwhile we began to be actively engaged, 
getting Lucy ready for her wedding. One 
morning we were in the midst of the work. 
Miss Bowen, the dressmaker, who had come to 
us for the day, cutting out and contriving 
bodies, while we made skirts, when we saw 
Captain Kerleton approaching the house. So 
Lucy told Phcebe to say we were engaged, but 
would see him in the atternoon. 
But the captain insisted on seeing Lucy, as¬ 
suring Phoebe he had something very particular 
to communicate to her. So Lucy was obliged 
to go to him. 
The captain wanted Lucy to go for a walk 
—with, of course, me or Aunt Copp; for she 
was not in the habit of walking out alone with 
him. Which was the “ particular communica¬ 
tion ” he had to make. 
“It is out of my power this morning,” said 
Lucy to him. “ We have some work which we 
cannot quit.” 
“ Leave them to do it,” advised the captain ; 
“you come for a walk. Come by yourself; 
never mind what that old Aunt Copp says.” 
“ They cannot do without me,” replied Lucy. 
“ The dressmaker is cutting out my morning 
dresses, and she wants me frequently to try 
them on.” 
“ Put it off till to-morrow,” urged the cap¬ 
tain. “Work can be done one day as well as 
another. See what a splendid day it is.” 
“ Miss Bowen will not be here to-morrow,” 
rejoined Lucy. “ Indeed, I cannot leave them 
now.” 
“ But I want, you to come,” persisted Captain 
Kerleton, somewhat (Lucy said subsequently) 
after the fractious manner of a spoiled child.— 
“You must come. You’ll never go and set up 
your rubbish of work in opposition to my 
wishes, Miss Lucy.” 
“ Do not put it in that light,” said Lucy, 
gently. “ My dresses must be tried on, you 
know, or they would be all at a stand-still. I 
shall be most happy to go with you later in the 
day.” 
“ Then you won't grant me this simple favor ?” 
“I can't," returned Lqcy. And out rushed 
he captain, dashing to the front door, and 
stamping away across the road. 
In the evening he came again. We were at 
tea, taking it in the work-room, for convenience’ 
sake, when Pbcebe entered and said the captain 
wanted to speak with me. “ Not Miss Lucy,” 
Pbcebe repeated ; “ you, miss.” I went in.— 
Captain Kerleton was sitting in easy-chair, and 
looked very red and excited. 
“ Do you know how she behaved to me this 
morning ?” he began, without preface or cere¬ 
mony. 
“ Who ?” I asked. 
“She. Miss. Lucy. I asked her, as the 
greatest favor, totgo for a little walk with me, 
and she told me to my face that she would not.” 
“She really could not, Captain Kerleton,” I 
answered ; “ I haye no doubt she would have 
liked to do so. You-must not fancy she acted 
from any caprice : Lucy is not capable of it.” 
“ She told me there was some trash of sewing 
going on, and she had to stop in for it.” 
“ It was the case.” 
“ Well,” returned the captain, speaking in a 
dogged, obstinate manner which now and then 
came over him, “I look upon it in this light: 
when a young lady, who has promised to be 
your wife, makes an excuse that she can’t go 
out with you, it is equivalent to saying she 
wants to break matters off. That is how I have 
taken it.” 
“ Break — what ?” I rejoined, staring at the 
captain with all my eyes, and feeling myself 
turn into a cold perspiration. 
“ Why, I concluded that Miss Lucy wished 
to make known, in a roundabout way, that she 
was tired of me. And I have acted upon it.” 
“Dear Captain Kerleton,” I said, “you are 
entirely mistaken. I can assure you Lucy is 
perfectly failhful to you. The work she had 
to stay in for, was in preparation for her mar¬ 
riage.” 
“Well, it’s too late now,” cried the captain, 
with redoubled obstinacy, “for I tbink I know 
somebody who would suit me better.” 
