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MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
DEC. 20. 
the OLD COUNTRY HOUSE. 
I know a house, its open doors 
Wide set to catch the scented breeze, 
While, dimpliBg all the oaken floors, 
Faint shadows of the swaying trees 
Pass in and out like spectral things, 
Dim creatures born of summer light, 
Till through the deepening twilight springs 
A paler radiance of the night. 
Then softly in those silent hours 
Fair faces grow upon the gloom, 
And whisper’d words of unseen powers 
Breath inward with the garden bloom 
Of roses clinging to the walls, 
And lawns smooth mown with punctual shears, 
While over roof and threshold falls 
The peace of many a hundred years. 
Unfolding low their ivory fringe, 
The lilies lie upon the pond! 
The firs have"caught the sunset tinge, 
And murmur, elfin.like, beyond: 
I think whoever sought that grove, 
To dream an hour of love or heaven, 
Might, wrapt in some strange mystery, rove, 
And find his year had grown to seven ! 
Great elms, a glorious altar-veil, 
Screen off the yellow evening skies ; 
'Mid those thick branches, blue and pale, 
The gentle smoke doth curling rise, 
And wavering in the waveless air, 
A certain tender touch impart 
To what were else too calmly fair, 
Like memory in some heaven-taught heart. 
Across the broad unbroken glade 
Which guards this house on either hand. 
The beech-clumps sprinkle showers of shade, 
These outposts of the forest stand, 
And guard the kingdom of the deer, 
The stillness of their charm’d domain. 
Where Spring chimes matins every year. 
And Autumn leaves fall down like rain. 
For miles these beeches rise and fall, 
And ripple like some inland sea ; 
From bough to bough the wood-birds call, 
And squirrels nest in every tree ; 
Blue depths of distance melt away 
As far as vision may discern, 
And all the open slopes are gay 
With foxgloves and the taDgled fern. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
A CHRISTMAS STORY. 
BY MRS. M. W. H. 
A REMINISCENCE. 
A pleasant Christmas morning, nearly thirty 
years ago, found me in the “ Modern Athens,” 
with a day of leisure before me, or rather a 
choice as to the manner in which I would em¬ 
ploy it. After a short deliberation it was pro¬ 
posed by the friend who accompanied me, that 
we should visit the “House of Industry”—then 
and for many years subsequently, situated in 
South Boston—with the Superintendent of 
which my friend had some acquaintance. A 
short sleigh-ride brought us to the gate of that 
noble Institution, which has afforded relief and 
shelter to many of the indigent sons and daugh¬ 
ters of humanity — some, who have doubtless 
borne the crushing ills of poverty without 
yielding their integrity, though Vice, with its 
ten thousand alluring baits, falsely promised 
relief by following in her train. Others, per 
haps brought low by their own misdeeds, and 
rendered tenfold more wretched in the grasp 
of misery, by this consciousness, have here 
found a refuge, if not for themselves, for their 
helpless and unoffending families. I am speak¬ 
ing of a time previous to the establishment of 
“Farm Schools for Boys,” “The Reform School 
for Girls,” “Soup Houses,” and various other 
institutions of similar character and aims; of a 
time when if a whole family were destitute and 
miserable, they were taken to this noble Insti¬ 
tution, cleansed, clothed, fed, employed and 
taught. 
We were shown into a reception room of large 
size, neatly and plainly furnished. A large 
picture hanging on the wall attracted my at¬ 
tention. It was a painting of the building 
and its grounds, with figures of the artist and 
his dog—the latter seemingly enjoying the 
scene as much as his master. As the Superin¬ 
tendent entered the room, he said to my com¬ 
panion—“ Perhaps you do not recognize in that 
picture the hand of Theodore P., a somewhat 
noted painter of his time, who was but a year 
since an inmate of this place. Broken down in 
health and intellect by intemperance, but 
guilty of no crime punishable by law, he came 
here to finish his days, ere years alone could 
have impaired his usefulness—but perhaps 
shall speak of him again before you leave, so if 
you please we will visit the schools.” 
