all in the clouds, but resting on the more tangible 
foundation of terra firma; in that castle sits a 
man and woman — husband and wife; material 
furniture is there, and lo! my increasing vision 
sees on a wall, in a room, in that aforesaid struc¬ 
ture, a gilded frame, which encircles two advertise¬ 
ments—the one asks for a room, the other for a 
husband ; the faces of the pair seem to say that 
the advertisements have been answered —that 
Daisy Bartlett has a husband, and Dudley Barn¬ 
well a room—room in Daisy’s heart. What say 
you old fellow?” 
and I did not stop for sentiment. The boy was 
paid hts demanded charge; his quizzical, inquisi¬ 
tive, impudent face left unnoticed, while I sat down 
to read these answers to our inquiries. 
As near as I can now remember —all this hap¬ 
pened some four years ago—the first one I opened 
ran thus: 
“My Dear Miss— (Miss! some mistake here)— 
Your inquiry in yesterday’s Herald (oh! I see, a 
Hiere slip of the pen—Miss for Messrs.)—was seen, 
and awakened in mv heart (visions of-dollars 
THE APPLES OF NEW ENGLAND. 
divine mystery infolding it, which tells of its 
divine origin, and promises a fuller revelation 
when man is fitted to receive it. If it were not 
so we would call it man’s invention. You turn 
from Revelation, because it contains some things 
you cannot comprehend; yet you plunge into a 
deeper, darker mystery, when you embrace the 
theory of an eternal, self-existing universe, hav¬ 
ing no intelligent creator, yet constantly creating 
intelligent beings. Sir, can you understand how 
matter creates mind?” 
She laid her Bible on his knee, her folded hands 
rested upon it, and her gray eyes, clear and earn¬ 
est, looked up reverently into her husband’s noble 
face. IIis soft band wandered over her head, and 
he seemed pondering her words. 
May God aid the wife in her holy work of love. 
— Beulah. 
umor 
BY MBS. M. A. DENISON. 
A glorious bong on a glorious theme. Let ns no 
longer slander the Golden Pippin and Bell-flower as 
apples of discord, but hereafter look on them as fore¬ 
runners of peace, as the “Early Harvest” of good 
things. 
Tire apples of New England ! 
How hang their loaded bougb6, 
Over the gray stone fences, 
In reach of the dappled cows; 
Oh! every red-cheeked Baldwin 
Hath a merry song to sing 
Of some old moss-roofed cottage, 
Where the farmer is a king. 
Yes, king of his bursting acres. 
Whose grain takes a thousand hues 
In the wonder-tinting sunshine; 
Yes, king in his cobbled shoes ; 
King of the sturdy plowshare; 
King of the sickle keen ; 
King over God’s full meadows, 
Budding in white and green. 
The Russets of New England ! 
What ruddy fires they see, 
Where the crack of the veiny walnut 
And the crack in the pine agree; 
Where the herds hang high in the chimney, 
And the cat pnrrs on the hearth, 
And the frolicking boys guess riddles, 
With many a shout of mirth. 
And they hear the fearful stories 
That trouble ibe children’s sleep, 
Of ghosts seen in the valleys. 
And spectres in the deep; 
And they burst their sides with laughing, 
And fling their rich wines round, 
Or dance to a cunning piping, 
As the corn pops white at a bound. 
Oh ! the Sweetings of New England ! 
Of the old Rhode Island stock— 
Brought from the English gardens 
To grace the land of rock ; 
As fair as Britain’s danghters, 
As hardy as her men ; 
But fairer lads and lasses 
Have plucked her fruit since then. 
Oh! the Pearmain of New England! 
With its blended milk and rose, 
There’s a smell of Albion’s orchards 
Wherever the good tree glows; 
A stout old pilgrim brought it, 
And to cradle its seed he broke 
The sacred soil of Hartford, 
By the roots of the Charter Oak. 
Oh ! the Pippins of New England! 
What lovers’ smiles they see, 
When their yellow coats in letters 
Tell tales at the apple-bee: 
What rosy checks at the quiltings, 
What kissing in huskiDg time! 
That soon lead off to the parson, 
Or end in a wedding chime. 
