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MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
OCT. 25. 
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Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker 
NIGHT. 
BY IDA FAIRFIBLD. 
I love thee, oh Night! I love thee full well, 
With thy dark brow gemmed so brightly, 
While far in each mystical, shadowy dell, 
The fairies are flitting so lightly. 
Thy low winds moan, with a voice unknown, 
To the giddy ones, onward rushing, 
To me, it seemeth the sweet undertone. 
From the wild harp of nature gushing. 
Ye stars, which are beaming so soft from yon height, 
A heavenly calm ye are breathing, 
And softly around my spirit to-night, 
The flowers of Hope ye are wreathing. 
Sweet as the tone, of the birdB which have flown, 
To seek their soft nests in the wild wood, 
Cometh the flood-tide of Memory, strewn 
With the beautiful garlands of childhood. 
And thou, pale Bride, of the star-crowned Night, 
The heavens with radiance lining, 
A delicate chaplet of silvery light, 
For the brow of thy lord thou art twining. 
The sadder part, thou awak’st in my heart, 
Of the dream, of this life, so fleeting, 
Though the dimning tears in thy presence start, 
I give thee a welcome greeting. 
O’er the lulled sea, through earth and through air, 
The breath of repose is creeping, 
Soft folding the leaves of the violet fair, 
By the streamlet sweetly sleeping. 
The mystic power, of this holy hour, 
Is singing my spirit back, 
To garner the sweets of the withered flowers, 
In my childhood’s faded track. 
The voices of those long passed away 
Are whispering to me now, 
And spirit-pinions seem to lay 
Half folded on my brow. 
Through shades of years, and mists of tears, 
The spell of love unbroken, 
Wins back the forms, whose last sweet tones 
Were bitter farewells spoken. 
They whisper to me of a “ better land,” 
They tell of a fairer shore, 
Where the light lies golden upon the strand, 
And Death’s night comes no more. 
And thus sweet Night, a Heavenly light, 
Through the darkness softly fioweth, 
A fleeting gleam, of a glory bright, 
Which the daylight never knoweth. 
Independence, N. Y., 1856. 
life's lessens. 
Written for the Rural New-Yorker. 
CHILD’S HISTORY OF ENGLAND. 
THE FATE OF PRINCE ARTHUR. 
Charles Dickens’ “ Child’s History of Eng¬ 
land” is, without doubt, one of the most elegant 
and interesting histories ever written. But let 
no one suppose that it is interesting to children 
only. Both the young and those who are ad¬ 
vanced to manhood can read it with profit and 
pleasure. It is written in a charming style, 
and the genius of its author has filled it with 
sunbeams, and strewn it with flowers. But the 
merits of the work, which none who peruse it 
will fail to observe, shall be its own ample 
recommend. I have taken up my pen simply 
to call attention to the work ; to say that it 
ought to be in the hands of every reading child 
in the land ; and to make a note of an exceed¬ 
ingly beautiful passage—a genuine touch of 
genius—which occurs among the many that 
adorn its pages. 
It will be recollected by the historical reader, 
that soon after King John came to the throne, 
Prince Arthur, the King’s nephew, having the 
best claim to the crown, waged war against him 
to recover it. At this time the Prince was only 
fourteen years of age. He was assisted in the 
war against ’his uncle, by Philip, King of 
France ; but after a while King John took 
Arthur captive and threw him into prison.— 
What follows shall be related in Mr. Dickens’ 
own words, whose closing sentence—the pas¬ 
sage of which I have already made mention as 
bearing the impress of the author’s genius — 
though full of sadness, is surpassingly beauti¬ 
ful, and forms an appropriate close to the mourn¬ 
ful story of the unfortunate Prince : 
“ One day while he was in prison at that cas¬ 
tle, (the Castle of Falaise,) mournfully thinking 
it strange that one so young should be in so 
much trouble, and looking out of the small win¬ 
dow in the deep, dark wall, at the summer sky 
and the birds, the door was softly opened, and 
he saw his uncle, the King, standing in the 
shadow of the archway, looking very grim. 
