same time, and now it is worth ten times the 
money he paid out for it—he always was lucky.” 
“I believe he employed an agent to examine all 
the deeds and titles carefully before he purchased, 
did he not, John ?” 
“Yes, and paid him an exorbitant price, too ; I 
. never would encourage such extortion. Besides, 
Edwards, who sold me my claim, assured me that 
1 he knew it to be perfectly good, and I could never 
l have had the face to question the honesty of an 
, old friend and neighbor.” 
“ It seems he had the face to cheat you out of your 
money,” said the old gentleman, smiling again, 
f but more faintly than before. “ Is there no chance 
f to recover anything of him ?” 
“None at all. Jones told me, confidentially, a 
> couple of weeks ago, that he suspected all was not 
i right, and advised me to keep my eye on Edwards, 
but I thought there was no hurry, and yesterday I 
learned that he had sailed from New York, no one 
* knows where. So I have to make the best of my 
’ luck.” 
1 “You use that word luck pretty freely, John— 
! may I ask what you mean by it, and on what 
ground you charge all your misfortunes to it?” 
j. “Why, you cannot deny, Uncle William, that 
some men are constitutionally unlucky, while 
’ others, with no greater advantages, and seemingly 
in the very same circumstances, will prosper in 
5 every undertaking. I could give you plenty of 
I instances here under our own observation.” 
“Suppose you give one, that will do very well.” 
“Well, then, I can mention none better than 
Jones and myself. We began life together as me¬ 
chanics, with nearly equal advantages in every 
respect, except that I had a little the better of him, 
i in inheriting that small farm of my father’s. We 
were married at the same time, and our wives were 
both prudent, careful housekeepers — models in 
every respect. My family is no larger than his, 
but look at the contrast now. His business has 
. gone steadily upward, until he has all he can at¬ 
tend to, with the help of several apprentices, 
while I, who have been always called the best 
workman, can hardly find employment for one. 
I am still living in an inconvenient, rented house, 
r while Jones has a snug little home of his own, 
with garden, fruit, and every comfort of life. His 
children are healthy, and his wife looks no older 
than when he married her, ten years ago; while 
i my poor Mart is thin and care-worn, and my doc¬ 
tor’s bill is almost as much as my rent. I am sure 
I have made every possible exertion; I work as 
hard as Jones, but there is such a thing as luck, 
and mine, thus far, has been bad enough.” 
“ Now, John Eastman,” began the old man 
slowly, “I want you to listen to me. You talk 
about luck, and I, an old man, who has seen seven¬ 
ty odd years of life, I tell you there is no such thing 
as luck. The thread of your destiny was never 
put into the hands of the blind goddess, Fate, to 
be twisted and tangled at her will. I believe in a 
Divine Providence that overrules all things, but I 
believe that every man makes his own track thro’ 
^ life, and is responsible for a great measure of its 
roughness.” 
“ Then you would throw all the blame of a 
man’s misfortunes upon himself. That seems 
rather hard.” 
“ It is a great thing for a man to learn to distin¬ 
guish between those things which are the results 
of his own unwise action, and those that spring 
from causes beyond his control.” 
“I admit this, but I am sure I have always tried 
to act according to my best judgment, and a man 
can do no more than that.” 
“If you will not be angry with me, John, I 
would like to talk to you a little about your best 
judgment.” 
“ Oh, there is no fear of that, Uncle William— 
you know I always take your advice kindly, al¬ 
though I cannot quite agree with j’ou in your ways 
of thinking.” 
“ People that take advice so kindly are not sure 
to make much use of it; but no matter. When I 
came in this morning I found you in a great rage 
over your bad luck in losing that job of work, 
which I suppose went to Jones, as his shop is al¬ 
ways open. Pray, who was to blame for that but 
yourself, for neglecting jmur engagement to meet 
the agent? And will the evil results stop with 
the loss of this one job ? Those men, as you well 
know, have occasion for thousands of dollars worth 
of work in your line every year, and will it not be 
natural that, in deciding where to look in future, 
they should distrust a man who failed to meet an 
appointment in which his own interests were in¬ 
volved? Ah, John, I see more lad luck in store 
for you there.” 
“I intended to keep the engagement, but the 
disappointment about my land put it all out of my 
mind.” 