Oh ! the apples of New England ! 
They are famous in every land ; 
And they sleep in the silver baskets, 
Or blush in a jewelled hand ; 
They swell in delicious dreaming 
On a beautiful crimson lip, 
And taste of the nectared blisses 
. No lover has dared to sip. 
They go to the southern islands, 
They go to the western wild, 
And they tell of their glorious birth-place 
To every frolicking child ; 
Of the home where men are noble, 
And the women as good as fair— 
Oh ! the apples of New England, 
They are welcome everywhere! 
PROFESSIONAL “JOKERS, 
Clerical. 
A renowned clergyman of New York lately 
preached rather a long sermon from the text— 
“ Thou art weighed in the balance and found want¬ 
ing.” After the congregation had listened about 
an hour, some began to get weary and went out; 
others soon followed, greatly to the annoyance of 
the minister. Another person started, whereupon 
the parson stopped in his sermon, and said:—- 
“That’s right, gentlemen; as fast as you are 
weighed, pass out!” He continued his sermon at 
length, but no one disturbed him after that. 
A clergyman from a town near Providence, 
It. I., and one of his elderly parishioners, were 
walking home from church one icy day last winter, 
when the old gentleman slipped and fell flat on his 
back. The minister looked at him a moment, and 
being assured he was not much hurt, said to him, 
“Friend, sinners stand on slippery places.” The 
old gentleman looked up, as if to assure himself 
of the fact, and said, “ I see they do, but I can’t.” 
Medical. 
Doctor Bolij9, who was very angry when any 
joke was passed on his profession, once said :—“ I 
defy any person whom I ever attended, to accuse 
me of ignorance or neglect.” “That you may do 
safely, doctor,” replied a wag, “dead men tell no 
tales.” 
“Doctor,” said a gentleman to a physician, 
“my daughter had a fit this morning, and con¬ 
tinued for half an hour without knowledge.”— 
“Oh,” replied the doctor, “never mind that, 
many people continue so all their lives!” 
Physicians in India raise blisters with red-hot 
iron, and dress them with cayenne pepper. If such 
treatment does not make people “smart,” we 
don’t know anything that would. 
The venerable lady of a celebrated physician, 
one day casting her eye out of the window, 
observed her husband in the funeral procession of 
one of his patients, at which she exclaimed :—“I 
do wish my husband would keep away from such 
processions; it appears too much like a tailor car¬ 
rying home his work.” 
Mother. —“ Here, Tommy, is some nice castor 
oil, with oraDge in it.” Doctor.—“Now remem¬ 
ber, don’t give it all to Tommy; leave some for 
me.” Tommy—(who has been there)—“ Doctor’s 
a nice man, ma; give it all to the Doctor.” 
Legal. 
A man who had brutally assaulted his wife was 
brought before Justice Kavanaugb, of New York, 
lately, and had a good deal to say about “getting 
justice.” “Justice,” replied Kavanaugh, “you 
can’t get it here. This court has no power to 
hang you.” 
When the celebrated Dunning, afterwards Lord 
Ashburton, was “stating law” to a jury in court, 
Lord Mansfield interrupted him by saying,—“If 
that be law, I’ll go home and burn my books.” 
“ My lord,” replied Dunning, “ you had better go 
home and read them.” 
Reader, if you will come up towD, and see me— 
us, I mean— I will tell you how true a prophet 
Tom was; tell you that I asked some if there was 
“Anything there for D. B. ?” and how she an¬ 
swered.— Ilome Journal. 
room in his soul. Is the lellow OaHr Its ad¬ 
dressed to D. B.” Says, “ Your advertisement in 
the Herald of yesterday.” What can it mean ?) 
Just at this moment light began to come in upon 
my darkened and confused mind. I asked the boy 
for a yesterday’s Herald, and there I found, under 
the head matrimonial, the following advertisement: 
“A young lady of good family in this city, with 
ample fortune, tired of the insincerities of fashion¬ 
able society, desires to cultivate the acquaintance 
ofa young man of like social position, with a view 
to matrimony. Please address, D. B., Union 
Square Post-Office.” 