We were shown into a room where were 
about seventy boys, from twelve years of age 
down to the toddling wee thing—the to be me¬ 
chanics, statesmen, merchants, and governors of 
a land where « antecedents ” stand not in the 
path of honorable ambition and preferment.— 
These little fellows were clad in a uniform of 
comfortable winter garments. They were un¬ 
der the care of a female teacher and assistant 
who evinced much zeal and kindness,—the 
children showing by many little acts that they 
were loved and appreciated. From thence we 
passed to the girls’ school-room, which was pre 
cisely like the other. Here were nearly eighty 
girls of from two to fifteen years of age, whose 
costume consisted of red flannel dresses and 
blue checked aprons. The most scrupulous 
neatness pervaded both rooms, and across the 
end of each were laid buffalo robes, where the 
little tired forms could stretch themselves for a 
nap. We then visited the children’s dining 
hall where the long table was set for supper 
with a hundred and fifty bright tin pans and 
spoons ready to be used in the process of dis¬ 
cussing hasty pudding and molasses—food, of 
which Barlow has said, with more truth than 
beauty— 
« A wholesome dish, and well deserving praise, 
A great resource in those bleak wintry days 
When the chilled earth lies buried deep in snow, 
And raging Boreas dries the shivering cow.” 
Giving a hasty glance at the hospital wards, 
the rooms where the men were “picking oak¬ 
um," others, where women were knitting and 
sewing, the cook-room,store-room,nursery, Ac., 
we passed on towards the chapel. As we 
passed the nursery, the Secretary paused at the 
door to register a new inmate. The mother, in 
reply to his damand for the name, said she had 
not thought of a name. “Think quick," said 
he, “ for I must put down some name." “ May 
I call him by your name ?” said she to the Su¬ 
perintendent. “Oh yes,” was the reply, “not 
the least objection ; may be he will be Presi¬ 
dent, at any rate I hope he may make a better 
man than his namesakeand accordingly the 
name was registered G-S-. 
THB BLIND MUSICIAN. 
As we approached the chapel, the sounds of 
an organ, played in its softest tones, accompa¬ 
nied by an exquisite female voice, stole along 
the passages of the large building, though but 
few of the four hundred and fifty of its inmates 
were within hearing of the delicious melody. 
As Mr. S. opened the door, his step was in¬ 
stantly recognized by Jeannie P., a blind girl 
about twenty years of age. With a sweet 
smile, and sweeter tone, she said —“Mr. S 
what shall I play for you to-day ? I see you 
have friends with you, what would they like ?’’ 
It being left to her^own choice, she sang and 
played, in the most touching manner, the still 
beautiful song, “Blue-eyed Mary.” 1 could 
not suppress the tears that would well to the 
eyes, at the thought of that lone being shut out 
from the sunlight that beautified the winter 
landscape, and gleamed in subdued rays through 
the evergreens that were displayed in appro¬ 
priate mottoes and ornaments on the walls and 
pillars, to commemorate the day on which the 
Savior came to earth to be eyes for the blind 
and feet for the lame; who still reaches forth 
his hand saying — “ Come unto me all ye that 
are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you 
rest.” 
On leaving the chapel I expressed a strong 
interest in the sightless musician, when Mr. S 
said if we felt inclined for an hour’s conversa¬ 
tion, he would give us something of her history, 
and as that of Mr. P. was connected with ft. 
