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Tiis Progressive Primary Arithmetic, for Primary 
Classes in Public and Private Schools. By Horatio 
N. Robinson, A. M., author of a full course of Mathe- 
mathios. [pp. 80.] New York: Ivison & Phinney. 
Tuf, Progressive Intellectual Arithmetic ; on the 
Inductive Plan. Being a Sequel to the Progressive 
Primary Arithmetic, containing many Original Forms 
of Analysis applicable to a great variety of Practical 
Questions, and designed for the more Advanced 
Classes in Common Schools and Academies, [pp. 
176. Same author and publishers as above.] 
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the Theory of Numbers, in connection with concise 
Analytic and Synthetic Methods of Solution, and de¬ 
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The series will embrace fourteen distinct volumes, the 
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Milch Cows and Dairy Farming ; Comprising the 
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most recent Improvements, and adapted to Farming 
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Knitting-Work: A Web of many Textures, wrought 
by Ruth Partington, (B. P. Shii.laber.) [12iuo.— 
pp. 408.] Boston: Brown, Taggard & Chase. 
In this volume Dame Pauungton 1,..j fully i.ain- 
tained her reputation as a pleasing humorist and in¬ 
structive moralist — for, ludicrous as are many of her 
sayings, the sentiments expressed are generally imbued 
with kindness and humanity, and a refreshing sprinkling 
of wit and wisdom. Combining the sage “ deflections” 
of the dame, the funny doings of the mischief-loving 
but good-hearted Ike, the profundity of Dr. Spooner, 
the jolly conceits of Old Roger, and the sober senti¬ 
mentalities of Wideswap.th— with admirable illustra¬ 
tions by Hoppin— the book will amuse and entertain 
many who ordinarily ignore merely humorous works. 
Interspersed with the sayings of Mrs. P. are many fine 
sketches and brief poems, both humorous and senti¬ 
mental, written in Mr. Siiillabep.’s pleasant style, and 
worthy of being presented, as they are, in a beautiful 
volume. “ Knitting-Work ” is truly a “web of many 
textures,” well and skillfully wrought, and will please 
■many classes of readers. Sold by Darrow & Bro. 
The Like op Gen. Garibaldi. Written by himself. 
With Sketches of his Companions in Arms. Trans¬ 
lated by his Friend and Admirer, Theodore Dwight, 
author of “ A Tour in Italy in 1821,” “ The Roman 
Republic in 1849,” etc. Embellished with a fine 
Engraved Portrait on Steel. [16mo.—pp. 820.] New 
York: A. S. Barnes & Burr. 
The publication of the autobiography of Garibaldi 
is timely, for many are inquiring about the hero of Italy 
—the most popular and esteemed man who participated 
in the recent struggle for Italian independence. The 
translator is said to have a competent knowledge of the 
Italian language, to be well versed in the Italian ques¬ 
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1858. The work before us is certainly one of great 
interest, and should be perused by all who wish to 
understand Italy, and be reliably informed as to the 
life of its patriot chief. Rochester—E. Darrow & Bro. 
The Roman Question. By E. About. Translated 
from the French by II. C. Coape. [16mo.—pp. 219.] 
New York: D. Appleton & Co. 
This is a “slashing” work—replete with facts, wit 
and satire. The author is evidently not only a genius, 
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indeed he studied it thoroughly in the Papal States, 
and therefore speaks or writes advisedly, as well as 
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Personal Recollections of the American Revolu¬ 
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Domestic Records. Together with Reminiscences of 
Washington and Lafayette. Edited by Sidney Bar¬ 
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This is a very interesting volume, comprising graphic 
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war. It is the more interesting and impressive from 
the fact that its statements are given in the form of a 
diary, “ written by a mover among, and an eye-witness 
of, the scenes described.” The volume is in unique 
and beautiful style. Rochester—D. M. Dewey. 
Theodore Parker’s Experience as a Minister,— 
With some Acoount of his Early Life, and Education 
for the Ministry; contained in a Letter from him to 
the Members of the Twenty-Eighth Congregational 
Society of Boston, [pp. 182.] Boston: Rufus Leigh¬ 
ton, Jr. 
Mr. Parker is considered one of the most remarka¬ 
ble divines of the present day, from the fact that he 
entertains and boldly proclaims peculiar views in 
regard to theology and cognate subjects. The work 
before us will prove of interest to those who wish to 
know more of the man and the religious and moral 
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Young Men in‘Different Countries. 