' Arthur,’ said the King, with his wicked 
eyes more on the stone floor than on his 
nephew,‘ will you not trust to the gentleness, 
the friendship, and the truthfulness, of your 
loving uncle ?’ 
‘ I will tel’l my loving uncle that,’ replied the 
boy, 'when he does me right. Let him restore 
to me my Kingdom of England, and then come 
to me and ask the question.’ 
The King looked at him and went out.— 
‘ Keep that boy a close prisoner,’ said he to the 
warden of the castle. 
Then the King took secret counsel with the 
worst of his nobles, how the Prince was to be 
got rid of. Some said, ‘Put out his eyes and 
keep him in prison, as Robert of Normandy 
was kept.’ Others said, ‘ have him stabbed.’— 
Others, ‘ have him hanged.’ Others, ‘ have him 
poisoned.’ 
King John, feeling that in any case, what¬ 
ever was done afterwards, it would be a satis¬ 
faction to his mind to have those handsome 
eyes burnt out that had looked at him so proud¬ 
ly while his own Royal eyes were blinking at 
the stone floor, sent certain ruffians to Falaise 
to blind the boy with red-hot irons. But Ar¬ 
thur so pathetically entreated them, and shed 
such piteous tears, and so appealed to Hubert 
De Boukg, the warden of the castle, who had 
a lo^ for him, and was an honorable tender man, 
that Hubert could not bear it. To his eternal 
honor he prevented the torture from being per¬ 
formed, and, at his own risk, sent the savages 
away. 
The chafed and disappointed King bethought 
himself of the stabbing suggestion next, and, 
with his shuffling manner and his cruel face, 
proposed it to one William be Bray. 'I am a 
gentleman and not an executioner,’ said Wil¬ 
liam de Bray, and left the presence with dis¬ 
dain. 
But it was not difficult for a King to hire a 
murderer in those days. King John found one 
for his money, and sent him down to the Castle 
of Falaise. ' On what errand dost thou come,’ 
said Hubert to this fellow. ' To dispatch young 
Arthur,’ he returned. ‘ Go back to him who 
sent thee,’ answered Hubert, ‘ and say that I 
will do it!’ King John, very well knowing 
that Hubert would never do it, but that he 
courageously sent this reply to save the Prince 
or gain time, dispatched messengers to convey 
the young prisoner to the Castle of Rouen. 
Arthur was soon forced from the good Hu¬ 
bert — of whom he had never stood in greater 
need than then — carried away by night, and 
lodged in his new prison—where, through his 
grated window, he could hear the deep waters 
of the river Seine rippling against the stone 
wall below. One dark night, as he lay sleep¬ 
ing, dreaming perhaps of rescue by those un¬ 
fortunate gentlemen who were obscurely suf¬ 
fering and dying in his cause, he w r as roused, 
and bidden by his jailer to come down the 
staircase to the foot of the tower. He hurried¬ 
ly dressed himself and obeyed. When they 
came to the bottom of the winding-stairs, and 
the night air from the river blew upon their 
faces, the jailer trod upbn' his torch and put it 
out. Then, Arthur, in the darkness, was hur¬ 
riedly drawn into a solitary boat. And in that 
boat, he found his uncle and one other man.— 
He knelt to them, and prayed them not to mur¬ 
der him. Deaf to his entreaties, they stabbed 
him and sunk his body in the river with heavy 
stones. When the spring morning broke, the 
tower door was closed, the boat was gone, the 
river sparkled on its way, and never more was 
any trace of the poor boy beheld by mortal 
eyes.” Imlac. 
MR. BROWN’S MISHAPS. 
