Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
ASPIRATION AND GROWTH. 
BY GEO. A. HAMILTON. 
Alone in the busy world of thought, 
I mused with aspirations high— 
I would be pure, and true, and good, 
And would the enticing world defy— 
I’d range among the noblest things, 
Would give to thought its purest sway, 
The bright to-morrow should perform 
Some greater action than to-day— 
Whatever deeds are true and pure, 
All noble things of good report, 
Whatever likens mortals here 
To Him who rules the heavenly court— 
These I'd pursue with ardent heart, 
With earnest and unwavering will, 
Nor cease the struggle, long, severe, 
Until my bounding heart was still. 
But stay, my soul, wait not for scenes 
Of greatness, or for world-wide fame, 
Life’s little acts in kindness wrought 
Shall glow with purest, fairest flame. 
To cheer a child, to help a friend, 
To make a spot of earth look bright, 
To turn desponding ones to Him 
Whose love brings always sweet delight, 
That everywhere I go or stay, 
An influence for the right shall flow, 
Till every friend, companion, all, 
Shall find their hearts more tender grow. 
Ah, this is earnest life and growth, 
And this most like the Savior’s love, 
More like the way that heaven approves, 
And more like angel-life above. 
South Butler, N. Y., 1859. 
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Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
GLEANINGS.-NO. VI. 
BY WINNIE WILLIAN. 
“ The inconsolable widow of Deacon Bedott, 
Don’t intend to get married again.” 
The good Josiah Hubbell was dead at last; and 
after all due preparations had been made, the ac¬ 
customed quantity of tears shed over the lifeless 
clay, they bore the coffin from the little “front- 
room,” out into the sunshine, through the green 
meadows to the church-yard. “ Dust to dust, ashes 
to ashes,”— the yawning pit received its victim, 
the damp sods were heaped above his breast, and 
they left him to his slumbers until the sounding of 
the trump. People wondered that he had lived so 
long, but his wife said that he was “ one of those 
men that would never give up if he could help it;” 
so for many long months he had struggled against 
a legion of diseases, but one smiling June morn¬ 
ing Death triumphed, and Peaceable Hubbell 
was a widow. 
In the evening the neighbors assembled together 
at the house of a noted gossip to “ talk over ” the 
funeral. 
“Did you ever see any one ‘take on’ as she 
did?” queried Miss Celestia Ann Brown, an 
amiable spinster, somewhere on the shady side of 
forty. “ I shouldn’t have thought she could have 
had the face to have carried on so, for both you and 
I know, Mrs. Dibble, that she did not lead him a 
very peaceable life. I do suppose she grumbled 
every step she took for him while he was lying 
there, not able to turn himself in his bed.” 
Mrs. Dibble puckered up her mouth — a very 
disagreeable looking mouth, by the way. “ Indeed, 
my dearest Celestia, you kgow what I have always 
told you. Now, between you and me,”—shaking 
her head and elevating her forefinger,—“ between 
you and me, Josiah Hubbell died before his time, 
though the land knows he was an awful while 
about it. Such long sicknesses make one so much 
work, don’t they ? But as I was saying, if he had 
married a different woman, such as you, Celestia, 
no doubt he would have lived to a ripe old age.” 
Here Mrs. Dibble wiped her eyes, and Celestia 
Ann affected a blush. 
“ Poor woman! how sorry I feel for her,” said 
a girlish-looking creature. “ How dreadful it must 
be to be a widow,” and the young wife drew closer 
to her husband. 
“She’s well provided for, any way, and that’s a 
good thing,” said Grandma Green. “No one 
knows unless they have tried it, how hard it is to 
be left a widow, poor, and with a family of children 
to bring up. I’ve been through the mill, and I 
know all about it.” 
“I suppose the place is paid for,” suggested 
Deacon Dodd. 
“Oh, la, yes! I suppose so,” said Grandma; 
“ and then you know she has no children, and I 
think she ought to be thankful she’s so well off.” 