Edmund About, in liis book, “ The Roman 
Question , ” makes the following comparison of 
young men of twenty-five in different countries. 
After describing the education of young Roman 
nobles, he says: 
One fine day they attain their twenty-fifth year. 
At this age an American has already tried his hand 
at a dozen trades, made four fortunes, and at least 
one bankruptcy, has gone through a couple of cam¬ 
paigns, had a lawsuit, established a new religious 
sect, killed half-a-dozen men with his revolver, 
freed a negress, and .conquered an island. An 
Englishman has passed through some remarkhle 
examinations, been attached to an embassy, founded 
a factory, comforted a Catholic, gone round the 
world, and read the complete works of Walter 
Scott. A Frenchman has rhymed a tragedy, writ¬ 
ten for two newspapers, been wounded in three 
duels, twice attempted suicide, vexed fourteen hus¬ 
bands, and changed his politics nineteen times. A 
German has slashed fifteen of his dearest friends, 
swallowed sixty hogsheads of beer and the Philoso¬ 
phy of Ilegel, sung eleven thousand couplets, com¬ 
promised a tavern waiting maid, smoked a million 
pipes, and been mixed up with, at least, two revo¬ 
lutions. The Roman prince has done nothing, 
seen nothing, learnt nothing, loved nothing and 
suffered nothing. His parents or guardians open 
a cloister gate, take out a young girl as inexpe¬ 
rienced as himself, and the pair of innocents are 
bidden to kneel before a priest, who gives them 
permission to become parents of another genera¬ 
tion of innocents like themselves. 
Watering Places. 
“Are you going to any watering place this 
summer?” asked a young friend of Mrs. Parting¬ 
ton, on one of the rainy days the present week. 
She had just put up the window to keep out the 
damp and disagreeable air, and pulled her hand¬ 
kerchief up over her shoulder to keep off the chill. 
“Watering places,” said she, with a tap on her box, 
at the same time looking at Ike, who was engaged 
in making a kite out of the last Puritan Recorder, 
that the dame had laid by for her Sunday reading; 
“watering places I don’t think much of, nowa¬ 
days. There ain’t no need of ’em since the lucky- 
motives have run off the stages; but once, as the 
old pumps stood by the wayside, under the ambigu¬ 
ous trees, with a hollow log for the cattle to drink 
out of, it seemed like a horse in a desert, as some 
of ’em used to say.” “My dear madam,” said her 
young friend, “ I mean the fashionable watering 
places where people go to spend the summer.” 
“ 0, ” she replied, “ that’s it, is it ? Well, we 
needn’t go away from home to find a watering place 
to-day; and them that do, depend upon it,” and 
here she laid her mouth close to his ear, and spoke 
in a whisper—“they go for something else besides 
the water.” She gave him a queer look as she said 
this, and pointed significantly to the little buffet in 
the corner, where an old-fashioned cut-glass decan¬ 
ter stood, surrounded by half a dozen little glasses, 
as if they were young decanters just hatched out; 
but what she meant we dare not attempt to explain. 
Ike just then finished his kite by burning the holes 
for the belly band with the small point of Mrs. 
Partington’s scissors, that had been heated red 
hot for the purpose.— Knitting Work, by Mrs. 
Partington. 
The Transfiguration of Memory. 
As there was an hour when the'fishermen of 
Gallilee saw their Master transfigured, His raimeut 
white and glistening, and His face like the light, 
so are there hours when our whole mortal life 
stands forth in celestial radiance. From our daily 
lot falls off every weed of care; from our heart- 
friends, every speck and stain of earthly infirmity. 
Our horizon widens, and blue, and amethyst, and 
gold touch every object. Absent friends, and 
friends gone on the last journey, stand once morei 
together, bright with an immortal glow, and like' 
the disciples whAsaw their Master floating in the 
clouds above say, “ Lord, it is good to be 
here! ” Ho wHaT the wife, the husband, the absent 
mother, the grajthaired father, the manly son, the 
bright-eyed daughter! Seen in the actual present, 
all have some fault, some flaw; but absent, we see 
them in their permanent and better selves. Of our 
distant home, we remember not a dark day, not 
one servile care, nothing but the echo of its holy 
hymns, and the radiance of its bright days—of^hr 
father, not one hasty word, but only the fullness of 
his manly vigor and noble tenderness— of "erClr 
mother, nothing of mortal weakness, but a glorified 
form of love—of our brother, not one teasing pro¬ 
voking word of brotherly freedom, but the proud 
beauty of his noblest hours—of our sister, of our 
child, only what is fairest and sweetest.— The Min¬ 
ister’s Wooing, by Harriet Beecher Stowe. 
