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work against wind and tide, and having no 
cheering voice at home to encourage and strength¬ 
en him, his courage gradually failed, his resources 
were one by one cut off, until poverty almost 
stared them in the face. Clara was at last obliged 
to dismiss her only remaining servant, and as a 
necessary resort, turn her owu delicate hands to 
the labors of the kitchen. 
Let us take a peep at Clara’s house. Breakfast 
is just over, consisting of burnt beefsteak and 
scorched coffee, Mr. Willard, with a heavy heart, 
has returned to his day’s labors, while Clara, with 
a heart no lighter, proceeds to the domestic duties. 
Everything goes wrong all through the day— 
nothing is done as it should be—dust is on the 
floor, cobwebs on the ceiling, the stove is un¬ 
blacked, and the room is in dire confusion. She 
burns her fingers in attempting to cook,—she 
can’t find her spices nor her cook book, because 
she never had a place for them, and, finally, when 
Mr. Willard comes home at noon, dinner is not 
ready. When at last the table is set, the meat is 
raw and the gravy burnt, both void of salt, and, 
to “ cap the climax,” she has forgotten the salera- 
tus, and her biscuits are sour! Poor Mrs. Wil¬ 
lard! Her husband returned to his duties with 
a disposition not very much sweetened by his 
dinner. It is Saturday afternoon, and the week’s 
ironing is yet untouched. But it must be done, 
and there is no alternative. Misfortunes attend 
her here as elsewhere,—the flat-irons will stick to 
the starch; wet the cloth and wax the iron as she 
will, still it’s a “ no-go,” and she gives up at last 
in despair. Just then she hears the sound of 
music in the distance; she listens, and the soft 
melody of “ Sweet Home” is borne upon the air, 
accompanied by sweet strains of a piano. It 
proceeds from the lofty mansion of Senator Am¬ 
brose ; she knows it not, but still there is some¬ 
thing in the sweet tones of that voice which 
forcibly remind her of other days. “I wonder 
who lives there,” she exclaimed. “ Some rich old 
fogy of a lady, I suppose, that doesn’t have to 
mope over this despised drudgery as I do.” She 
leaned her head on her hands and wept. The 
music ceased, but long she sat there musing of 
the past, and coming at last to the conclusion that, 
after all, housework is something of an art. Pres¬ 
ently a ring was heard at the bell, and Mrs. 
Ambrose was announced. The two gazed into 
each other’s eyes, and though time had marked 
tbe brows of both, they recognized in each the 
friend of former years, and united in cordial 
embrace. 
“ I did not expect to find you here, Clara !” 
“ And still more surprised am I to see your face 
once more, Nora Ambrose!” 
“ But none the less are we rejoiced at this unex¬ 
pected meeting; and how do you prosper, friend 
Clara ? How do you relish household duties?” 
Clara Willard looked down; she could not 
think what to answer; she was chagrined and 
confused, but at last replied that she was now 
without help, left alone with her cares, and, to tell 
the truth, was quite a novice in the business. 
M, a . Ambrose; “hut it 
isn’t mOy there’s no science nor art m 
it isn’t much to learn. There’s no science nor 
art in house-keeping; ridiculous anyone should 
think so! Now, music is a science which it takes 
a lifetime to learn, so with mathematics, and so 
with painting, (I hate ’em all,) but house-work, 
humph! its no science, that’s nothing to learn.” 
Just then the door opened, when the portly Mr. 
Leon entered, and seated himself with a smile at 
his well-furnished table. 
“Well done!” he exclaimed when all were 
seated, “ is there another girl of eighteen in the 
country that can make such biscuits as my black- 
eyed Nora? I’ll venture to say you can’t, Miss 
Clara?” 
She blushed slightly, and remarked,—“ Mama 
says my hands are too delicate.” 
“ I think,” replied Mr. Leon, “that a slight ap¬ 
plication of dish-wafer would be good for them.” 
“Now, Mr. Leon!” exclaimed Clara, “if that 
had been said by any one but you I should take it 
as an open insult.” 
“But seeing its only I, you don’t care, of 
course,” laughed Mr. Leon. “ Ah! Miss Clara, 
you’ll find out sometime that nothing will sour 
your husband’s disposition like sour bread.” 