“ That land business, again; now look at that 
and see how much luck had to do with it. Which 
was the wiser, Jones, who paid a competent man 
for making sure his claim, or you, who trusted to 
luck, and the honesty of a speculator, and so lost 
the whole ?” 
“Well, I may have erred in judgment in some 
cases, but, after all, I am a firm believer in the 
wisdom of the old proverb, which teaches that 
some men are born with silver spoons in their 
mouths, and some with wooden ones.” 
“Very likely, John, very likely, but the accident 
of birth is nothing, and the wooden spoon, if 
rightly handled, will carry more meat to the mouth 
than the silver one. All depends on the manage¬ 
ment.” 
The old gentleman took up his cane and went 
out of the shop, saying, pleasantly, “You must 
learn to carry your spoon more steadily, friend 
JonN, or you’ll never find it of much use, be it silver 
or wooden.” 
“ Just like Uncle William,” said John Eastman 
to himself as he locked up his shop and turned to¬ 
ward home, “ he is always laying the blame of my 
misfortunes on my own shoulders, and 3 r et one 1 
cannot get angry with him. Ileigho ! this has been 
an unlucky day to me. I would not care so much 
about the land if it were not for Mary, she will be i 
dreadfully disappointed that the money is gone.” i 
As he opened the door to enter his home, his ■ 
wife looked up from her sewing, with a happier < 
expression in her pale face than he had seen there 1 
in a long time, as she eagerly asked, “ Have you j ( 
seen Mr. Ward since morning, John?” ( 
“No—why do you ask?” replied he, with an 
involuntary sinking of his feelings as he half 
guessed the reason. 
“He was here just after you went to the shop,— 
this morning, and told me to tell you, in case he 
should not see you, that he had decided to sell the 
house and lot about which you spoke last summer, 
and, if you wished still to purchase, he would make 
easy terms with you. You might pay three or four 
hundred dollars down, and the rest as you were 
able. I am so glad John that we have at last a 
chance for a home; that place you know is exactly 
what we want, and the terms are so reasonable.” 
“ But, Mary,” began her husband, with the air 
of a man who does not know what he is saying, “ I 
have about decided not to buy this year, my busi¬ 
ness—” 
“Oh, John, do not goto objecting. You have 
always been going to buy next year ever since we 
were married. There is nothing now in the way— 
the money you have in the Bank is just enough for 
the first payment—” 
“Well, Mary, you may as well know first as last 
that I invested nearly all that money a few months 
ago in western land. I did not say anything to 
you about it for I knew it would worry you/and I 
had no doubt of being able to replace the money 
fourfold before we should want it, and so I should 
but for my wretched luck.” 
In spite of his elforts, Jonx Eastman looked 
ashamed, and felt very much as if he had been 
robbing somebody, and in truth he had robbed his 
wife and children of a pleasant home, to gratify 
his propensity to try experiments in making haste 
to be rich. No wonder he felt this when he looked 
at his wife, as she sank back in her chair, and gave 
utterance to a desparing sigh. In the ten years 
of her married life she had learned some hal’d 
lessons, and it was not often now that she looked 
forward to the future very hopefully, but all this 
moruing her heart had been dwelling on the sun¬ 
shiny picture of a home tkat was to be her own ; 
a home that she might make beautiful for her chil¬ 
dren, that they might have it for a pleasant memo¬ 
ry all their lives, linked with the thought of their 
mother. This was all lost now, and for a moment 
it was hard to let it go, but she was one of those 
women whose characters are best set forth in the 
few words, “ loving and patient ,” and long before 
John Eastman finished his dinner and left for his 
shop, her face was as calm and sweet as ever, and 
her husband carried its image away with him, to 
haunt him all the rest of the day. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
PETER THE HERMIT AT JERUSALEM. 
BY EDWARD O. .TAMES. 
IRISH COMPLIMENTS. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 17 letters. 
My 13,15,12,11, 7 was a celebrated historian. 
My 9, 6, 7, 8, 6,16, 3 is a command. 
My 8,17,16, 4,14,11,16 is a northern city founded by 
the Dutch. 
My 2,10, 7,17 shows which way the wind blows. 
My 5,15,16, 8 is an instrument of music. 