“ No doubt she has cause for thanksgiving,” re¬ 
sponded a would-be wag. “Left a widow at the 
age of forty—no children, and the place paid for— 
certainly, Mrs. Peaceable Hubbell should be a 
happy woman, eh, Deacon?” The Deacon an¬ 
swered not, but there was an unusual light in his 
watery blue eyes; an idea had disturbed the wonted 
serenity of his peaceful cranium. Deacon Dodd 
was a widower, the happy father of six about as 
red-headed children as ever were seen. A very 
nice man was the Deacon—at least everybody said 
so—middle-aged, of a respectable size, and denom¬ 
inated one of the “pillars ” of the village church; 
although he was not burdened with a superabund¬ 
ance of this world’s goods. However, he was very 
kindly regarded by mamas who had marriageable 
daughters, and young ladies who had a horror of 
spending their lives in single blessedness; while 
the young Doddses, being continually dosed with 
sugar-plums and sweet-meats, were generally in 
an exceedingly dilapidated state of health, thus 
causing their dear papa many hours of sleepless 
anxiety. 
“ How lonesome the house seems, mam’a,” said 
Hannah, Mrs. IIubbell’s help; “ the master was 
such a pleasant man, to be sure.”' 
“Oh, Hannah!” groaned the widow, v “my loss 
can never be made up to me.” 
“ Sure, that’s true for you, ma’am,” but she ad¬ 
ded, retreating into the kitchen, “you deserved to 
lose him. I hope he’s better appreciated where- 
ever he is, poor soul! ” 
Time passed on, and the widow wore the deepest 
mourning; assuring her friends her loss could 
never be repaired. As she told Deacon Dodd, upon 
receiving his congratulations or condolences, 
rather _“her affections were buried with Josiah. 
It seemed at first as if she had nothing to live for; 
but she had become convinced that it was her duty 
to pluck her heart from his grave, and strive to 
live for others. We’ve both trod the paths of 
affliction, Mr. Dodd,” she said. “We can sympa¬ 
thize with each other, being partners in distress.” 
Here the pearly drops bedewed the widow’s hatchet 
face, while the Deacon mopped his flabby cheeks 
with his yellow silk handkerchief. Altogether it 
was a moving scene. Soon after this the widower’s 
six young hopefuls were attacked by the measles, 
and their father found a “ friend in need ” in Mrs. 
Hubbell. Never was there a more indefatigable 
nurse. Indeed, as Celestia Ann rather sarcasti¬ 
cally observed, “ the widow couldn’t have taken 
better care of the Deacon himself, had he been 
afflicted with the measles instead of his children.” 
As soon as they fully recovered from the danger¬ 
ous malady, the Deacon became alarmed for the 
future well-being of his red-headed offspring. They 
were such a serious responsibility for him to be in 
charge of,—deprived of a mother’s care,—that he 
finally prevailed upon their kind nurse to “ live ” 
for him and his; 'or, in other words, to change her 
name from Hubbell to Dodd, and all live together 
on the “ place;” its being paid for forming no very 
serious objection with the Deacon. When the 
state of affairs was fully known in the village, 
there was no end to the talk. Miss- Celestia Ann, 
who, in addition to her other maidenly accomplish¬ 
ments, was also “litery,” as Mrs. Dibble expressed 
it, wrote a poem in twelve cantos upon “ First 
Love,” and had it published in the Doddington 
Gazette, in which poem there was so much men¬ 
tion made of “ blighted hopes,” “ withered affec¬ 
tions,” etc., etc., as caused a great many surmises 
and conjectures among the good people of the vil¬ 
lage, respecting the state of Celestia’s feeling to¬ 
wards the worthy Deacon. 
Well, the spring violets had just reared their 
blue heads upon Josiaii’s grave, when his widow 
became a bride. What’s the use of telling more ?— 
how Celestia Ann’s ringlets looked more like 
pipe-stem’s than ever, upon the happy occasion— 
how the widow appeared in orange blossoms, and 
the Deacon in white kids? It is useless—my pen 
would fail me. Mrs. Deacon Dodd expressed her 
feeelings thus:—“ Her heart bubbled over with the 
loftiest emotions of gratitude—to say nothing of 
other feelings—to think that she could at last rest 
her weary head upon the ‘ pillow ! of the church!” 