I sat opposite to him, glued to my chair, un¬ 
able to utter a word, and wondering whether 
he had taken leave of his senses. He, however, 
was not glued to his, for he suddenly rose from 
it, and dropped down on his knees, close to me. 
“ My dear Miss Hester, it’s you, and nobody 
else. I do think you the most charming,amia¬ 
ble creature, and I Lave transferred my affec¬ 
tions from Miss Lucy to you. Will you have 
me ?” 
I never was so taken aback in my life, and a 
suspicion did cross me, in earnest, that Lucy’s 
refusal in the morning must have sent the cap¬ 
tain’s brains to flight. He would neither get 
up nor let me, having taken forcible possession 
of my hands. While we were in this ridicu¬ 
lous position, who should come bustliDg into 
the room, with the sugar-basin, but Aunt Copp. 
“ Why, what on earth—Hester 1 what’s the 
matter 1” 
The captain took a step away from me, on 
his knees, and addressed himself to Aunt Copp, 
affording me the opportunity to rise up. 
“ Miss Lucy has cut me, ma’am. That is, she 
acted—purposely—so as to make me cut her; 
and my affections are now fixed on Miss Hester. 
I was on the point of praying her to name her 
own day for our union, when you inter¬ 
rupted us.” 
“ Good patience deliver us I” uttered Aunt 
Copp, her mouth opening with astonishment, 
and stopping so. “ What ever is all this ?” 
I could not speak for laughing then, the ■ 
whole thing struck me as so supremely absurd. < 
There knelt Captain Kerleton in the everlast- < 
ing regimentals, his hand thrown theatrically 
out towards aunt, and his face twisted into a 
die-away expression toward me, while Aunt 
Copp stood arrested in the middle of the room, : 
one hand supporting the sugar-basin, and the ; 
other the silver tongs, her face being turned to 1 
petrifaction, and her eyes rolling from one to the : 
other of us in a sort of horror. 1 
“Niece Hester, what is this ? I insist upon 
knowing.” i 
“ I think Captain Kerleton meant to play off 
a little joke with me. Aunt Copp,” I answered. 
“ Lucy, it seems, offended him this morning; 
but they will make it all right again.” 
“ But it is no joke, Miss Hester 1” interrupted 
the captain springing up. “ I mean it in real 
earnest.” 
“ Then allow me, Captain, Kerleton to assure 
you that I shall never treat it but as a joke, 
now and always,” I impressively whispered.— 
“ And pray let neither of us recur to it again, 
even in thought," 
“ Then you won’t have me ? You mean to 
insinuate that ?” 
“ I would not have you, Captain Kerleton, if 
you were worth your weight in gold. So let 
the joke pass away; and we had better say 
nothing about it to Lucy.” 
“ Highty-tighty,” cried Aunt Copp, recover¬ 
ing from her petrification, and coming forward, 
“ but you can’t do these things, captain. Shake 
off one sister at pleasure, and take up with 
another! I see what it is: you have been 
getting up your temper, because Lucy crossed 
you this morning. So now you must get it 
down again. We were just going out to take a 
walk, and the best thing you can do is to go 
with us. Why, you would be as bad a3 a 
sailor.” 
“A sailor?’ sullenly repeated the captain. 
“Yes, sir, a sailor. They have sweethearts 
by the dozen, in each port, and that’s well 
known. Many’s the wrangle I have had with 
my boy about that; he vowing, by all that was 
blue, that he had not, and I knowing he had.— 
Don’t tell me. But you can’t have two in a 
house, captain. So sit yourself down there, 
and get cool, while we put our things on.” 
He went out with Aunt Copp and Lucy. I 
remained at home, and was truly uncomfortable, 
deliberating whether I ought not to tell Lucy 
what had taken place. For, if the thing was 
not a joke, (as I kept trying to persuade my¬ 
self, though the more I tried, the more incom¬ 
prehensible a joke it grew,) was a man capable 
of these violent changes and fits of temper one 
to whom we ought to intrust Lucy ? 