My whole is a recent “ institution ” of President Bu¬ 
chanan. (j, w. h. 
Michigan, 1859. 
CS?” Answer in two weeks. 
inrirrnr 
No Time to Swap.— An Indiana man was travel¬ 
ing down the Ohio on a steamer, with a mare and 
a two-year-old colt, when by a sudden careen of 
the boat, all three were tilted into the river. The 
Iloosier, as he rose, pulling and blowing above 
water, caught hold of the tail of the colt, not hav¬ 
ing a doubt that the natural instinct of the animal 
would carry him safe ashore. The old mare took 
a bee-line for the shore, but the frightened colt 
swam lustily down the current, with its owner still 
hanging fast. “ Let go of the colt and hang to the 
old mare!” shouted some of his friends. “ Phree 
booh!” exclaimed the Iloosier, spouting the water 
from his mouth, and shaking his head like a New¬ 
foundland dog, “its all mighty fine, your telling 
me to let go the colt; but to a man that can’t swim, 
this ain’t exactly the time for strapping horses /” 
Governor S-, of South Carolina, was a splen¬ 
did lawyer, and could talk a jury out of their seven 
senses. lie was especially noted for his success in 
criminal cases, almost always clearing his client.— 
He was once counsel for a man accused of horse¬ 
stealing. He made a long, eloquent and touching 
speech. The jury retired, but returned in a few 
moments, and, with tears in their eyes, proclaimed 
the man not guilty. An old acquaintance stepped 
up to the prisoner and said“ Jem, the danger is 
past; and now, honor bright, didn’t you steal that 
horse?” To which Jem replied:—“Well, Tom, 
I’ve all along thought I took that horse; but since 
I’ve heard the Governor's speech, I don’t believe 
I did!” 
PREMIUM ILLUSTRATED REBUS. 
“ Well, I do declare,” exclaimed Miss Sally, the 
neighborhood gossip, as she watched from her 
window the comers and goers, “ I do declare there 
is John Eastman gone right by Smith’s without 
stopping. Something must be to pay with his 
folks.” 
Smith’s was the village grocery, and, as a sign 
over the window declared, the village post-office, a 
favorite resort for that class of male gossips so nu¬ 
merous in most vicii f.ies, and it had long been a 
habit with Jour 
v 
and from his sh« 
isnment or orates 
rapidly past. • J_ 
as that lady coul.r^^E' asserted, and as the young 
mechanic took up In Wools, and set himself earn¬ 
estly to complete a long neglected job, there was a 
look of resolution in his face that was an encour- 
aging promise for the future. 
Towards evening the'gentleman who had brought 
the work to be done came in, and was evidently 
surprised to see it nearly completed, as he had 
been put off so long. Before he left he mentioned, 
in a hesitating manner, that he had some more 
that he wished done. “ I like your style of finish¬ 
ing rather better than Jones’, but—” and he seemed 
unwilling to finishTiis sentence. 
“ I understand you, sir,” said the mechanic, 
“you fear it will not be attended to in time. I as¬ 
sure you that I am determined for the future to 
confine myself strictly to my business, and what¬ 
ever I engage to do shall be done. I have waited 
for luck long enough, and now I am going to make 
some myself.” 
“ That’s right, that’s right,” exclaimed the gen¬ 
tleman, grasping him cordially by the hand, “ I 
always said there was no better workman in the 
land than you, if you would only stick to your shop 
and let speculating alone, and now I am sure you 
will succeed.” 
And lie did succeed, although not without a good 
many hard struggles with his besetting faults.— 
Several months after the conversation with Uncle 
William took place, the old gentleman looked into 
the shop, where he was busily at work, and called 
out in his cheerful voice, “ Well, friend John, what 
are you about now ?” “ Learning to handle my 
wooden spoon, Uncle William, and I find it does 
very well since I gave up all hope of finding a 
silver one,” was the young man’s laughing answer. 
Only a few of the village folks have cared to in¬ 
quire into the matter, but it seems to be pretty 
generally undeistood that John Eastman’s luck 
has turned. 
To each of the three persons (residing out of this city,) 
sending us the first correct answers to above Rebus, 
within two weeks, we will send a Gold Pen (post-paid,) 
or the Rural New-Yorker for 1859. 