The puzzle was over. There were two D. B.’s 
in the world, and I had some letters belonging to 
the other; moreover I had been reading them— 
reading a lady’s private correspondence. I sat 
and thought awhile. The indefitness of the adver¬ 
tisement either tells of woeful ignorance, or the 
prank of some one of the fun-loving school girls of 
New-York; so no great harm will be done to the 
feelings of the writer. I can only open them all, 
and hand back to the boy those for the other 
D. B. 
It was time to explain to him, however—for the 
young official stood gazing at me, as I sat with the 
first opened letter in my hand, and with all the 
others untouched beside me. I told it all to him, 
what I proposed doing ; he assented, astonished 
that such a coincidence should have happened, 
eveD in that place of queer doings, Union Square 
Post-Office. I turned to my correspondence again; 
the next was as it should be, a business offer of 
rooms; the next a matrimonial one. I had got 
about to the tenth of these alternate layers of 
matrimony and boarding-houses, when a lady en¬ 
tered the store. I have reason to remember her, 
and I think I can describe her appearance even at 
this time. She .was of medium height, and this 
means five feet two inches in woman, with brown 
hair, worn, as a handsome one of the sex will always 
wear it, behind the ears; a hazel eye, cheeks just 
tinged with rosy coloring, pouty, yet inviting 
lips; and her hand was ungloved, showing not the 
exquisite taper so much admired in ideal, yet sel¬ 
dom seeD, but a charming chubbiness. Her foot 
(this I have learned since) was a pretty one, and 
expressed as much by its tapping as the flashing 
of many a beauty’s eyes. She wore—here I must 
stop; I cannot recollect that. She was dressed 
MARRIAGE-WOMAN’S MISSION. 
Reader, marriage is Dot the end of life; it is 
but the beginning of a new course of duties; but 
I cannot now follow Beulah. Henceforth, her 
history is bound up with another’s. To save her 
husband from his unbelief, is the labor of her 
future life. She had learned to suffer, and to bear 
patiently ; and though her path looks sunDy and 
her heart throbs with happy hopes, this one 
shadow lurks over her home, and dims her joys. 
Weeks and months glided swiftly on. Dr. Hart¬ 
well’s face lost its stern rigidity, aDd his smile 
became constantly genial. His wife was his idol; 
day by day, his love for her seemed more com¬ 
pletely to revolutionize his nature. His cynicism 
melted insensibly away ; his lips forgot their iron 
compression; now and then his long-forgotten 
laugh rang through the house. Beulah was con¬ 
scious of the power she wielded, and trembled 
lest she failed to employ it properly. One Sabbath 
afternoon she sat in her room, with her cheek on 
her hand, absorbed in earnest thought. Her little 
Bible lay on her lap, and she was pondering the 
text she had heard that morning. Charon came 
and nestled his huge head against her. Presently 
she heard the quick tramp of hoops and whir of 
wheels; and soon after her husbaDd entered and 
sat down beside her. 
“ What are you thinking of?” said he, passing 
his hand over her head carelessly-. 
“ Thinking of my life—of the bygone years of 
struggle.” 
“ They are past, and can trouble you no more. 
‘Let the dead bury its dead!’ ” 
“ No, my past can never die. I ponder it often; 
it does me good; strengthens me by keeping me 
humble. I was just thinking 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 4 letters. 
My 1, 2, 4 is a falsehood. 
My 1, 4, 8, 2 is a man’s name. 
My 3, 2, 4 is to attempt to equal. 
My 4, 3, 4 is a woman’s name. 
My 1, 4, 4 is the side opposite to the wi»d. 
My 4, 4,1 is a kind of fish. 
My 4,1,1 is a measure of length. 
My 4, 3, 2,1 is wicked. 
My 8, 4, 2,1 is worn by women. 
My 8, 2,1, 4 is worthless. 
My 1, 4, 8, 4,1 is even. 
My 1, 4, 3, 4, 4 is a bank of earth. 
My whole is an intransitive verb, signifying to exist. 
Hillsboro, Ill., 1859. M. V. Z. 
E5P" Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore’s Rural NewYorker. 
GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA-ACROSTICAL. 