he must begin in the true story-telling style by 
giving a history of her parents. He then rela¬ 
ted the following : 
“Jeannie Leslie, the mother of the girl 
whom you have seen, was a young lady pos 
sessed of excellent qualities of mind and dis¬ 
position, with an education rarely equalled, for 
it had been mostly of the useful and practical 
sort,obtained while assisting a widoi^pd moth¬ 
er to make the home of herself and brother, 
the happiest spot on earth. When the daugh¬ 
ter was about twenty years of age, she became 
acquainted with Theodore P., between herself 
and whom there soon grew up a tie stronger 
than mere friendship. Between Jeannie Les¬ 
lie's brother and Theodore P. existed a strong 
and mutual dislike. George Leslie knew of 
no positive, or glaring defect in the character of 
his sister’s lover, but, possessing a blunt, ener¬ 
getic character himself, he could not bear to see 
a sister whom he loved, attaching herself to one 
in whom he thought he could detect selfishness, 
indolence, and an overweening conceit — char 
acteristics, which he felt sure would wreck the 
happiness of any sensitive woman, and bring 
misery into a household. As is usual in such 
cases, his sister thought he saw Theodore with 
prejudiced eyes, and she resolved to marry the 
artist, who had won her pure and whole heart 
to himself. She regarded him as little short of 
perfection ; but the brother, as the sequel 
proved, knew him better. 
The marriage was hastened by the death of 
Jeannie’s mother, and the brother became so 
exasperated, he forswore all relationship and 
intercourse with his only sister, notwithstand¬ 
ing his mother recommended her to his care 
with her last breath. 
Theodore P. brought his wife to Boston; 
hired a house and commenced housekeeping in 
accordance with his tastes, which were, unfor¬ 
tunately, somewhat in advance of his fortune. 
This might not have been positively disastrous, 
had he pursued his business with energy and 
such skill as had already secured him a good 
reputation. But alas ! his indolent habits 
grew upon him so that he lost patronage, and 
finally became so intemperate, people would 
not employ him. Troubled years wore on ; his 
family increased; and he would seldom use his 
brush except to procure the means of indulging 
his depraved appetite. The most judicious 
efforts of the best of wives could not arrest his 
downward course. He still maintained the 
bearing and dress of a gentleman ; for the lat¬ 
ter, however, he was indebted to the untiring 
industry and good management of his wife. 
When little Jeannie was about two years old, 
that awful scourge of children, the Scarlet Fe¬ 
ver, entered their dwelling, taking their elder 
ones from the circle, and leaving Jeannie— I 
had almost said worse than dead—hopelessly 
and totally blind. The shock to the poor 
mother was almost fatal; but after a while she 
began to feel more resigned, and wished to live 
that she might instruct and guide the darling 
whose sunshine had gone out forever. She 
fondly hoped, too, that these afflictions would 
win back her erring husband; but in this she 
was disappointed, as long years of sorrow did 
not fail to testify. 
Very early, Jeannie evinced a strong passion 
for music, and would learn everything she heard 
with almost a supernatural readiness and accu¬ 
racy. Forty years ago such facilities for in¬ 
structing the blind did not exist as are easily 
attainable now ; therefore Mrs. P. devoted her¬ 
self to the instruction of her child with all the 
energy of an unselfish, patient, and capable 
mother. She would sit at her sewing by which 
she earned bread for the family, P. included, 
with her book open by her side, and the little 
one at her feet, and pour instiuction into the 
child’s mind, by teaching her to repeat pas¬ 
sages of scripture, hymns, stories, scraps of 
history, Ac. 
In the meantime, George Leslie had mar¬ 
ried ; had accumulated a fortune, and lived in 
an elegant mansion a few miles from the city. 
His wife had always encouraged his keeping at 
a goodly distance from his poor relatives. Mrs. 
Leslie possessed much of that pridt of birth 
(having descended from a Governor) that is so 
contemptible among republicans, and Is always 
indicative of a lack of better things in which 
to found a claim to consequence. She had but 
one child, a son, who was growing up in a path 
we can easily trace out for the son of a mother 
who taught him, in early childhood, to look 
with contempt on those plebian children who 
could not boast of a relationship to soibe high 
functionary. 