Answer in three weeks. 
lie knelt beside his Savior’s tomb amid that trembling 
band, 
His pilgrim’s robe was ’round him thrown, his staff was 
in his hand; 
They saw the lightning in his eye, they saw his proud 
lip curl’d, 
They knew that nope and Faith went forth to rouse a 
slumbering world. 
From land to land, with tireless zeal, the Hermit jour¬ 
neyed on, 
To call the peasant from his Lot. the monarch from hito 
throne, ' S 
He sought no rest, knew no fatigue, for on his vision still 
The hated crescent gleamed afar from Zion’s holy hill. 
Then woke the startled nations, then rushed their armies 
forth, 
From Europe’s Western Empires, from the Kingdoms of 
the North, 
Toward the holy city the tides of battle led, 
And llinnom’s vale was stained with gore, and Kcdron’s 
stream grew red. 
But once when quiet evening looked through the pale 
moonshine 
O’er the red sands of the battle-field in sacred Palestine, 
To the loved abode of Jesus the Christian armies press’d, 
And the triumph of Duke Godfrey was the anchorite’s 
conquest. 
Still sounds the shrill Muezzin from the sparkling min¬ 
aret 
When morning throws her golden glance o’er hallowed 
Olivet; 
But ’tis a strange, mysterious thing to wondering sages 
still,— 
The majesty—the houndless power—the force of hu¬ 
man will! 
Ogdensburgh, N. Y., 1858. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 24 letters. 
My 15, 24, 4, 21,15, 6, 21 is a city in New Jersey. 
My 5,16. 4, 2.\, 21, 20 is a city on the river Danv/he. 
My 1, 4, 6, 11, 22, 3, 20. is one of the Southern Syates. 
My at, 16,1, A 1? is a river in Central Africa. 
My 19, 28,17, 7 is one of tiie most renowned [countries 
of South America. 
My 22, 4, 21, 23, 13, 8, 4, 23 is a river in New York. 
My 2, 4,12 is a river in Arkansas. 
My 21, 23,18,14, 4 is a river in North Carolina. 
My 9,10, 6,12, 14 is a lake between United States and 
British America. 
My whole may be found in Proverbs of Solomon. 
New York, 1859. Aitele. 
fW" Answer in two weeks. 
man to call in on his way to 
Ls day, to the great aston- 
[ ics Miss Sally, he walked 
Wilkins.—” Realty, this is not to be borne. Who 
are you, sir ? and who was your lather ?” 
Homebred.— “Who was my father? My father 
was the first inventor of threshing machines. I am 
the first of his make, and can be set in operation 
at a very little expense, and at the shortest notice. 
So look out.” 
“Spell cat,” said a little girl of five years of 
age, the other day, to a smaller one only three.— 
“ I can’t,” was the reply. “Well, then,” continued 
the youthful mistress, “if you can’t spell ‘cat,’ 
spell ‘ kitten.’ ” 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
GEOMETRICAL PROBLEM. 
Ik the base of a right-anglc-triangle be 8 feet, the per¬ 
pendicular 6—required the length of a line drawn from 
the right-angle of the triagle, meeting (lie Iivpothenuse 
4 feet from the upper point of the perpendicular ? 
Orleans Co., N. Y., 1S59. Nomad. 
Answer in two weeks. 
A fat man in an omnibus, a tall man in a crowd, 
a short man on parade, and a lady in a huge bonnet 
sitting before you at a public lecture, are declared 
to be four of the most unpopular personages of 
the day. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
MATHEMATICAL PROBLEM. 
itloorc’s iluvrtl ^nu-|)oi*K*cr, 
TUB LARGEST CIRCULATED 
Agricultural, Literary and Family Weekly, 
IS PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY BY 
D. D. T. r/IOORE, ROCHESTER, N. Y. 
A man had a circular garden 100 feet in diameter. 
He wished to dig a ditcli around this garden of the 
same depth and brcadtli in order to obtain eartli enough 
to raise the surface of the garden one foot. Required 
the depth of the ditcli ? Mary. 
Nunda, N. Y., 1859. 
837“ Answer in two weeks. 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
JOHN EASTMAN’S LUCK. 
Agents in INTew Yorli and XJoston. 