After a few day’s shining, their honey-moon de¬ 
clined and set in the interminable darkness of a 
domestic storm. The Deacon and his little flock 
found by bitter experience that all things earthly 
are subject to change. Mrs. Hubbell, the kind, 
attentive friend, was a different person from Mrs. 
Dodd. Aias! for human judgment. What if the 
place was paid for? The memory of the former 
wife—a weak, uncomplaining woman — haunted 
him day and night. His children safe through the 
measles, he half wished himself a widower again, 
and Mrs. Dodd and the place in Flanders. You 
may always know when this amiable couple have 
been indulging in one of the “scenes”—which I 
devoutly wish were blotted out from life’s drama— 
for at night-fall, as the witching hour comes on, 
Deacon Dodd may be seen, sitting on the door-step, 
singing through his nose: 
“ I would not live alway, I ask not to stay,” 
or, 
“ This world is all a fleeting show 
For man’s illusion given.” 
Rochester, N. Y., 1859. 
THE BUSH GUINEA. 
One of the most famous and flourishing hotels in 
England, when Bristol had a fair share of trade and 
commerce, monopolizing a great portion of the 
West India trade, was the Bush Inn, kept by a true¬ 
hearted, downrighthonestman named John Weeks. 
At the time of which I speak, this inn-keeper was 
not very wealthy, though he deserved to be. The 
poor were largely benefited by his charity, and it 
was discovered — not until after his death, for he 
was one of whom it might literally be said that his 
right hand knew not what his left hand did—that 
several decayed house-keepers were largely in¬ 
debted to his benevolence for food, clothes, fuel and 
money, during the hard season of winter in partic¬ 
ular, and at times in general. 
In the Bush Inn there was a mighty kitchen—it 
is there yet I presume, if the house be kept up as 
an inn—down the centre of which extended a mam¬ 
moth table. It was the delight of this Boniface, on 
every Christmas day, to cover this great table with 
a glorious load of roast beef, plum-pudding, flank¬ 
ed, most plenteously, with double home-brewed 
of mighty strength and glorious flavor, that one 
might have called it malt-wine rather than malt- 
liquor. At this table, on that day, every one who 
was pleased was welcomed to sit down and feast. 
Many to whom a good dinner was an object did so; 
and no nobler sight was there in Bristol, amid all 
its wealth and real hospitality, than that of honest 
John Weeks at the head of his table, lustily carv¬ 
ing, and earnestly pressing his guests to “eat, 
drink, and be merry.” 
Nor did his generosity content itself with this. 
It was the custom of the house and of the day, 
when the repast was ended, and the guests had 
drank some toasts, commencing with “ The King, 
God bless him,” (and be sure that their gratitude 
did not forget their generous entertainer,) that 
each person should go to worthy John Weeks, in 
the bar, and there receive his cordial wishes for 
many returns of the genial season. They received 
something more—for according to their several 
necessities, a small gift in money was pressed upon 
each. To one man a crown, to another, half a 
guinea—to a third, as more needing it, a guinea.— 
On the whole, some fifty or sixty guineas were thus 
dispensed. The gross amount might not be much, 
but the good done was great, and on that day, per¬ 
haps, John Weeks thus expended a good portion 
of his annual net profits, though less it might be, 
than many a plethoric Alderman would lavish on a 
single entertainment to persons of his own rank 
who did not require, and would scarcely thank him 
for it. 
On one particular year, it had been noticed dur¬ 
ing the months of November and December, that a 
middle-aged man, whom no frequenter of the Bush 
Inn appeared to know, and who appeared to know 
no one, used to visit the coffee room about every 
day, and calling for a sixpenny glass of brandy and 
water, sit over it till he had carefully gone through 
the perusaVof the London paper of the preceding 
evening, which used to arrive about an hour before 
his visit—owing to Mr. Palmer’s then acceleration 
of mail coach traveling from five to eight miles an 
hour—a great novelty, at that time considered to 
be the accomplishment of very extraordinary speed. 