Autumn Night. 
I stood by the window, looking at the mooiY 
rising behind the forest—the ravaged forest that 
lifted its torn trunks, bereft of their summer offy 
spring, mutely and pitifully to heaven. The moon- 
dungeoned by clouds, but gleamed through open 
bars, and its vast red disk seemed to set all the 
forest ablaze. In the morning there was a wind, 
and I walked forth, ushered by troops of leaves, 
that rushed before me and danced in my path as if 
I were a monarch; some came clamoring, jostling, 
and eager behind me, like a swarm of hungry place- 
seekers. But at night the wind was hushed, and 
upon the meadows, the garden walks, the roads, 
the dead leaves lay ghostly still. There was a hush 
everywhere. The moon came mutely up, the trees 
silently darkened themselves against its light, the 
shadows crept like ghosts, the roads lay white as 
grave stones. So melancholy and deathlike was 
the scene, that I dropped the curtain, and stepping 
stealthily back to my chair, wheeled it before the 
fire, slumberously droning in the full-mouthed 
grate. —“A Bachelor's Story,” by Oliver Bunce. 
Chimneys. 
I love my hearth, and the fancies that come 
to life within its genial circle; so do I love the 
green sweetness of summer. But this I claim:— 
the great invention of man is the chimney. When 
that was conceived, civilization became complete; 
humanity was blessed; the barbaric and nomadic 
fled before it; peace and good will curled up in 
every wreath of smoke that issued from its mouth. 
Our chimneys open up to heaven, and through them 
ascend burnt incense to all the amenities of life.— 
An old quaint writer calls them “ windpipes of 
hospitality.”— “A Bachelor’s Story.” 
We cannot all of us be beautiful, but the pleas¬ 
antness of a good humored look is denied to none. 
We can all of us increase and strengthen the fam¬ 
ily affections and delights of home. 
Dr. Franklin observes, “The eyes of others 
are the eyes that ruin us. If all but myself were 
blind I should want neither fine houses nor fine 
furniture. 
He is happy whose circumstances suit his tem¬ 
per; but he is more excellent who can suit his 
temper to any circumstances. 
It is with the diseases of the mind as with those 
of the body; we are half dead before we under¬ 
stand our disorder, and half cured when we do. 
Some time since a correspondent inquired in 
this department for a cure for the effects of Poison 
Ivy. To this inquiry we have received many re¬ 
sponses. Nathan Harding, of Lakeville, N. Y., 
says:—“ To prevent the poison, rub the part that 
it is presumed will be aflected, with wild or Great 
Celendine, thoroughly; or in winter, with a strong 
solution of the herb. To cure when poisoned, use 
a poultice of pulverized blows of hollyhock and 
Indian meal. Change every fifteen or twenty 
minutes.” 
A. Wilson, of Marcelius, N. Y., says:—“The 
poison from ivy may be cured by salt and strong 
vinegar. I have been poisoned twice heretofore, 
and cured it by three applications as above.” 
C. S. E., of Camillus, N. Y., gives the following 
remedy:— “Take a muskrat’s tail (if dried the 
better ,*) cut in pieces half an inch long, crosswise; 
put this into one pint of sweet milk; simmer over 
a slow fere three-quarters of an hour; cool, and 
wash’ the part affected. After six hours, warm 
with warm water and apply again. Take a little 
pennyroyal or peppermint tea, to protect the 
stomach, as it may make you feel a little qualmish.” 
D. L. K., of Oaks Corners, N. Y., says he knows 
from experience that the following is a sure cure: 
“Take the juice of Lobelia, or Indian tobacco, and 
apply it to the part affected, by rubbing it on 
freely. It can be found in almost any field in the 
summer.” 