I am composed of 20 letters. 
My 1,14, 8, 7,19 is a county in Missouri. 
My 2,14, 5,.is a bay in New Foundland. 
My 3, 5,15, 6 is a city in Pennsylvania. 
My 4, 5, 8, 7, 32, G is a river in Kentucky. 
My 5,10, 20, 20 is a county in Ohio. 
My 0, 8, 20 is a river in Germany. 
My 7, 5,15, 8 is a county in New York. 
My 8,15,13, 2 is a river in Scotland. 
My 9,10,18, 20, 7 is a river in Maine. 
My 10, 2,15,18 is one of the United States. 
My 11,12,15,18,1C is a county in Arkansas. 
My 12, 6,11, 20, 8 is a river in North Carolina. 
My 18, 7,16, 20,14, 20 is a river in Louisiana. 
My 14, 9,15,13, 7 is a county in Mississippi. 
My 15,18,10,15,14 is a county in Michigan. 
My 16,14, '5, 6, 8.1,14 is a river in Turkey. 
My 17,18, 20,18,10,12 is a city in Massachusetts. 
My 18, 2,15,10 is a city in Ohio. 
My 19,11,17,14 is a river in California. 
My 20,11, 9,12, 7, 5 is a county in Tennessee. 
My whqle took quite a prominent part in the Ameri¬ 
can Revolution. 
Cadiz, Catt. Co., N. Y., 1859. Henri. 
Answer in two weeks. 
of the dreary, deso¬ 
late days and nights I passed, searching for a true 
philosophy, and going further astray with every 
effort. I was so proud of my intellect; put so 
much faith in my own powers : it was no wonder 
I was bo benighted.” 
“Where is your old worship of genius?” asked 
her husband, watching her curiously. 
“I have not lost, it ajl. I hope I never shall. 
Human genius has! accomplished a vast deal for 
man’s temporal existence. The physical sciences 
have been wheeled forwaid in the march of mind, 
and man’s earthly path gemmed with all that a 
merely sensual nature could desire. But looking 
aside from these channels, what has it effected for 
philosophy, that great burden which constantly 
recalls the fabled labors of Sisyphus and the 
Danaides? Since the rising of Bethlehem’s star, 
in the cloudy sky of polytheism, what has human 
genius discovered of God, eternity, destiny? 
Metaphysicians build gorgeous cloud palaces, but 
the soul cannot dwell in their cold, misty atmos¬ 
phere. Antiquarians wrangle and write; Egypt’s 
mouldering monuments are raked from their 
desert graves and made the theme of scientific 
debate; but has all this learned disputation con¬ 
tributed one iota to clear the thorny way to strict 
morality ? Put the Bible out of sight, and how 
much will human intellect discover concerning 
our origin—our ultimate destiny ? In the morn¬ 
ing of time, sages handled these vital questions, 
and died, not one step nearer the truth than when 
they began. Now, our philosophers struggle, 
earnestly and honestly, to make plain the same 
inscrutable mysteries. Yes, blot out the records 
A traveler writes—“We started from a little 
town in the vicinity of Holstein. I would not un¬ 
dertake to spell or pronounce the name; but if 
you will take Tzchuckcn and Kionojed, and mix 
them up with Ompompanooshe, Scotch snuff, and 
Passamaquoddy, and pronounce the whole back¬ 
wards with a sneeze, you will get within about 
six miles of it.” 
For Moore’s Rural NewYorker. 
POETICAL ENIGMA 
In searching the records of antique lore, 
My birth you will find was with Adam and Eve— 
I stimulate man to grasp more and more, 
I have always wronged him, and I always deceive. 
Very cunning and shrewd my actions oft are, 
To delude and to cheat I am always alert, 
I instigate crimes in man, and debar 
From justice and right—his mind I pervert, f 
The wrongs and the sufferings man doth enddre, 
Most of their origin may be traced unto me j 
I govern the nations—I lead them to war— , 
Tyranny and slavery would cease but for m‘c. 
Though a vaesal has man ever been unto me, 
Goaded with cares, oft wearied with time, 
Might his servitude cease and thus become free, 
Would he cease to obey those mandates of mine. 