The landlord of the Bush, seeing how anxious the 
reduced gentleman was to read the London paper, 
made it be understood that while he had it “in 
hand” no one else was to expect it. Thus, without 
being pressed for time, the reduced gentleman was 
allowed to read his paper at his ease, which he did, 
apparently commencing with the title on the first 
page, and ending with the imprint on the last. 
Garments in that state, which though not actu¬ 
ally “shabby,” may be described as “seedy,” a 
beaver, which, most rusty and napless, was care¬ 
fully brushed — faded gloves — spatterdashes of 
doubtful hue covering shoes which appeared to 
have been made for a much larger man—plain 
buckles—a lean body—a confirmed stoop—and a 
limited expenditure of the single sixpence every 
day, without any gratuity to the waiter, so very 
clearly intimated this man’s condition, that if a 
customer asked for the London paper, it was suffi¬ 
cient to say, “the decayed gentleman has it in 
hand.” 
On Christmas Eve, honest John Weeks, anxious 
that the “decayed gentleman” should have one 
good meal at least, in the Bush, addressed him as 
he was quitting the coffee-room, and delicately in¬ 
timated that, on the following day, he kept open 
table, at which all who could not obtain good 
Christmas dinners at home, were very welcome to 
sit down free of cost. The decayed gentleman 
looked at the inn-keeper with some surprise, and 
smiled —but he presently recovered himself, and 
retired without saying a word, simply bowing his 
acknowledgment. If there had been any doubt of 
his condition, it was at an end on the next day, 
when punctually at one o’clock, being the appointed 
hour, he appeared at the Bush, in his usual seedy 
attire. By virtue of his being a stranger there, 
and the appearance of having seen better days, he 
was honored with a seat at the upper end of the 
long table, even next to John Weeks himself. He 
partook of the good dinner with the apparent relish 
of a man to whom such a feast had long been a 
novelty, and duly did justice to the “stunning ale,” 
for which, far and near, the Bush then was famous. 
Now and then the landlord had snatches of conver¬ 
sation with him, and very soon perceived that the 
decayed gentleman was shrewd in his remarks, and 
had evidently sat at rich men’s tables at some 
period of his life, 
The dinner w •;-rc*' A:luded. The landlord retired 
to his bar, into which, one after another, straggled 
his guests, and then received the various money 
doles, which John Weeks’ knowledge or suspicion 
of their respective wants had provided and appor¬ 
tioned out for each. The decayed gentleman re¬ 
mained the last at the long table—a kind-hearted 
waiter, who knew how much he liked to read the 
London paper, and knew also, that he had not vis¬ 
ited the coffee-house that morning, had brought 
down the broad sheet (Cowper’s folio of four pages,) 
and the decayed gentleman read it by the kitchen 
fire after his dinner, with as true a sense of enjoy¬ 
ment as my Lord Duke could have had in his pala¬ 
tial library. Presently there came a message from 
some civic functionary, desiring the attendance of 
the landlord of the Bush, to receive instructions 
about a feast which was to be given at the Mansion 
House on the New Year, and to be provided from 
the Bush. Therefore, when departing to attend to 
this important summons, John Weeks called his 
head-waiter, a sagacious, well-powdered, steady 
man, to whom he confidentially entrusted the dona¬ 
tion which he had set aside for the decayed gentle¬ 
man, and with it were many instructions to exer¬ 
cise great delicacy in handing him the gift; “for,” 
said John Weeks, “it is evident he has seen better 
days, and we should have regard for his feelings, 
Morris, particularly as he is a stranger in the city.” 
Thus saying, he departed, and faithful Morris re¬ 
mained to execute his delicate and holy mission. 
Just as the decayed gentleman was leaving the 
house, and when there was no witness of their 
interview, Morris blandly and respectfully accosted 
him, and slipping a guinea into his hand, said, “ My 
master requests, sir, that you will do him the favor 
to accept this, and he is sorry that his being called 
away causes it to come through my hands.” The 
money rested in the palm of the decayed gentleman. 