“You forget, Mr. Leon, that my husband is 
among ‘ the things to be,’ and, besides, I don’t 
expect to be troubled with any such appendage.” 
“ I don’t think there’s any danger, unless you 
learn to make good biscuits,—eh, Miss Clara? 
By the way, young Clement Ambrose has arrived 
in town, just graduated from college, you know. 
Rumor says that he has come after a wife, and I’ll 
venture to say you girls will all be setting your 
caps for him. At any rate,” he continued, with a 
sly wink at Clara, “ I shall recommend to him 
my black-eyed Nora as a young lady of high 
accomplishments, one that can make good biscuits, 
eh, Mrs. Leon ?” 
“Well, father,” responded Nora, “I suppose 
Clara will be recommended to him as a young 
lady of fine education, for we all know how well 
she plays.” 
“ Aye, aye, I’ll tax the young collegiate’s brains 
for an oration on the uses of young ladies’ fingers 
•—whether they were manufactured to thump 
piano keys, or guide the broom handle.” 
“ Oh! he’ll say the piano, of course,” rejoined 
Mrs. Leon, “ young gentlemen are all for fashion 
now-a-days.” 
“ It’s my opinion,” remarked Mr. Leon, “ that 
young gentlemen of this age are not in that point 
so very far behind the young gentlemen of my 
day — ahem! Even sensible young men found 
their plans a little on policy.” 
Toil swings the axe, the forests bow, 
The seeds break out in radiant bloom ; 
Rich harvests smile behind the plow, 
And cities cluster round the loom ; 
Where tottering domes and tapering spires, 
Adorn the vales and crown the hill, 
Stout labor lights its beacon fires, 
And plumes with smoke the forge and mill. 
The monarch oak, the woodland’s pride. 
Whose trunk is seamed with lightning seaits, 
Toil launches on the restless tide, 
And there unrolls the flag of stars; 
The engine with its lungs of flame, 
And ribs of brass and joints of steel, 
From labor’s plastic fingers came, 
With sobbing valve and whirling wheel. 
’Tis Labor works the magic press, 
And turns the crank in hives of toil. 
And beckons angels down to bless 
Industrious hands on sea and soil. 
Here sunbrowned Toil with shining spade, 
Links lake to lake with silver ties, 
Strung thick with palaces of trade, 
And temples towering to the skies. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-YwbM. 
MYTHOLOGICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 41 letters. 
My 1,17, 6, 2 was the daughter of Saturn. 
My 3, 4, 9,10, 20, 5, 31, 4 was the daughter of >Jtors and 
Venus. 
My 5, 31,13,17,11 was a king of Megaria and the father 
of Scylla. 
My 7, 4, 21, 24, 81, IS was a son of Aqnilo. 
My 9,17, 36, 81, 4 was the goddess of infants. 
My 11, 4,14,17, 9, 6 was the father of Jupiter. 
My 18, 24, 21,17,11 was the goddess of health. 
My 15,14, 2S, 18 was a son of Neptune. 
My 17, 9, 4, 6, 31, 24 was the goddess who presided over 
Astronomy. 
My 21, 4, 30, 20, 25, 24 was the mother of Apollo. 
My 23, 9, 4, 7, 7, 8,17, IS was the name of an illustrious 
Roman family. 
My 25, 31, 18, 17, 11 was transformed into a marine 
eagle. 
My 27, 34,40,10,12, 25 was a giant who was slain by 
Hercules. 
My 27, 20, 40, 26, 31, 24,13, was a celebrated sophist and 
orator. 
My 29, 24, 25, 30, 4, 21,17, IS was a son of Jupiter. 
My 81,18, 83,11 was a celebrated Egyptian goddess. 
My 83, 4, 5,14, 8, 84 was the beautiful 19, 81, 22, 34 of 
Ipliis. 
My 35, 4, 7, 7, S, 17,18 was tbe god of wine. 
My 37, 40, 81,14,3, 33, 39 was queen of the 39, 36, 25, 
88,15, 25,18. 
My 41, 3, 4, 32, 31, 39 was one of the nine muses. 