On the evening before Christmas, ten years 
ago, Mr. LESLIE sat before his ample parlor fire, 
wrapped in a splendid dressing-gown. The 
howling of the storm without, as it stolj into 
the room, was deadened by the ample folds of 
rich drapery that shaded the windows, giving 
the rich man an intense feeling of security and 
enjoyment. Yet an occasional sigh of the wind 
would reach his ear and rouse a recollectiot of 
his early home, where at this season the witds 
would howl and shake the naked branches o; a 
giant oak that sheltered the widow's cottage. 
He thought of his dying mother, and the lock 
she gave him when she charged him, wi h hpr 
expiring breath, to be kind to his only Bister. 
And how had he fulfilled that trust 1 A pang 
shot through his heart as he thought o) that 
sister from whom he had been so long estranged, 
now living in poverty, with a poor blind ;hild 
to support, a child dear to her as his owj son 
was to him. The heart of the stern man soft¬ 
ened towards all humanity, as he thoug.it of 
the advent, suffering and mission of that Sa¬ 
vior whose birth was to be commemorated on 
the following day. He asked himself the 
question which we should all put to oumlves 
_Have I dealt as leniently with the faulis of 
others, and done in all cases as I should wish 
them to do by me ? Have I not selfishly hoard, 
ed the mammon of unrighteousness, instead o! 
making friends who would stand by my side 
in the presence of the Master, and say— ‘ I was 
naked and ye clothed me, sick and in prison 
and ye ministered unto me.’ Alone with his 
onscience and his Maker, did George Leslie 
resolve that life would use his property while he 
yet lived so as t * be able to give a good account 
of his stewardship. In this frame of mind he 
retired to his chamber. With the first beams 
of morning he arose with an elasticity of body 
and mind to which he had long been a stran¬ 
ger. As the Christmas bells pealed over tie 
snow-clad hills, and reached his dwelling in 
softened vibrations, they whispered peace to 
his soul. 
, pirst,’ thought Mr. Leslie, as he ordered 
his horse to go to the city, ‘ I will see that my 
poor sister is provided with something to make 
her bitter cup less insupportable.’ He found 
no difficulty in discovering the house, which he 
dreaded to enter, lest he should encounter P., 
on whom he could not yet look with such a 
degree of Christian feeling as he wished to ex¬ 
ercise. Nor can we blame him if he could not. 
His unlooked for appearance in the abode of 
his sister, vvhose dwelling was scarcely respect¬ 
able, caused no little trepidation in the hearts 
of its suffering inmates. Fortunately the hus¬ 
band and father was absent. He did not ask 
what they most needed, for he saw that they 
needed everything but the Christian virtues, 
and those were the sister’s in a degree that no 
trouble could cause her to swerve from duty.— 
He talked with his little neice, who was about 
ten years of age, and asked her a great many 
questions about her love of music, and had her 
sing some of the songs her mother had taught 
her. At length he asked her if she would like 
to have a teacher and learn to play on an in¬ 
strument ? The child clasped her hands and 
raised her pale face towards her Uncle, ex¬ 
claiming, in an ecstacy of delight—‘O how 
happy it would make roe.’ But, after a mo 
ment, with a shade of sadness in her tone, she 
added, ‘ We are too poor; dear mother works 
so hard it makes her almost sick, and how could 
she pay a teacher ?” ‘ I will see to that,’ said 
the uncle, as he rose to depart, telling his sistei 
he would call occasionally. Taking her hand, 
i Promise me,’ said he, ‘ you will not kill 
yourself working for that— he checked him¬ 
self and did not finish the sentence, and when 
he let go her hand, it contained a sum of money 
to which it had long been a stranger. 