“You have not been far,” I said, when they 
came in. 
“ Captain Kerleton was in his sulks, and 
would not talk, so I steered Lucy back again,” 
cried Aunt Copp. 
“ I think his feelings were hurt, when I said 
I could not go out with him this morning,” un¬ 
suspiciously remarked Lucy. 
“ Feelings be keelhauled I” ejaculated Aunt 
Copp, in irritation. “ It’s temper, not feelings. 
Take care you don’t give way to it when he is 
your husband, Lucy. Put it down at first, and 
you’ll keep it down. Nothing I should like 
better than to have the curing of his flights and 
his sulks. I’d tame him in a week.” 
The next day dawned, and we all rose as 
usual, little thinking what it was to bring forth. 
For to how many a one has a day risen in 
bright happiness, to close in sorrow dark as the 
darkest night 1 It was not strictly sorrow, 
however, that came to us ; rather mortification. 
Lucy went out to spend the day with some 
friends, who had invited her for a farewell visit, 
previous to her marriage ; and after dinner I 
and Aunt Copp were seated at work when the 
latter spoke: 
“Well, I think I must have made a kaleido¬ 
scope of rny spectacles, for he is ever changing ; 
now it is him, now it isn’t I Hester, is that the 
captain, or not ?” 
I followed the direction of Aunt Copp’s eyes, 
which were fixed on a gentleman who was ad- 
vanding up the opposite road. “Yes—no— 
yes,” was my contradictory reply. “ I declare, 
Aunt Copp, I am not sure. One minute it 
looks like him, and the next it does not. If it 
is the captain, he has discarded his regimentals.” 
It was not Captain Kerleton, but one who bore 
a striking resemblance to him. 
“ I know I” exclaimed Aunt Copp, with 
awakened interest, “ It is his brother. I wrote 
for him.” 
“You, Aunt Copp 1” 
“Yes, to come to the wedding. But I told 
him to wait for a second letter. He is come too 
soon.” 
Phcebe brought in a card, “ Major Kerleton,” 
and ushered in the major after it, a cordial- 
mannered man. He proceeded to tell us his 
business, and I thought Aunt Copp would have 
fallen through her chair with vexation ; for it 
was she who had been the means of introdu¬ 
cing the captain to Seaford, and, worse still, to 
Lucy. 
All that we had observed as strange in the 
captain was now accounted for. Captain Ker¬ 
leton was a lunatic. Some years previously, 
when in India, he had met with an accident 
which caused concussion of the brain, and had 
never entirely recovered his intellect. At 
that time the captain was engaged to a young 
lays, to whom he was much attached, but the 
match was then broken off, and this seemed to 
have left some impression on his mind which 
it had been unable to get rid of. He came 
home, and had since lived with his brother, 
and years had brought so much improvement 
to him that he would pass muster in society, 
without suspicion, as he had done with us : the 
only point on which his intellects were still 
completely at sea, was a propensity to make 
offers of marriage. 
“He ought to be confined,” said Aunt Copp, 
rubbing her nose in mortification. 
“ He is so sane on other points, that to con¬ 
fine him would be scarcely justifiable,” ex¬ 
plained the major. “ But I shall learn a lesson 
by this last vagary, and if I have to leave him 
again, I will take care to place a watch over 
him.” 
He took the poor madman back with him that 
afternoon, and thus ended Lucy’s romance. 
lit anil luram’. 
THB JUSTICE OF LAW 
•Ax upper mill and lower mill 
Fell out about their water, 
To war they went, that is to law, 
Resolved to give no quarter. 
A lawyer was by each engaged, 
And hotly they contended ; 
When fees grew scant, the war they waged 
They judged were better ended. 
The heavy costs remaining still, 
Were settled without bother ; 
One lawyer took the upper mill. 
The lower mill the other. 
IMPORTANT POLITICAL ITEMS. 