How happy and useful his days might remain, 
While in his probation on earth here below, 
Were he to refuse mo a place in his brain, 
No longer would trouble his mind undergo. 
Elba, Genesee Co., N. Y. Nathan Suotwell. 
gW* Answer in two weeks. 
I guess so," replied John, “lori saw crape on 
the door the next morning.” 
“Why are you always looking into the glass, 
madam?” “Sir, the glasses I look into help me 
to improve my appearance; those you look into 
degrade yours ?” 
A dandy’s occupation is to show his clothes; 
and, if they could but walk themselves, they would 
save him the labor, and do his work as well as 
himself. 
The young ladies’ best friend—their looking- 
glass, because it always gives them “aids to 
reflection.” 
He whose soul does not sing, need not try to 
sing with his throat. 
Why does a sailor know there is a man in the 
moon ? Because he has been to sea. 
The four P’s. —Pride breakfasted with Plenty, 
dined with Poverty, and supped with Penury. 
WnAT would Neptune exclaim if the sea were 
taken from him ?—I have not a notion. 
If a man marry a shrew, are we to suppose he is 
shrewd ? 
ANYTHING HERE FOR D. B.? 
1 should like to see again the expression I saw 
in that face, as the color came and went; then 
abode there until the whole countenance was suf¬ 
fused with blushes; and then the tears came, and 
the little foot patted hurriedly. 
I was prepared for embarrassments, for blushes, 
but for tears—no, not for them ; and I stood still 
like a convicted school-boy. She remained stand¬ 
ing, also; a queer picture was it, this side-view in 
the great panorama of New York life. At last I 
offered the letters. 
“I don’t wish them, sir. I was but joking—how 
foolish! ” and she turned from the store. 
She went across the Park, up Broadway, then 
into one of the twenty streets. I know, because I 
was near her—yes, walking by her side; and when 
we stopped at No. —, Daisy Bartlett and Dudley 
Barnwell were conversing easily and freely. 
“It had been a joke, and she had not expected 
such a funale. She did not want a husband ob¬ 
tained in this way. “She thought,” with a sly 
smile, “she might get one in a more womanly 
manner. If I could get a mutual acquaintance to 
introduce me, she would be glad to know me; but 
she was not romantic enough to consider the co¬ 
incidence of the two ‘ D. B.’s’ a sufficient claim to 
an acquaintance.” So we talked, or she did, and 
I congratulated myself on obtaining evidence of 
her impression that I was a gentleman; for, if not, 
why should she advance apologies for conduct of 
hers ? 
I left her at the door. I went home; I told Tom, 
and he sat back in his luxurious old rocking-chair 
and laughed. 
“Well, will you find the mutual acquaintance? 
and will you cultivate the acquaintance of Miss D. 
B.V and will you—oh! it is rich,” and he relieved 
himself by more ha, ha’s! “ Fine eyes; yes, I 
see, only a joke—not foolishly romantic—must 
have a knowledge of your antecedents — your 
family—before she will receive you as an acquaint¬ 
ance. Yes, I see; but don’t she know that you 
will find the mutual acquaintance. Let me be seer 
and prophet for a time.” Tom stood up and gazed 
Tom and I had just come up from breakfast. It 
had been a sorry one, and we were discontented 
and vexed. Threats of removal had been made 
for months; but the horrors of moving, even to 
two comparatively unencumbered bachelors, had 
prevented the accomplishment. We were in the 
Irishman’s first floor of a boarding-house, where 
all the miseries, and none of the “ comforts of a 
home,” had been borne by us for months. 
“ Dudley ”— I looked up from my paper —“ Dud¬ 
ley, we must move; I can’t, I shan’t endure it any 
longer. This elevation in lodgings don’t tend to 
a corresponding elevation of spirits. This plain 
fare may be healthful, but it’s decidedly uncomfort¬ 
able. This vile coffee might have been a fair in¬ 
fliction on Job, but, in my present condition, I 
don’t feel called upon to endure such fare. So, ‘ as ’ 
thou lovest me, Dud,’ look up different quarters, 
and I will as ever be your obedient chum.” 
