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MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER, 
cBbumtinnal Jejiarfmrat. 
BY L. WETHERELL. 
“HE HATES STUDY,” 
To what vast numbers of the human 
family has this quotation been truthfully 
applied; and, alas, to what multitudes of 
young men and largo boys it will apply at 
the present day. What numbers of youth of 
both sexes, between the ages of 15 and 21 
years, might become intelligent and well in¬ 
formed on a variety of subjects, were it not 
true of them that they dislike that patient, 
diligent application necessary to become so. 
They hate study. 
If such attend school, and many do, they 
profess perhaps, to bo very eager to obtain 
knowledge, but are all the while unwilling 
to study. Now thero must be some reason 
for this want of application to books and 
the means of acquiring knowledge Some 
call it indolence—others laziness. It may 
bo sometimes the one and again the other, 
and not unfrequently, perhaps, a little or 
much of both. But we believe that there 
is a deeper cause—a more fundamental dif¬ 
ficulty—a root evil, so to speak. 
It was said of man, by one of old time,— 
and one who knew what was in man, that 
unless ho be born a,gain, he cannot see 
the kingdom of hoaven. Whatever the 
reader may think of this assertion, there is 
a kindred fact which he must, and will readi¬ 
ly admit, to wit, that without a natural 
birth or creation, a physical world, such as 
that in which we live, cannot be enjoyed. 
Now if thero be a spiritual birth necessary 
in order to be happy in the contemplation 
of spiritual truths and subjects—a natural 
birth for the enjoyment of sensual pleasures, 
so it would seem to follow from analogy, 
that there must be, so to speak, an intellec¬ 
tual birth before there can be mental pleas¬ 
ure and happiness in the pursuit of wis¬ 
dom and knowledge. 
The true mother, begins at the earliest 
dawn of reason in'lier infant to quicken its 
powers of observation and attention, to store 
its dawning mind with knowledge, and thus 
prepares it, day by day, to seek and desire 
more knowledge, and the desire increases 
and strengthens upon what it feeds. Of 
such a child it will never bo said that he 
hates study. But when ho grows to man¬ 
hood, having been in love with knowledge 
from his very infancy, it will be said of him 
that he is fitted for any station of honor or 
usefulness which he may bo called to fill. If 
the inquiry be started concerning such a 
ono, or any ono who rises to great useful¬ 
ness and distinction, what is or was the rea- 
son“or cause of this man’s greatness, — the 
response comes back as in innumerably in¬ 
stances, he had a good mother —ono who 
watched carefully over his infancy, child¬ 
hood, and youth—who provided for the 
physical wants and necessities, and neglect¬ 
ed neither the mental nor spiritual nature 
of her tender loving, and lovely child— 
lovely, because loved, and nourished, and 
cherished and cultured by a truly wise and 
faithful mother—no better than all mothers 
should be, who undertake the responsible 
work of training a being for two worlds. . 
We are no fatalist, neither do wo believe 
in impossibilities. Consequently wo would 
not admit the plea of those who attempt to 
justify their criminal inattention or neglect 
to use the means of acquiring useful knowl¬ 
edge, by saying that they were neglected 
and uncared for in childhood and hence it 
is impossible at the age of 16 to throw' off 
this habit of indifference, at least, in their 
cases. But you must bear in mind, young 
friends, that the time is not very far distant 
from any one of you, if this mental dead¬ 
ness bo not quickened into lifo and action, 
it will bo said of you, when the Ethio¬ 
pian changes his skin and the leopard his 
spots, then will those who have been accus- 
med to hate study, engage in mental pur¬ 
suits with pleasure and delight and no long¬ 
er hato study. 
Let the young of the ages here indicated, 
try this school season and see if they can¬ 
not make it tell better on their mental 
growth than any past period has done— 
then after little or much effort as the dis¬ 
ease is more or less chronic, will you come 
to love more than any thing else, that which 
you have, hitherto, hated above all things 
besides. 
Harpers’ New Monthly Magazine for 
Decomber, is an interesting and beautifully 
illustrated number. The Sketch of Wash¬ 
ington City—Australia and its Gold — Na¬ 
poleon Bonaparte — Daniel Webster — 
these are among the illustrated articles.— 
For sale at Dewey’s. 