As Mr. Leslie left the house, he drove to a 
grocery store, where he ordered a variety of ar¬ 
ticles which were speedily transferred to the 
long empty store-room of Mrs. P. The next 
day a fine parlor organ, the one you saw in the 
chapel, was sent as a present to the blind Jean¬ 
nie. She has sometimes tried to tell me her 
sensations when she first brought forth the 
sounds from that instrument, aud knew it was 
hers ; but she always ends by bursting into 
tears. Mr. Leslie performed many other acts 
of benevolence on that and many succeeding 
Christmas and other days, which brought a 
peace to his heart in which his fashionable,sel¬ 
fish wife and dashing son could not participate. 
He was still in the prime of life, and perhaps 
supposed he should live to a good old age, and 
never thought of the necessity of providing in 
a legal way for the care of his sister, as he al¬ 
ways intended to support her. But the inexo¬ 
rable leveler of all humanity called for him in 
an hour he thought not of, and would not wait | 
for him to repair past neglect. This sudden 
and appalling calamity was such a shook to 
Mrs. P., that her constitution, already impaired, 
succumbed to disease, and a few weeks saw 
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Jiannib's organ was transferred to the chapel, 
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THE DRUNKARD’S END. 
P.’s sudden abandonment of intoxicating 
drinks cost him a severe fit of delirium tremens, 
from which, however, he at length recovered, 
and gradually began to evince a desire to use 
his brush. We supplied him with materials, 
and on a fine day he seated himself on that 
knoll yonder, with his dog intently eyeing him, 
as you see in the picture. When the painting 
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Not long after this, he secretly left the house 
and went over to the city, where he met with 
seme of his old associates, and drank till he be 
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Jeannie did not mourn his loss, as she had 
never seen him, nor had he ever endeared him 
self to his affectionate child by any of the 
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increasing. There are five sizes, made of 
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es, as a means of promoting the general 
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“Do you know what the December wind 
says, grandpa ?” asked a little child at an old 
merchant's lmee. 
“No, puss ; what does it?” he answered, 
stroking her fair hair. 
Remember the poor 1’ grandpa; when it 
comes down the chimney, it roars, ‘ Remember 
the poor; when it puts its great mouth to the 
keyhole, it whistles, ‘Remember the poor;’ when 
it strides through a crack in the door, it whis¬ 
pers it; and, grandpa, when it blows your 
beautiful silver hair in the street, and you--. ., _ 
shiver and button up your coat, does It not get They are portablo, durable and cheap, and are not excelled 
at your ear and say so too, in a still small voice, by-J*r filter ^ cQ> Roche8ter _ N y 
grandpa? ____ 
“Why, what does the child mean?” cried wheat farm for sale. 
grandpa, who, I am afraid, had been used to Located in Farmington, Ontario Co, N. Y., 3 miles fromVic- 
’ , , , , 7 , tor village, and hi mile south ol Brown ville. Containing 98 acres; 
shut his heart against suen words. “ YOU want 80 n w8 u adapted for wheat or othercropB. Large stone house, 
a new muff and tippet, I reckon ; a pretty way new bam : peach and apple orchardsof choice fruit Price$5,- 
f , Al A r “ \c X. 1 > J 000. Inquire of JOHN G. ROBINS on the premises, of 8 
to get them out Of your old grand lather. BOUGUTON, Victor, or tho subscriber, East Pembroke, Gene- 
“No, grandpa,” said the child earnestly, see County. d. c. Houghton. 
shaking her head, “no; it’s the no muff and 
February, 1856. 
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tippet children I’m thinking of; my mother 
always remembers them, and so do I try.” 
After the next storm the old merchant sent 
5ft.y dollars to the treasurer ot a relief society, 
tnd said, call for more when you want it. The 
ireasurer stared with surprise, for it was the 
first time he had collected more than a dollar 
f’om him. and that,he thought,came grudingly, 
“Why," said the rich old merchant afterwards, 
“I could never get rid of that child’s words; 
they stuck to me like glue.” 
“ And a little child shall lead them,” says the 
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Inswer to Miscellaneous Enigma in No. 362: 
Heart. 
Answer to Mathematical Problem in No. 362: 
66% feet. 