R. C. P., of Canandaigua, N. Y., gives the fol¬ 
lowing facts in regard to a severe case of poison¬ 
ing and its cure: 
Eds. Rural: —Your correspondent’s inquiry for 
a cure for poison from ivy, is answered by the 
following facts:—About the year 1835, my father 
wishing to use an ointment for sore eyes made 
from bittersweet, inquired of parties who were 
supposed to know, where it could be found, and 
was shown a vine, which from ignorance was sup¬ 
posed to be the article required. They are both 
vines, though not much more similarity exists 
between them than between the wood and grape 
vine. The root was chosen from which to make 
the ointment, and as it was dug, my father chewed 
large quantities of it, swallowing the juice. The 
same day the ointment was made, and forthwith 
applied to the eyes freely. The result showed 
that he was fearfully poisoned, and from an early 
experience he was fully aware that it was from 
ivy. The slightest contact with it had always 
produced more or less irritation and symptoms 
of poison. Now irritation and inflammation was 
very great and general. The face was swollen so 
much that an intimate acquaintance would not 
have known it. The eyes were nearly or quite 
closed, and large masses of flesh hung down below 
the chin from either cheek. The sufferer was con¬ 
fined-to the bed, and the worst results anticipated. 
An old recipe book was consulted, after several 
medical gentlemen had looked very wise and 
shaken their heads. "Wild turnip, or Indian tur¬ 
nip, was pronounced a remedy by the book, and 
as it was much esteemed and u3ed for its cooling, 
refrigerating qualities, it was decided to try it, 
and it alone. It was grated and taken as a pow¬ 
der, consuming in this way all the dry ones that 
could be obtained, while green ones were procured 
and steeped for a wash, bathing particularly the 
face; but as every part was inflamed, the applica¬ 
tion was more or less general. In this way the 
inflammation was abated, and full recovery insti¬ 
tuted in a week or ten days. Hourly washings, 
and repeated doses of a teaspoonful, proved very 
cooling and grateful, and were kept up until the 
recovery was certain. Y'our correspondent could 
hardly imagine a worse case, and yet the cure was 
prompt and complete. — 
Flowering Shrubs for Missouri. —Excuse me, 
dear Rural, for my presumption in making a few 
inquiries through your valuable paper. I see in 
your Rural a short piece on gardening, but given 
more particularly to flowers. I should like to 
know more about the nature of some of them, 
whether they will do to stand in the garden all 
winter, whether it is the best to put them out in 
the fall or spring, and where they can be had, and 
what is the price of the following varieties?— 
Thorns, the Double Red and Double White, the 
Horse Chestnut, the Double White, the Rose-colored 
Wigelia, and the Calycanthus, and much oblige 
one of your many readers. As we live in the north¬ 
east corner of Missouri, I suppose it would be diffi¬ 
cult to get those flowers here without injuring 
them, but I am a great lover of flowers, and having 
never seen any of those varieties, I am willing to 
risk something to procure them.—M. M. L,, Lems 
Co., Missowd, July, 1859. 
Remarks. —All the varieties mentioned by our 
correspondent are perfectly hardy. The Thorns 
are small trees, the Rouble White Horse Chestnut 
is of the same size and habit as the common Horse 
Chestnut. The Calycanthus and Wigelia are small 
shrubs. They can be obtained at almost any nur¬ 
sery where a good variety of ornamental trees and 
shrubs are kept, and may be planted either in the 
autumn or spring. If you have to order them 
from a distance it would be best to do so in the 
fall. As agents of eastern nurseries are now pretty 
generally traveling over the western country, per¬ 
haps you can order them of one of these. They 
may be sent a long distance safely if properly 
packed. The Thorns and shrubs will cost about 
fifty cents each, and the Horse Chestnuts one 
dollar. 
The Simplest Secret. —Twenty clerks in a store. 
Twenty “hands” in a printing office. Twenty 
apprentices in a ship-yard. Twenty men about a 
village. All want to get on in the world, and are 
expected to do so. One of the clerks will rise to be 
partner, and make a fortune. One of the composi¬ 
tors will own a newspaper, and become an influen¬ 
tial and prosperous citizen. One of the apprentices 
will become a master builder. One of the young 
villagers will get a handsome farm, and live like a 
patriarch. But which is destined to be the lucky 
individual? Lucky? There is no luck about it. 
The thing is almost as certain as the rule of three. 
The youug fellow who will distance his competitor, 
is he who masters his business, who preserves his 
integrity, who lives cleanly and purely, who never 
gets into debt, who gains friends by deserving 
them, and puts his money into the Savings Bank. 
There are some ways to fortune that look shorter 
than this old dusty highway. But the staunch 
men who achieve something really worth having,— 
good fortune, good name, and a serene old age,— 
all go this road.— H. Y. Ledger. 
A good man, who has seen much of the world, 
and is not tired of it, says:—“ The grand essentials 
to happiness in this life are, something to do, some¬ 
thing to love, and something to hope for.” 