Edward Cooper, A. M., late Editor of the 
Teachers’ Advocate, published at Syracuse, 
has been appointed President of Asbury 
Female College, at Now Albany, la. Hon. 
Salem Town, LL. D., is Superintendent of 
the Normal Department. 
LOUIS NAPOLEON, EMPEROR OF FRANCE. 
The recent installation of Louis Napo¬ 
leon as Emperor of France, under the title 
of Napoleon III, has brought him again con¬ 
spicuously before the American public,— 
and must, indeed, be considered a most im¬ 
portant event throughout the wdiole civil¬ 
ized world. And, as anything concerning 
his early history, character and progress 
cannot fail of possessing interest at the 
present moment, we present our readers a 
portrait of the man—Emperor, for the time 
being,—and annex a few' noteworthy facts 
relative to his career. 
Louis Napoleon, born in 1808, is the sec¬ 
ond son of Louis Napoleon (King of Hol¬ 
land, and brother to the former and more 
celebrated Emperor,) and Hortense, the 
daughter of Josephine. The eldest son 
died in Switzerland, and the present Empe¬ 
ror was first hoard of publicly in 1836, when 
he made an attempt at Strasburg to place 
himself upon the throne of the late King— 
Louis Philippe. This conspiracy, encour¬ 
aged by disaffection in the army, and its rev¬ 
erence for the name of the Emperor, would 
probably have been attended with some 
measure of success, if his non-resemblance 
to the original Napoleon had not caused 
him to bo suspected as an impostor,—and 
hence suffei'ed, by the doubting soldiery, to 
be arrested by the officers of the Govern¬ 
ment. The revolt being crushed in the bud, 
its author was leniently permitted to leave 
for America, on condition that he should 
not return to Europe. He assured Louis 
Philippe of his “ eternal gratitude,” and— 
set about conspiring his overthrow ! 
The pretext for his second attempt — in 
1840, at Bolougne — was the enthusiam at¬ 
tending the arrival in France of the remains 
of the Emperor. This generous homage on 
the part of the then King would have dis¬ 
armed an honorable enemy, and the conduct 
of Louis Napoleon in seeking to advance 
THE PAIR OF WRENS. 
They were late in nesting. The w’arm 
sunny May days had come, and yet they 
were flitting about the door-yard shrubbery, 
occasionally looking into nooks and cran¬ 
nies, homeless and nestless. To invito their 
stay for the season, a cast off oyster keg 
was placed in the crotch of a tree, the bung- 
hole in the end being a convenient place of 
ingress and egress; and a nest carefully 
made in it of moss and cotton. They soon 
commenced a survey of it, lighting upon 
and entering it, they would chatter as if 
discussing the weighty subject of adapted¬ 
ness to their w r ants and their taste; then 
lighting upon a neighboring limb, nestled 
close to each other, they would seem to be 
deeply and quietly considering the matter. 
Hours passed in this way, when the council 
broke up; it had been ayes and nays, and 
the ayes and oyster kog had it. To work 
they went, gaily and cheerfully as any 
young couple about to commence “ house¬ 
keeping.” But the soft proffered nest was 
rejected ; or rather served but for tho case 
of a superstructure of coarse sticks, shav¬ 
ings and shreds of cotton and wool. Clear¬ 
ly, birds are non-progressive; no innovators; 
they build as did their ancestors, or as they 
did when they came from the hand of him 
who “ careth for them; who added them to 
the beautiful things of His creation !” 
In three hours all told, the nest was com¬ 
pleted ; ere the vesper song was sung, a tiny 
egg, mottled, its rich soft colors beautifully 
blended—such as might have been the ear 
himself by it, exhibited the character of the 
principles by which he was actuated. But 
this too, was a failure, and resulted in his 
rigorous imprisonment at the fortress of 
Ham —whence, after five years confinement, 
ho escaped. 