I replied nothing, but turned overto the “Board 
column of the Herald, 
data will not only cease to be antagonistic to 
scriptural accounts, but will deepen the impress 
of Divinity on the pages of holy writ; when the 
torch shall be taken out of the hands of the infi¬ 
del, and set to burn in the temple of the living 
God; when Science and Religion shall link hands. 
I revere the lonely thinkers to whom the world 
is indebted for its great inventions. I honor the 
tireless laborers who toil in laboratories; who 
sweep midnight skies in search of new worlds; 
who upheave primeval rocks, hunting for footsteps 
of Deity; and I believe that every scientific fact 
will ultimately prove but another lamp, planted 
along the path which leads to a knowledge of 
Jehovah! Ah! it is indeed peculiarly the dut^ 
of Christians ‘ to watch, with reverence and joy, 
the unveiling of the august brow of Nature, by 
the hand of Science; and to be ready to call man¬ 
kind to a worship ever new!’ Human thought 
subserves many useful, nay, noble ends; the 
Creator gave it, as a powerful instrument, to 
improve man’s temporal condition; but oh, sir, 
I speak of what I know when I say, alas for the 
soul who forsakes the divine ark, and embarks on 
the gilded toys of man’s invention, hoping to 
breast the billows of life, and be anchored safely 
in the harbor of eternal rest! The heathens, 
‘having no law, are a law unto themselves;’ but 
for such as deliberately reject the given light, 
only bitter darkness remains. I know it; for I, 
too, once groped, wailing for help.” 
“Your religion is full of mystery,” said her 
husband, gravely. 
“Yes, of divine mystery. Truly, ‘a God com¬ 
prehended is no God at all!’ Christianity is clear, 
as to rules of life and duty. There is no mystery 
left about the directions to man; yet there is a 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
MATHEMATICAL PROBLEM. 
Supposing a pole, 82 feet high, to stand on a horizon¬ 
tal plane, at what height must it be cut off that the top 
of it may fall on a point 46 feet from the bottom, and 
the end where it was cut off rest on the upright part ? 
Hartford, ’Wis., 1859. E. W. D. 
Answer in two weeks. 
MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER, 
THE LARGEST CIRCULATED 
Agricultural, Literary and Family Weekly, 
IS PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY 
BY D. D. T. MOORE, ROCHESTER, N. Y. 
Office, Union Buildings, Opposite the Court Bouse, Buffalo St. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &c., IN No. 501, 
and Rooms” column of the Herald. I found 
nothing that would do. 
“ Well, Tom, I will put an advertisement in the 
paper, and await the result. How the ‘elegant 
brown stone fronts, in genteel locations, references 
exchanged, dinner at six o’clock,’ etc., will flow 
in upon us.” 
The morning thereafter you might have read the 
following advertisement: 
“ Two youDg gentlemen wish two rooms on the 
second or third floor, in a house situated between 
Fourteenth and Twenty-third streets, and Sixth 
Avenue and Broadway. Address, stating terms, 
D. B., Union Square Post-Oflice.” 
A day or two after I went into Godfrey’s, and 
asked the boy behind the Post-Office railing,— 
“ Anything here for D. B. ?” 
“A few,” was the response; and he showed me 
a pile consisting of some thirty or forty letters, 
each bearing the superscription “ D. B.” It was 
a pretty sight, that two score of letters. Here a 
neat white envelope, with the letters as delicately 
traced as if by the pen of a fairy; there a business 
bufi, with great masculine chirography; but these 
epistles were all on the most material of subjects, 
Answer to Geographical Enigma : — Stephen A. 
Douglas. 
Answer to Algebraical Problem:—The first flock con¬ 
tains 64, second 40, third 208, and fourth 86. 
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-It is always a most curious 
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it contriving pleasure and mimic business for 
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this little poet, who works, not with words, but 
creates strange visions for itself out of sticks, and 
stones, and straws. Dive, if you can, into the 
urchin’s mind, and follow to its source that ex¬ 
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nothing has called forth! It is a most curious 
spectacle. But when, at the same time, we call 
to mind that we ourselves have been just such 
another charming simpleton, there arises before 
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