The following amusing sketch of the “ Mis¬ 
haps of a Bachelor” we find in one of our ex¬ 
changes. We don’t know when we have laugh¬ 
ed more heartily than on its perusal, and doubt 
not that our readers will find equal enjoyment 
in the recital of “Mr. Brown’s Mishaps 
Mr. Eliphalet Brown was a bachelor of thir¬ 
ty-five, or thereabouts ; one of those men who 
seem bom to pass through the world alone.— 
Save this peculiarity, there was nothing to dis¬ 
tinguish Mr. Brown from the multitude of other 
Browns who are born, grow up, and die in this 
world of ours. It chanced that Mr. Brown had 
occasion to visit a town some fifty miles distant 
on matters of business. It was his first visit 
to the place, and he proposed stopping for a 
day, to give himself an opportunity to look 
about. Walking leisurely along the street, he 
was all at once accosted by a child, who run up 
to him, exclaiming—“ Father, I want you to 
buy me some candy.” “ Father 1” Was it 
possible that he, a bachehn - , was addressed by 
that title 1 He could not believe it. “Who 
were you speaking to, my dear?” he inquired 
| of the little girl. “ I spoke to you, father,” 
said the little one, surprised. “Really,” thought 
Mr. Brown, “ this is embarrassing.” “ I am not 
your father, my dear,” he said. “ What is your 
name ?” The child laughed heartily, evidently 
thinking it a good joke. “ What a funny father 
you are,” she said; “but ain’t you going to 
buy me some candy?” “Yes, yes; I’ll buy 
you a pound if you won’t call me father any 
more,” said he, nervously. The little girl clap¬ 
ped her hands in delight. The promise was all 
she remembered. 
Mr. Brown proceeded to a confectionery store, 
where he actually bought a pound of candy, 
which he placed in the hands of the little girl. 
In coming out of the store they encountered the 
child’s mother. “Oh, mother,” said the little 
girl, “just see how much candy father has 
bought for me.” “ You shouldn’t have bought 
her so much at a time, Mr. Jones,” said the 
lady, “ I am afraid she will make herself sick. 
But how did you happen to get home so quick? 
I did not expect yon until night.” “ Jones—I 
—madam,” said ihe embarrassed Mr. Brown, 
“it’s all a mistake; I ain’t Jones at all. It 
isn’t my name ; I am Eliphalet Brown, of W., 
and this is the first time that I ever came to 
this city.” “ Good heavens, Mr. Jones, what 
has put this silly tale into your head ? You 
have concluded to change your name, have you? 
Perhaps it is your intention to change your 
wife ?” Mrs. Jones’ tone was defiant, and this 
only intended to increase Mr. Brown’s embar¬ 
rassment. “ I havn’t any wife, madam; I never 
had any. On my word as a gentleman, I never 
was married 1" “ And do you intend to palm 
this tale off on me ?” said Mrs. Jones, with ex¬ 
citement. “ If you are not married, I would 
like to know who I am ?” “I have no doubt 
you are a most respectable lady,” said Mr. 
Brown, “and I conjecture, from what you have 
said, that your name is Jones; but mine is 
Brown, madam, and always was.” “ Melinda!” 
said her mother, suddenly taking the child by 
the arm and leading her up to Mr. Brown, 
“Melinda, who is this gentleman?” “Why, 
that is father,” was the child’s immediate reply, 
as she confidently placed her hands in his.— 
You hear that, Mr. Jones, do you ? You hear 
what that innocent child says, and yet you 
have the unblushing impudence to deny that 
you are my husband. The voice of nature, 
speaking through the child, should overwhelm 
you. I’d like to know if you are not her fath¬ 
er, why you are buying caDdy for her? I 
would like to have you answer that. But I 
presume you never saw her in your life.” “I 
never did ; on my honor, I never did. I told 
her I would give her the candy if she wouldn’t 
call me father any more.” “ You did, did you? 
Bribed your own child not to call you father ! 
Oh, Mr. Jones, this is infamous 1 Do you in¬ 
tend to desert me, sir, and leave me to the cold 
charities of the world—and is this your first 
step?” Mrs. Jones was so overcome that, with¬ 
out any warning, she fell back upon the side¬ 
walk in a fainting fit. Instantly a number of 
persons ran to her assistance. “Mr. Jones, is 
your wife subject to fainting in this way ?” 
asked the first comer of Mr. Brown. “ I don’t 
know. She isn’t my wife. I don’t know any¬ 
thing about her,” stammered Brown. “ Why, 
it’s Mrs. Jones, ain’t it?” “Yes, but I’m not 
Mr. Jones.” “ Sir,” said the first speaker, 
sternly, “this is no time to jest. I trust that 
you are not the cause of the excitement which 
must have occasioned your wife’s fainting fit. 