Ilis subsequent career is known to all our 
readers familiar with the history of tho timos 
during the last decade. The influence of 
his name upon the hearts and feelings of tho 
French people, was strikingly exemplified 
in his election, by a majority of three mil¬ 
lion over all competitors, as President of 
France. Certainly his greatest claim to fa¬ 
vor and notoriety was that he was a nephew 
of tho former Emperor. His elevation, 
however, was in part effected by the advo¬ 
cates of a restoration, who, from his known 
pretendership and hair-brained efforts, tho’t 
he could be used to subserve their purposes. 
In concluding a brief sketch of Louis 
Napoleon, published in the first volume of 
the Rural, we remarked :—“ Yet we cannot 
deny him a certain earnestness of purpose, 
and an enthusiasm of pursuit which has 
given him success, and accounts for the 
divided opinions which aro entertained of 
his character and abilities. Ilis present po¬ 
sition [1850,] is too well understood to need 
comment. By a largo majority of the peo¬ 
ple he is more detested than he was before 
idolized. Yet, [mark the prediction] skilful 
in all the chicanery of diplomacy, he has 
gained power that may yet lead to his ta¬ 
king the throne of France—which even now 
can be considered a Republic but in name.” 
Louis Napoleon has proved himself most 
shrewd in diplomacy, and is now Emperor 
of Franco — but “ the end is not yet.”— 
Though all is now fair in his horizon, the 
hand-writing on the wall will appear, and 
tho Emperor of to-day ere long reach the 
dungeon or guillotine, or become a victim 
of assassination. 
drop of a fairy — graced the hasty but not 
incomplete structure. In a few days, two 
more were added ; incubation followed ; in 
due time there was the peeping of young 
birds, and the joyous chattering of the old 
ones as they supplied them with their daily 
food. The young ones fledged, there was a 
few days absence of the whole family—(as 
if to remove the young birds from the reach 
of wanton boys)—when the old ones return¬ 
ed ; and another brood was added to tho 
season’s increase. Now that flower and leaf 
have faded, and the cold north has become 
uncongenial, these summer companions are 
away in a sunnier clime. Thanks to them 
for their summer’s presence— to the mater¬ 
nal one for her example of domestic faith¬ 
fulness—to the paternal one for his equal 
domestic virtues, and most of all, selfish as 
it may seem, for his gay reveilles—that wero 
as constant as the day’s dawn.— Rochester 
Union. 
Rain. —The drops of rain vary in their 
size; perhaps from ono twenty-fifth to one 
fourth of an inch in diameter. In parting 
from the clouds, they precipitate their de¬ 
scent till the increasing resistacce opposed 
by tho air becomes equal to their weight, 
when they continue to fall with a uniform 
velocity, which is, therefore, in a certain ra¬ 
tio to the diameter of the drops; hence thun¬ 
der and other showers, in which the drops 
are large, pour down faster than a drizzling 
rain. A drop of the twenty-fifth part of an 
inch, in falling through the air, would when 
it had arrived at its uniform velocity, only 
acquire a celerity of eleven feet and a half 
per second; while one-fourth of an inch 
would acquire a velocity of thirty-three feet 
and a half. J 
Jleabing for tjjr Noting. 
labbatl; Hrairings. 
THOUGHTS AFTER A FUNERAL. 
PRESENCE OF MIND. 
Very much has been written with regard 
to this important trait of character, yet 
adults, as well as children, are continually, 
in every dangerous emergency, found la¬ 
mentably deficient. Accidents causing death 
and destruction of property will ever occur; 
therefore in calm and tranquil moments we 
should fortify ourselves for the hour of dan¬ 
ger. The story of “John Raynor” impressed 
on the mind, possibly might have restored 
to life many children apparently drowned. 
“ It was during the summer holidays of 
1800,” said Mr. Bowers, “I had a young 
friend staying with mo and my younger 
brother Edward. His name was John Ray¬ 
nor ; and how ho came by so much infor¬ 
mation as he seemed to have, I do not re¬ 
member that we troubled ourselves to in¬ 
quire ; but my father, who liked John ex¬ 
ceedingly, said it was from his constant 
habit of observation. He was then only 
fourteen, only two years older than myself. 