Subscription — C. M. SAXTON, Agricultural Rook Pub¬ 
lisher, 25 Park Row, (opposite Astor House,) New York. 
Wholesale, (to supply Periodical Dealers, &c.) — DEXTER 
& DRO., 14 Ann St., — ROSS & TOUSEY, 103 Nassau St. 
Advertising— S. M. PETTENGILL & CO., No. 119 Nassau 
St., New York, and No. 10 State St., Boston. 
CnEss.—The following is said to have been the most 
brilliant game in the recent match between Morpliy and 
Anderssen: 
(Morphy) — White. (Anderssen) — Black. 
P to K 4th P to Q B 4th 
P to Q 4th P x P 
K Kt to B 3d QKttoBSd 
K Kt x P I» to K 3d 
K Kt to Q Kt 5th P to Q 3d 
Q B to K B 4th P to K 4th 
Q B to K 3d P to K B 4th 
Q Kt to B 3d P to IC B 5th 
Q Kt to Q 5th P x B 
K Kt to Q B 7th (check) K to B 2d 
Q to K B 3d (cheek) K Kt to B 3d 
K B to Q B 4th Q Kt to Q 5th 
KtxKt (check) P to Q 4th 
B x P (check) KtoKKtSd 
Q to K R 5th (check) K x Kt 
P x P Kt x Q B P (check) 
K to his 2d And Black resigns. 
BY EMILY C. HUNTINGTON 
“ That’s just my luck,” angrily exclaimed a 
jmung mechanic, dashing down a note which in¬ 
formed him that, during liis absence from his 
place of business, a gentleman had called to com¬ 
plete a partial contract with him for a heavy job of 
work, and, not being able to wait, had taken it to 
another workman. 
“I was born to ill luck,” be continued, “and 
there is no use in trying to contend against fate.” 
“ How long were you absent from your shop, 
John?” inquired a quiet-looking old man, who was 
sitting by. 
“Not over an hour or so; perhaps two hours.” 
“Had you not an engagement to meet this gen¬ 
tleman to-day ?” 
“Why, yes, and started for my shop for the 
purpose, but I thought I would just drop in to 
Smith’s, to see how that western land investment 
was likely to tnrn out, and, in the excitement I for -, 
got the hour till it was too late—so here is a gooff 
two hundred dollar’s worth of work gone, all for 
my wretched luck.” 
The old man smiled faintly, but went on ques¬ 
tioning. “ And how about your land investment 
—is it likely to prove as profitable as you antici¬ 
pated?” 
“ There is another specimen of the way my cards 
turn up. It seems the man of whom I bought had 
no legal claim to it, and so my title is not worth a 
cent.” 
“ How much money did you invest there ?” 
“ Three hundred dollars—money that I have 
been laying by ever since my marriage to help 
purchase a house and lot—but it is gone now, and 
I am not likely to get anything beforehand again, 
very soon. There is Jones, he bought land at the 
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himself and take life eas) r . That ease is the rust 
of the soul which dims its bright surface and cor¬ 
rodes its very substance. The most unhappy 
men we have ever known where those whom wealth 
(unfortunately for their own comfort) exempted 
from the necessity of working for themselves, and 
who were too sordid to enjoy the divine pleasure 
of working forothers. One of this class, who had 
almost princek riches, and spent thousands annu¬ 
ally on fine aid fast horses, and the like, said to 
an intimate fiend, “ I am a wretched man., My 
life is aimless.’ Another of the same class declared 
IN THE LONG UUN, 
Honesty’s the best policy. 
Temperance is the best life-preserver. 
Rest is the best physic. 
Carefulness is the best health protector. 
Perseverance is the surest victor: 
Kindness is the completest conqueror. 
Difficulty is the best schoolmaster. 
Experience is the best teacher. 
Trouble is the best man-maker. 
Frankness is the best friend. 
Piety is the best practice. 
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conveniently obtainable, and do not forget to give your full 
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ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &c., IN No. 473, 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma:—I’m just the lady 
—ask me. 
Answer to Surveying Question :—Course—10 degrees, 
7 minutes, 16 seconds West. Distance—147.142 perches. 
Area—44 .954 acres. 
Answer to Riddle The cock that crowed after Pe- 
Pcrsevere ye perfect men— 
Ever keep these precepts ten. 