From the Daily Typhoon (Republican.) 
On the evening of Monday last a Republican 
banner was raised in West Pekin, N. J., amid 
the cheers of a large assemblage ! In the morn¬ 
ing the BANNER WAS STILL THERE ! 1 This is & 
good omen for the future. 
A correspondent from Turkey Hollow sends 
us the following:—“Out of twenty mules in 
this village, fourteen are name Jack, and only 
four Jim, while none are known as Millard.” 
The accounts from all quarters are very cheer¬ 
ing. A correspondent from South Van Winkle- 
berg says that a gentleman of that city, who 
has always voted the Democratic ticket hither¬ 
to, named a pointer pup (which he had just bo’t) 
Fremont. This exhibits the sort of feeling 
which pervades the whole country. The Revo¬ 
lution has begun. 
From the Daily Blues (Buchanan.) 
On every hand there are cheerful evidences 
of the approaching success of Democratic prin¬ 
ciples. 
Last Monday a little boy was observed toss¬ 
ing up a chip and attentively examining it.— 
On being approached by our reporter, it was 
discovered that he had written on one side Buck 
and Breck, and on the other side Fillmore and 
Donelson, and Fremont and Dayton. The Buck 
and Breck came uppermost three times out of 
five. This, too, was in the Ninth Ward—the 
stronghold of the opposition, and where all the 
chips have hitherto been strongly Republican. 
The late water-cresses in the garden of a 
very respectable gentleman living in the sub¬ 
urbs of this city came up in the form of two 
B’s. No one about the house knows any thing 
about the matter, and it is regarded by all as a 
prognostic of the election of “Buck <& Breck.” 
The insinuation that the eldest boy sowed the 
seeds in this form is rejected with scorn by the 
father. 
From the Evening Paul Pry (Know-NothiDg.) 
Most gratifying accounts are pouring in upon 
us of the progress of American principles and 
the popularity of our candidates. In Hard 
Scrabble there is one paper—the Hard Scrabble 
Weekly Courier (circulation 7Qi<j)—which is 
Fillmore to the bone. There is neither a Bu¬ 
chanan nor a Fremont paper published in the 
place, which contains two hundred inhabitants. 
This shows the course of the political current. 
A gentleman in Brooklyn yesterday scratched 
the names of Fillmore and Donelson on a piece 
of gingerbread, and then on a piece of bread 
and butter he put Fremont. He offered the 
two to his son, a child of only six years of age, 
which took the gingerbread, and rejected the 
Fremont bread and butter.— N. Y. Picayune. 
Ifliitjfs Suritar. 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 31 letters. 
My 5, 1, 7, 13, ] 1, 4 is a very pretty bird. 
My 18, 6, 12, 15 is what we cannot well do 
without. 
My 2, 10, 22 is a very useful article. 
My 8, 26, 11, 21, 20 is a boys name. 
My 3, 8,5, 30, 2, 14 is one of the five grand di¬ 
visions of the earth. 
My 31, 11, 20, 29, 21 is the name of a town in 
Virginia. 
My 25. 21, 26, 1, 29, 11, 43 is a girls name. 
My 23,1, 8,29 is what we all have. 
My 13, 24, 27, 19 is a vegetable which is very 
good. 
My 31, 21, 4, 13, 8, 26, 17,22 is thename of one 
who has been President of the United States 
who is now dead. 
My 16,21. 28 is a great pest. 
My whole is one of Solomon’s Proverbs. 
Louisville, Ky., July, 1856. W. J. D. 
Answer next week. 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
CHARADE. 
My first denotes a well known feast,, 
Long held sacred at the East; 
Done to umbrella or book, 'tis plain 
You’ll ne’er be able to do it again. 
My second is a word complete 
‘Which in conversing all repeat, 
A word, and yet so very small 
One letter taken away you have it all. 