One evening, during the absence of my 
parents, we occupied ourselves with assist¬ 
ing our old gardener. The garden sloped 
down to a broad river, which joined the sea 
at a few miles distance. I was not so busy 
but I looked up every now and then to 
watch the beautiful sunset that sparkled on 
the water, or the passage boats and country 
barges that glided by at intervals. Sudden¬ 
ly I observed, at a small distance, something 
floating on the water. 
“It is the body of a boy !” said John, and 
in a moment flung off his jacket and threw 
himself into the water. Fortunately he 
was a good swimmer, and his courage never 
left him. He swam with all his strength 
towards the floating body, and seizing, with 
one hand the hair, with the other directed 
his course to the shore. We watchod eager¬ 
ly, and tho moment he came within reach, 
assisted him in laying tho body on a grass 
plot. My brother Edward recognized him 
as the son of a washerwoman, exclaiming as 
he burst into tears— 
“ Poor woman, she will never see her boy 
again.” John replied, in a hurried tone. 
“ She may, if we lose no time, and use the 
right means to recover him. Edward, run 
quickly for a doctor; and as you pass the 
kitchen, tell Susan to havo a bed warmed.” 
“Wo had better hold him up by the heels,” 
said tho gardener, “to let the water run out 
of his mouth.” 
“No, no,” exclaimed John ; “by so doing 
wo shall kill him, if he is not already dead;- 
we must handle him as gontly as possible.” 
When the body had been carried into the 
house, tho gardener urged John to place the 
body near the kitchen fire ; but after a lit¬ 
tle persuasion they yielded to John’s en¬ 
treaty. and the body was rubbed dry, and 
placed on his right side between hot blank¬ 
ets, on a mattrass. The head was bound 
with flannol, and placed high on pillows ; 
four bottles wero filled with hot water, 
wrapped in flannels, and placed at tho arm- 
pits and feet, while the body was constantly 
rubbed with hot flannels. John then took 
the bellows, and having blown out all the 
dust, directed me to close the mouth and 
one nostril, while he, by blowing in at the 
other, filled the chest with air ; he then laid 
aside tho bellows and pressed tho chest up¬ 
wards to force the air out; this was done 
from twenty to thirty times in a minute, to 
imitate natural breathing. All this time 
windows and doors were left wide open.— 
Edward at length returned without the doc¬ 
tor; he was absent from home. The use of 
friction with warm flannel, and artificial 
breathing, continued for one hour and a 
half, and no signs of life appeared. John 
continued his efforts. Another half hour 
passed, and, to the inexpressible delight of 
us all, the boy then opened his oyes, and ut¬ 
tered a faint sigh.” 
What a good thing it was for tho mother 
of this poor boy, that John Raynor once 
read, on a framed printed paper, “Rules of 
the Humane Society for recovering persons 
apparently drowned.” Better still, that he 
had taken pains to remember them. Every 
item that we glean, calculated to bonofit the 
distressed, should bo treasured in memory’s 
garner for the hour of ncod.— Mother’s 
Jour, and Family Visitant. 
EARNEST "WORDS. 
We find them recorded in books — we 
read them and are impressed by them—we 
mentally ejaculate, “ blessing on those who 
write earnest words, and breatho deep 
thoughts into the hearts of tho young and 
undecided, at the beginning of their pil¬ 
grimage.” 
We heay them from tho lips of parents 
and teachers—we wonder if they \dll bo 
heeded by those to whom they aro addressed, 
or whether they are mere sounds, destined 
to die upon the ear and be forgotten in an 
hour. These earnest words are the fruits 
of experience and affection. Will tho young 
believe this? Will they heed the voice of 
warning, the yearning of affectionate hearts ? 
Earnest words are heard from tho pulpit 
—words fraught with the stupendous truths 
of mortality and pardon for guilty men.— 
Are these words heeded ? 
Earnest words aro sent forth through tho 
periodical and newspaper presses of our 
country. Words of warning—words of ad¬ 
monition—words of encouragement. 
Let them still go on their mission. Like 
seed thrown from the hand of the husband¬ 
man. some doubtless. “ will fall upon stoney 
ground,” — some will first spring up, but 
wither when the noonday shines. “ beeauso 
they have no depth of earth, while others 
flailing upon good ground, shall bring forth, 
some thirty and some an hundred fold.” 