He looked at the gold—he looked at the waiter— 
he looked at the gold again. Morris thought, at 
first, that he intended returning it. But the de¬ 
cayed gentleman quietly put it into his waistcoat 
pocket, from which he drew a card which he handed 
to Morris, saying, “ My compliments to your mas¬ 
ter, and my thanks. This is my name and ad¬ 
dress, and if he should ever come my way, or think 
that I can do him any service, I beg that he will 
call upon me, or write.” He buttoned his coat, 
went away, and from that day to this, was never 
again seen in the coffee-room of the Bush. The 
inscription on the card was simply, “TnoiiAS 
Coutts, 59 Strand.” The owner was the great 
London banker, and had come to Bristol on some 
very particular business, and it was his humor to 
live tnere in an humble manner. 
In a short time, John Weeks, to the surprise of 
the Bristolians, purchased the Bush Inn, at a large 
price, from Griffith Maskelyne, the owner. Next, 
he embarked largely in the coaching and posting 
department, and throve abundantly. Soon after, 
when a bargain was to be had of some land belong¬ 
ing to the Corporation, the purchaser was John 
Weeks, who let it off for building leases, by which 
he obtained twelve or fifteen per cent, for his in¬ 
vestment. Finally, having acquired acompetency, 
he withdrew from business, and went to live on an 
estate which he had purchased at Shirehampton. 
No one exactly knew how he had obtained the capi¬ 
tal to embark in great speculations as he did—but 
his drafts upon Coutts & Co., 59 Strand, were duly 
honored, and to her dying day, among the heir¬ 
looms which she most particularly prized, the 
Duchess of St. Albans, widow of Thomas Coutts, 
used to show a coin richly mounted in a gorgeous 
bracelet, which coin bore the name of “ The Bush 
Guinea.” 
“THE EAGLE’S NEST OF THE REPUBLIC.” 
A number of years ago, happening to be in Paris 
on the 4th of July, with many,-other Americans, 
we agreed to celebrate “ the day ” by a dinner at 
the Hotel Maurice. There were seventy-two of 
us in all. We had but one guest. This was M. 
de Tocqueville, who had rendered himself famous 
by his great work upon Democracy in America. 
During the festivities of the evening, after the 
cloth had been removed, and speechifying had 
commenced, some gentleman alluded enpassant to 
the fact that he was born in Connecticut. “ Con- 
nect-de-coot,” exclaimed Monsieur De Tocqueville, 
as he suddenly rose, with the enthusiasm of a 
Frenchman, “ Vy, messieurs, I vill tell you, vid 
the permission of de presidante of this festival, 
von very lee tal story, and then I vill give you von 
grand sentiment, to dat little State you call Con- 
nect-de-coot. Yon day ven I vas in de gallery of 
the House of Representif, I held von map of de 
Confederation in my hand. Dere was von leetle 
yellow spot dat dey call Connect-de-coot. I found 
by the Constitution he was entitled to six of his 
boys to represent him on dat floor. But ven I 
make de acquaintance personeKe with de member, 
I find dat more than tirty of the Representatif 
was born in Connect-de-coot. And then ven I was 
in the gallery of the House of the Senatf, I find de 
Constitution permit Connect-de-coot to send two 
of his boys to represent him in dat legislature. 
But vonce more when I make de acquaintance 
personeMe of the Senator, I find nine of the Seno- 
tor was born in Connect-de-coot. So den, gent- 
tlemen, I have made my leetle speech; now I vill 
give you my grand sentiment. 
“ Connect-de-coot, the leetle yellow spot dat 
make the clock peddler, the school-master, and de 
Senator. De first give you time; the second tell 
you what you do with him, and the sird make your 
law and your civilization ”—and then, as he was 
resuming his seat amidst roars of laughter, he 
rose again, and with that peculiar gesticulation 
which characterises all Frenchmen in moments of 
excitement, he shook his finger tremulously over 
the assembled confreres, and exclaimed at the top 
of his voice, “ Ah! gentlemen, dat leetle yellow 
State you call Connect-de-coot, is one very great 
miracle to me .”—Democratic Age. 