My third possessed by every thing, 
Man, beast, hill, dale, lake and spring, 
Tho’ ’tis strange, ’tis strangely true, 
Its never found the same in two. 
My whole an adverb in optics knowD, 
Its parts I’ve given—the whole now shown, 
Arouse your thiukers and scowl your phiz, 
While you study to say what the secret is. 
Swollef. 
Answer next week. 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma in No. 353 : 
—Thorough Cultivation. 
Answer to Algebraical Problem in No. 353:— 
111 sheep, 10 calves. 
Answer to Arithmetical Problem in No. 353: 
-—2351{j feet. 
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100,000 Dwarf Pear Trees, 2 years old. 
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Volume Ten, Commencing July, 1856. 
The Publisher respectfully announces that the Tenth Vol¬ 
ume of this valuable journal will commence on the 15th of 
July, 1856. The new volume will be printed upon clear type, 
superior paper, and contain contributions from many of the 
best and most experienced Breeders, Graziers, Wool Growers, 
Dairymen, Ac., in the country. We thus hope to make it high¬ 
ly creditable in both Contents and Ai’i-eauauce. 
The Wool Grower and Stock Register is the only period¬ 
ical of its class in America, and has attained a reputation 
which renders it a standard National Journal. It circulates 
among the most intelligent and extensive Stock and Wool 
Growing farmers throughout the country,—East and West, 
North and South. The volume above announced will comprise 
avast amount of Useful and Reliable Information (not given 
in any other work) on the Breeding, Rearing, and Profitable 
Management of the various Domestic Animals. Its pages will 
contain many 
APPKOl’KIATE AND COSTLY KNGKAVINGS ! 
Including life-like Portraits of Animals, plans of Farm Build¬ 
ings, Ac.. Ac., accompanied by proper descriptions. We shall 
continue to give Pedigrees ol Pure-bred Stock—while each 
number will embrace careful Reviews of the Wool, Cattle, 
Grain and Provision Markets. Our aim is to render the work 
Invaluable to every owner or breeder of Cattle, Horses, Sheep, 
Swine or Poultry—making it the able and efficient organ of 
those engaged in the important and profitable branches of 
Stock, Wool and Dairy Husbandry. 
FORM, STYLE AND TERMS: 
The W G. A S. R. is published monthly, each number com¬ 
prising Thirty-Two Large Octay# Pages, handsomely illus¬ 
trated, and stereotyped and printed In the best stylo. 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 $8 ; Eleven for $4 ; Seventeen for 
$5 ; Twenty for $7 ; Thirty lor $10. An extra copy free to eve¬ 
ry person forming a club of eight or more. Yearly copies (two 
volumes) double above rates. It's/"' Single copies furnished to 
Rural subscribers at half price—25 cents a volume, or 60 cents 
a year. 
Now is the Time to subscribe and form clubs for the 
new volume. Specimen numbers, Ac., sent free. Subscription 
money, properly enclosed and registered, maybe mailed at our 
risk, if addressed to D. D. T. MOORE, 
June, 1856. Rochester. N. Y. 
MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER, 
THE LEADING WEEKLY 
AGRICULTURAL, LITERARY AND FAMILY JOURNAL, 
IS rUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY 
BY D. I*. T. MOO UK, KOCJIEBTEK, N. Y. 
Office, Daily Union Building, Opposite tlie Court House. 
TERMS, IN ADVANCE: 
Subscription—$ 2 a year—$1 for six months. To Clubs and 
Agents as follows:—Three Copies one year, for $5 ; Six Copies 
(and one to Agent or getter up of club,) for $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 must add 12>£ cents per copy to 
the club rates of the Rural. 
13P“ Subscription money, properly inelosed and registered, 
may bo forwarded at our risk. 
Advertising.— Brief and appropriate advertisements will be 
inserted at 25 cents a line, each insertion, payable in advance. 
Our rule 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. 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 thnn that of any other 
paper published in this State, out of New York city 