My whole is the name of a celebrated music compo¬ 
ser, who was born at Salzburgh on the 25ih of January, 
1706. He was the son of a book vender of Ansburg, 
who having much musical talent, went to Salzburgh to 
pursue his studies. 3. N. Archer. 
Bennett’s Corner’s, N. Y., 1S59. 
Answer in two weeks. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-YorkeT. 
DELICATE HANDS. 
Chapter I.—The Accomplished Lady. 
It was “house-cleaning day” at Mr. Leon’s— 
a busy day for young and old. Up stairs and 
down, from garret to cellar, from kitchen to parlor, 
mops, brooms and suds were in successful opera¬ 
tion; while Mrs. Leon and Nora, armed with 
brooms and dusters, were battling the “enemy to 
all cleanliness” with an energy which would have 
done credit to the army of Alexander. Windows 
were washed, floors were scrubbed, ceilings 
cleaned, and still busily they worked, from early 
dawn until the sun was low in the western sky; 
when Mrs. Leon suggested that they would pause 
in their house-cleaning duties for that day, and 
make ready the tea-table before Mr. Leon should 
arrive. Busy then was the ever active Nora, and 
her fingers flew more nimbly than ever, as from 
pantry to kitchen and kitchen to cellar, she plied 
her task, while the graceful motions of her beauti¬ 
ful form would have been a study to a sculptor. 
No wonder Mr. Leon was proud of his daughter, 
and wondered if the land could produce another 
like his “bonny, black-eyed Nora.” 
Tea was ready and waiting, when a light tap 
was heard at the door, and Miss Clara Melville 
entered, and seating herself with an air of non 
dialance upon the sofa, exclaimed : 
“ Oh, dear! Mrs. Leon, I am tired to death! ” 
“Tired to death? not quite, I hope; you must 
have been very hard at work to-day ? ” responded 
Mrs. Leon. 
“ Work ? no, indeed, not I! ”«replied Miss Clara, 
with a haughty curl of her lip. “ I hope you don’t 
think that I, the daughter of Col. Melville, would 
kill myself over house-work.” 
“What has made you so tired then? I’m sure 
I don’t see how you occupy your time these long 
days.” 
“ Oh! I do a great deal, I practice, and embroider, 
and go calling,—and—and practice—and—and,— 
Oh! I can’t tell all, and have a great deal of time 
besides when I don’t know what to do with myself,” 
she added with a languid sigh. 
“ You’d know very soon if you were my daugh¬ 
ter,” responded Mrs. Leon. She was an open- 
hearted woman, and never spared her own opin¬ 
ions, generally expressing her thoughts in full, let 
it cost what it might. (A contrast to those whose 
smoother than butter to a person’s 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yonkcr. 
ENIGMA. 
AAAAAHIIHNNPPET2 
No name of nation or of place 
I by these letters mean ; 
But if you do them rightly trace, 
And put each letter in its place, 
A word will then be seen. 
To show you where these letters dweil, 
Read your bible, for it will tell; 
And when you’ve searched the scriptures renni, 
It only once can there be found. 
Rose, Wayne Co., N. Y., 1859. F. 
ITir Answer in two weeks. 
Chapter II. —The Party. 
The brilliant halls were lighted in the spacious 
mansion of Col. Melville, and merry voices were 
gaily ringing there, for a pleasant company were 
gathered for an evening social, all gay with youth¬ 
ful life and animation. Among the group we 
easily recognize our friends Clara and Nora. It 
were difficult to tell which of the two was the 
belle on this occasion. Both were beautiful, but 
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ARITHMETICAL PROBLEM. 
A person wishes to purchase one hundred dollars 
worth of sheep, pigs and ducks; he gives ten dollars 
each for sheep, three dollars each for pigs, and one 
half a dollar each for ducks. How many of each sort 
docs ne purchase? G. B. & J. L. Johnson. 
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This g 0 ^ ucl1 for Clara. \ It carried her 
mind b.fdTVo sunny days when at Mrs. Leon’s 
table she hod f :rst carelessly made the same re¬ 
mark ; and she burst into tears. 
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ANSWERS -PwiGMAS * 
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said her friend, “if I 
Indeed, I remem¬ 
bered that it was your former opinion, and was 
not aware that you had changed it of late.” 