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Testimonials, accounts of Trials, Ac., may be had by apply¬ 
ing to the Manufacturers or any of their Agents. 485tf 
jy/j A NN Y’S COMBINED 
REAPER AISTXJ MOWER, 
WITH WOOD'S IMPROVEMENT, 
IT* o t* the IT a v v e s t, n f 185^. 
The subscriber begs to Inform the public that he continues 
to manufacture this popular machine, and pledges himself to 
produce an implement that will fully sustain its former repu¬ 
tation, as the best combined machine yet introduced, and 
inferior to none, either as a Reaper or Mower. 
It has had a steady and increasing ixmularity from the first, 
achieving a complete success in the first important trial at 
Geneva in 1852. It carried off the highest honors at the great 
National Field Trial at Syracuse in 1857; and amidst all the 
competition and trials of 1858, came out with more and better 
established points of excellence than ever before. 
The general principles peculiar to this machine, and upon 
which it is constructed, have proved so successful that there 
has been no attempt to change them. 
The main effort during the last year has been to improve 
its mechanical construction, to make it stronger and more 
durable, and sustain its reputation as the leading and most 
acceptable machine to the largest class of farmers in the 
country. 
Warranted capable of cutting from 10 to lo acres of grass 
or grain per day, in a workmanlike manner. 
Price of Machine as heretofore, varies according to width 
of cut, and its adapt ation in size and strength to different 
sections of the country, from $125 to $150, delivered here on 
the cars. WALTER A. WOOD. 
Manufacturer and Proprietor, Hoosick Falls, N. Y. 
BENNETT GRAY, Brockport, 
WM. HENRY HARMON, Scottsville, 
483-tf. _ Agents for Monroe County. N, Y . 
yy o o » s m o w e h. . — 
Patented February 2 2d, 1859. 
During the six years I have been engaged in the manufac- 
fure of the Manny Combined Reaper and Mower, I have 
and cheaper maemne expressly ior mowing, uian uau 
been made. . . . . . 
And now, after the most thorough and repeated experi¬ 
ments and test s in every variety of field, and in all kinds ana 
in every condition of grass, I am prepared, with entire confi¬ 
dence, to offer to the farmers and dealers of the United 
States, the great desideratum in this department of Agricul¬ 
tural labor-saving machines—a Mower, superior in its capac¬ 
ity for good work to any hitherto introduced, of easy draft, 
light, cheep, and durable. ... 
This machine I now offer as my latest invention, to meet a 
Bpecial want of farmers, and to place within the reach of ail, 
a Mower that for practical working, cheapness and simplici¬ 
ty, will be without a rival. „ 
I build Two-Horse and One-Horse Mowers. The Two- 
Horse Mower weighs 425 lbs., and cuts a swath four feet wide 
(or more if specially ordered.) The One-Horse Mower weighs 
30 lbs. less, (396 lbs.,) and cuts a swath three and a half feet 
For a more full description of the Mower, reference Is made 
to my Pamphlets, which will be furnished on application.— 
With each machine will be furnished two extra guards, two 
extra sections, one wrench and oil can. . 
Warranted capable of cutting ten acres of grass per day in 
a workmanlike manner. . 
Price of Two-Horse Mower. 
Delivered here on the cars. 
I continue as heretofore, and with greater success than at 
any previous time, the manufacture and sale of Manny s 
Patent Combined Reaper and Mower with Wood s Improve¬ 
ment.” WALTER A. WOOD, 
Manufacturer and Proprietor, Hoosick Falls, rs. i- 
PEASE & EGGLESFON, 84 State St., Albany, Agents for 
Albany County and vicinity. 
BENNETT GRAY, Brockport, 
WM. HENRY HARMON, Scottsville, 4 „ _ 
483-tf Agents fer Monroe County, N. Y. 
ffloorc’a Rural 3to^i!orker, 
the largest circulated 
Agricultural, Literary and Family Weekly, 
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D. D. T. MOORE, ROCHESTER, N. Y. 
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