You had better call a coach and carry her home 
directty.” Poor Brown was dumbfounded. “I 
wonder,” thought he, “ whether it’s possible 
that I’m really Jones, and I have gone crazy, 
in consequence of which I fancy that my name 
is Brown. And yet I don’t think I’m Jones. 
In spite of all, I will insist that my name is 
Brown.” “ Well, sir, what are you waiting for? 
It is necessary that your wife should be re¬ 
moved immediately. Will you order a car¬ 
riage ?” Brown saw that it was of no use to 
protract the discussion by a denial. He, there¬ 
fore, without contesting the point, ordered a 
hackney coach to the spot. 
Mr. Brown accoidiDgly lent an arm to Mrs. 
Jones, who had somewhat recovered, and was 
about to close the door upon her. “ What, are 
you not going with her yourself?” “Why no; 
why should I?” “Your wife should not go 
alone ; she has hardly recovered.” Brown gave 
a despairing glance at the crowd around him, 
and deeming it useless to make opposition 
where so many seemed thoroughly convinced 
that he was Mr. Jones, followed the lady in.— 
“ Where shall I drive ?” asked the driver. “ I 
—I—I—don’t know,” said Mr. Brown. “Where 
would you wish to be carried, Mrs. Jones ?”— 
•' Home, of course,” murmured Mrs. Jones.— 
“ Where is that ?” asked the driver. “ I do not 
know,” said Mr. Brown. “ No. 19 H-street,” 
said the gentleman already introduced, glanc¬ 
ing contemptuously at Brown. “ Will you help 
me out, Mr. Jones ?” said the lady,“I am not 
fully recovered from the fainting fit into which 
your cruelty drove me.” “ Are you quite sure 
that I am Mr. Jones ?’ asked Mr. Brown, with 
anxiety. “ Of course,” said Mrs. Jones.— 
“Then,” said he, resignedly, “I suppose I am. 
But if you will believe me, I was firmly con¬ 
vinced this morning that my name was Brown, 
and to tell the truth, ^have’nt any recollection 
of this house.” Brow# helped Mrs. Jones into 
the parlor; but, good heavens! conceive the 
astonishment of all when a man was discovered 
seated in an arm chair, who was the very fac 
simile of Mr. Brown, in form, features, and ev¬ 
ery other respect! “ Gracious !” ejaculated the 
lady—“ which—which is my husband ?” An 
explanation was given, the mystery cleared up, 
and Mr. Brown’s pardon sought for the embar¬ 
rassing mistake. It ras freely accorded by 
Mr. Brown, who was quite delighted to think 
that after all he was not Mr. Jones, with a wife 
and child to boot Mr. Brown has not since 
visited the place where this mishap occurred. 
-- 
A SHORT STORY, 
WITH A PHETUY GOOD MORAL. 
We must work. Many who have been fortu¬ 
nate in business and having early acquired 
wealth, have retired from the active pursuits 
of life, to find what they call ease, have found 
instead, an accumulation of cares and evil, real 
and imaginary, which they never supposed to 
be connected with a life of idleness. There, 
for instance, is our old friend Coffee, for many 
years one of the firm of Coffee, Rice & Co., 
wholesale grocers in South street. Coffee com¬ 
menced business in early life, and being en¬ 
terprising and energetic, and “as busy as a 
bee,” the business prospered and the firm be¬ 
came widely known for their successful trading. 