“Nora Ambrose,” spoke Mrs. Willard at last, 
“will you forgive me for these careless words, 
spoken so many years ago? Alas! how often 
since then have I learned by sad experience what 
your mother told me that day, and which I heeded 
not then. I was too proud then to work, too 
proud then to acknowledge you my superior in 
anything, too proud to own that this embraced 
any art or required any skill. Now, as your good 
mother predicted, I am obliged to work, and find 
myself ignorant and awkward in what I should 
know. I confess it all, and I have one great favor 
to ask,—if you will regard it from one so poor and 
humble as I,—and that is, that you will instruct 
me now in what you learned so well in youth.” 
“Clara.” replied Mrs. Ambrose, “most wil- 
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face,” who in his absence will not hesitate to dis¬ 
course largely on his failings.) Claka arose and 
walked to the opposite side of the room, to examine 
the pictures hanging on the wall. 
“ What beautiful drawings! ” she exclaimed.— 
“ Nora, where did you get them ? ” 
“ I drew them,” Nora quietly replied. 
“You! when did you get time to do all this? I 
commenced learning to draw a great while ago, 
hut got sick of it—I can’t endure anything confin¬ 
ing.” 
“Do you want to know how I did it?” asked 
Nora. “ I have a certain time set apart every day 
for work, a part of the day for sewing, and a part 
for drawing; and by doing a little every day, I 
find I can accomplish a great deal. It is a great 
deal easier to work by rule and system—to have a 
time for everything and do everything in its 
time.” 
“ Oh! mercy! ” ejaculated Miss Clara. “ I 
would sooner be shut up in prison, than be chained 
down to such a prosy life. Why, as it is, I have 
the blues half the time. I’m sure I should think 
you would—don’t you,N ora?” 
“ Why, no, I don’t know as I do,” replied Nora, 
as if an entirely new idea had struck her mind. 
“ No, indeed! ” interrupted Mrs. Leon. “ Nora 
is as merry-hearted as a bird, and sings like a lark 
from morning till night. There’s no use in any 
one being sad in this beautiful world, and there’s 
no medicine to cure ‘the blues’ like having some¬ 
thing to do. Suppose you try house-work awhile, 
Miss Clara— he an apprentice to our Nora.” 
“ Oh ! mercy! I should die in a week, besides 
mama says I am too delicate to work.” 
“Well, toughen yourself then. Try it, and 
you’ll find in a fortnight that you are as rosy and 
healthy as our Nora. 
“ O, Mrs. Leon ! what would be the use to me ?— 
you know I’ll never be obliged to put it into 
practice.” 
“Miss Clara, you don’t know,” slowly replied 
Mrs. Leon ; “ you think that because your father 
is rich, and you can have servants to wait on you 
now, it will always be so, but you don’t know.— 
Besides, every woman, rich or poor, should under¬ 
stand well the affairs of her household.” 
Miss Clara laughed languidly. “ At any rate 
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mistress of a fine mansion,—a country seat of one 
of our flourishing Western cities. Mr. Ambrose 
had risen in his profession, and aided by the fru¬ 
gality and industry of his Nora, had gradually 
increased in wealth, till he ranked as one of the 
first citizens of the West, and was elected to the 
State Senate. Time had not dimmed the light in 
Nora’s eye; still buoyant and happy-hearted, she 
was the joy of his hearthstone. 
Changes had also come over our friend Clara. 
Early in life she had married a young lawyer of 
considerable wealth, but unaccustomed to econo¬ 
mize, and a stranger to labor and management, it 
was not many years before their property was 
wasted, and they were obliged to exchange their 
spacious residence for a little cottage in the same 
city where dwelt Senator Ambrose, though each 
family was unconscious of the presence of the 
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had the latter learned in early life those habits of 
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in his own breast; and these heavenly qualities 
can be implanted there in no other way than by 
cultivating the habit of shunning, as sins against 
God, every evil and disorderly affection, thought 
or- action. 
—-- - ♦ - 
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when she follows us up stairs to our bed in her 
suit of black velvet and diamonds, every creak of 
her sandals and every whisper of her lips is full 
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