After Coffee had been in business for about 
twenty years, he concluded that he would 
retire from active life and spend the rest of his 
days (he w T as only forty-five) in some secluded 
spot, where the fluctuations of the flour mar¬ 
ket, or the rise and fall of pork and molasses, 
would disturb his quiet soul no longer. He 
would not be an anchorite, no, not he. He 
loved good living and good society too well 
for that. He would build him a mansion in 
the country, far away from the noisy sounds 
and noisome smells of South street. He would 
provide ample accommodations for friends who 
might come to partake of his good cheer, and 
he w r ould lead a pleasant easy life. Such 
were his plans. But alas, poor Coffee! while 
thou wast acquainted with all the ins and 
outs of trade, thou was ignorant of thine own 
self. 
The partnership was dissolved, the site for a 
house selected, and in due time, a splendid 
mansion was built. It was the most elegant 
mansion in all those parts. The honest rustics 
gazed with astonishment on the evidences of 
wealth it displayed, the country storekeeper 
congratulated himself on the probable acquisi¬ 
tion of a customer, the village doctor calculated 
on an additional patient, while the poor parson 
rejoiced in his heart that there was some proba¬ 
bility of having his snuill salary increased by 
the liberality of a retired merchant. For the 
first months everything went on admirably.— 
Coffee had enough to keep him at work in ar¬ 
ranging matters around the new place, and get¬ 
ting everything in proper order for permanent 
use. But when all this was accomplished time 
hung heavily on his hands. There was nothing 
to keep him employed—for all the work on his 
place was done by hired hands, and as he was 
determined to be free from all care he even 
employed a man as overseer over the whole.— 
The sum total of Coffee’s daily occupation was 
eating, drinking and sleeping with a little read¬ 
ing and an occasional ride. It was not long be¬ 
fore symptoms of dyspepsia and of gout ap¬ 
peared, and after suffering months of untold 
agony he left his splendid mansion for “ the 
narrow house appointed for all living.” Poor 
fellow ! He died because he had nothing else to do) 
Then there was his neighbor Lapstone, who 
tried hard to keep souls into the bodies of him¬ 
self and wife and eight children, by daily ply¬ 
ing his honest trade of shoemaking. Lapstone’s 
humble house was almost under the shadow of 
the great mansion, and he often sighed, as he 
looked up from his leather seat and saw the 
rich Coffee whirl rapidly by in his splendid 
coach, and was as often tempted to break the 
tenth commandment, and wish himself away 
from his wax ends and his awls, and in posses¬ 
sion of some of his neighbor’s riches. True, 
Lapstone was in comfortable circumstances, 
though he was a poor man. He had a little 
garden patch where he could labor for an hour 
or two every day, and while providing for his 
table be preparing himself by out-door exercise 
for the in-door confinement of his trade. Then 
his wife was a perfect model of a woman, frugal 
and industrious, while the eight young Lap- 
stones were hearty and robust, and some of 
them old enough to work in the shop. But 
Lapstone had fancied, as he saw the wealth 
and show of neighbor, that it was a fine thing 
to be rich and to take the world easy. There¬ 
fore he had sighed when his neighbor rode 
lazily along in his carriage, while he sat for 
ten hours a day hammering sole-leather. But 
when at lenght he saw the funeral train which 
carried the rich idler to his long home, he came 
to the conclusion that health was better than wealth, 
and contentment more to be desired than great riches. 
And that’s the moral of this story. 
fmitl’s fern. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
G EOGRAFHICAL ENIGMA. — ACROSTICAL. 
I am composed of 18 letters. 
My 1, 5,10, 6, 3 is one of the United States. 
My 2, 16,10, 3 is a lake in North America. 
My 3,12, 6, 5 is a celebrated volcano. 
My 4, 10, 9, 13,10, 9 is an island east of Asia. 
My 5, 16, 5, 16, 5, 12 is a mountain mentioned 
in Scripture. 
My 6, 5, 6, 12, 3, 13 is a city in France. 
My 7, 3, 6,1, 5, 16, 4 is a small kingdom of Eu¬ 
rope. 
My 8, 9, 3,3,6,13 is a county belonging to N. Y. 
My 9, 7,10, 6, 5 is a city in Italy. 
My 10, 6, 7, 10, 5 is a country in Asia. 
My 11, 5, 13, 12 is a river near New York city. 
My 12, 9, 16, 10, 6 is a city in Italy. 
My 13,10,6,5,10 is one of the sacred mountains. 
My 14,11, 16, 13, 10, 5 is a division of Asia. 
My 15, 6, 7, 9, 13 is a river in Hindostan. 
My 16,2, 7 is a branch of the Mississippi. 
My 17, 6, 7,10, 5, 6 is the name of an ocean. 
My 18, 5, 9, 16, 9,13 is a range of mountains in 
Turkey. 
My whole is a rare and valuable ornament. 
Union, Broome Co., N. Y. F. A. C. 
j pgf ” Answer next week. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
ALGEBRAICAL PROBLEM. 
A general wishing to form his men in a 
square, tried in two ways ; the first time he had 
thirty-nine men over. The second time having 
extended the square by one man, he wanted 
fifty men to complete the square. How many 
men was in the regiment ? w. r. g. 
Tally, Onondaga Co., N. Y. 
Answer next week. 
Of a multiform figure am I; 
I scruple with none to shake hands, 
And my service you cannot deny. 
Though your servants obey my commands. 
That they often abuse me, I know ; 
But my character that can’t affect. 
For excellent cause can I show 
Why I ought to retain your respect. 
Betwixt friends I’m an agent at will, 
Ever ready to answer a call; 
Your mandate I’m wont to fulfil, 
Submissive alike to you all. 
I frequently startle weak nerves 
By my sudden and boisterous tone, 
Though my more gentle accent oft serves 
To excite glad emotions you’ll own. 
Answer next week. 
Lizzy and Kitty. —A child, on whose head 
the light of three short summers had fallen, 
was left for an hour with “grandma,” who 
thought best to chide the fairy-footed “imp’* 
skipping about, dancing to her shadow in the 
sunlight, and bid her sit down and be still, like 
the cat. With a demure look, and pouting the 
pretty lip so lately wreathed in smiles, she 
seated herself beside puss, and passing her dim¬ 
pled arm around the neck of her meek friend, 
whispered—“ There be one here Lizzy don’t 
love,but it aint you, Kitty, nor it aint me either.’ 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma in No. 354 : 
Open rebuke is better than secret love. 
Answer to Charade in No. 354:—Lent-i-form. 
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ability is presented an opportunity for the realization of easy, 
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For further information apply to D. M. SMYTH, Patentee, 
Ollice of “ Smyth’s Patent Platform Scales,” 
347 50 State St.. (Cooper’s Building,) Albany, N. Y. 
200,000 APPLE TREES. 
I have on hand and will sell One Hundred Thousand two year 
old Grafted Apple Trees, thrifty and fine, 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 
HOT WATER WARMING APPARATUS. 
F OR 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 oi fuel. Fully aware of the dilliculties which 
Florists and Horticulturists have experienced in their vain en¬ 
deavors to provent 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 test during the 
past winter, (as the following testimonial will show,) and with 
the most satisfactory results. We shall be happy to serd, by 
mail, estimates for putting up our apparatus, to all who will 
send ns drawings showing ground plnn of their Green IIou es 
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. 
Chafin, Treadwell A Co. We consider it perfect for the 
purpose designed, and have warmed our Green Houses in this 
manner during the past sovero 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 loss than that roqnired any previ¬ 
ous season. B. K. BLISS A HAVEN. 
Springfiold, Mass., May 24, 1856. 335w26 
FOR SALE. 
A farm containing 142 acres, with good buildings, brick 
nouse, horse stable, two good hay barns, etc., situated on the 
East Bank of the Genesee River, in West Brighton, about four 
miles from Rochester. 
Also, a House and Lot on Exchange street, known as the 
“Franklin House.” 
The above property il not sold soon will be rented. For par¬ 
ticulars apply to B. M. Baker, at his Livery Office, North Fitz- 
hngh street, Rochester. HIRAM WOOD, 
B. M. BAKER, 
825-tf Administrators to Jos. Wood’s Estate 
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