The human brain is tho twenty-eighth part 
of tho body, but in the horse butafourhun- 
dreth. 
BY J. CLEMENT. 
Many are the friends we cherished 
Long ago, that sweetly grew 
By our side, but early perished, 
Fading like the flowers from view; 
Friends who by the wayside perished, 
Frail as flowers, as lovely too. 
As the morning star, that sprinkles 
Argents in the face of dawn, 
In the twilight fainter twinkles, 
And is hastily withdrawn, 
Oft some loved one, raising, twinkles, 
And with morn's full blush is gone 1 
Thus have fled the pure and gifted, 
Doting parents’ hope and boast; 
Off their mortal robes they shifted, 
When was prized their music most; 
Off their robes in haste they shifted, 
Beckoned by the choiring host. 
[ Western Literary Messenger. 
For the Rural New Yorker. 
JUDGING BY THE FRUITS. 
In the journey of life, many questions, 
doctrines, and principles are constantly de¬ 
manding solution, or our judgment respect¬ 
ing them; the real ground and meaning of 
which seems hidden under difficulty or mys¬ 
tery apparently impenetrable to mortal eye. 
Yet they are, perhaps, connected intimately 
with our actions or our interests, and de¬ 
mand our attention—we need both to study 
and to know them, that we may conduct 
ourselves aright. Where shall wo find a 
plain, simple rulo for our government in 
this difficult matter ? Wo may find it in 
tho Bible. “ By their fruits ye shall know 
them,” is ono of those apothegms of our 
Savior which will guide us through tho laby¬ 
rinth. Whatever question may arise, if it 
havo any importance, it has results or fruits, 
and by these shall wo judgo of tho causes 
that produce them. 
We are not set afloat on the sea of spec¬ 
ulation, or directed to dive into tho turbid 
w r aters of mystery; we are taught to look at 
tho results, and as they aro good or evil, so 
are we to judge them. “ Every good tree 
bringeth forth good fruit, but a corrupt tree 
bringeth forth evil fruit.”— B. 
THE OLD PETITION. 
“ He now prayed in his usual voice, strong, 
full, and clear, ending with “ Heavenly Fath¬ 
er forgive my sins, and receive me to Thyself 
for Jesus’ sake.” 
That old petition ! how often it has trem¬ 
bled upon dying lips ! How fade tho tri¬ 
umphs of life before tho stern reaper ! How 
pale the bannors of earth’s glory, when the 
shroud lies folded by their sido ! 
From attics where decay rots all over the 
foul boards, and the sunlight seems a mock¬ 
ery to the crime-stained wrotch, who writhes 
in tho death agony, goes up that piercing 
cry, “for Jesus’ sake.” 
In mouldy collars and damp prison-cells 
—in the wards of the Alms-house and Hos¬ 
pital—on tho wave when the storm blackens 
it—in dark places where tho dripping hand 
of murder strikes — in tho home of luxury 
—the palaces of kings, prostrato and help¬ 
less the dying have for ages cried that old 
cry—for Jesus’ sake. 
Is it not an impressive sight to behold tho 
man to whom the greatest of earthly honors 
have been lavishly awarded, leaning at last 
for his all of hope and mercy upon tho 
name of the humble Nazareno ? How im¬ 
pressively it shows us that true religion far 
outweighs all the empty honors of the most 
glorious earthly destiny. 
“For Jesus’ sake,” whispers the sweet 
young Christian folding her white hands 
calmly. 
Death parts her soft tressess—his fingers 
feel clammy upon her brow — but sho fears 
not—sho feels underneath her head an ever¬ 
lasting arm. 
Not with her blue eyes dimly, but the 
eyes of her spirit, sees sho the golden gates 
of tho New Jerusalem, and celestial harpers 
harping that old sweet strain. 
“For Jesus’ sako,” murmurs the dying 
child. And ho smiles as he whispers, “ papa, 
a strong man will carry me over the moun¬ 
tains ”—“ mother, I see a great shining place, 
is it heaven?”—“Oh! what pretty music” 
and the wan, pale hands spring together 
with pleasure. 
Who cannot remember similar triumphal 
strains when their own little lambs have 
been gathered to the fold of the Great Shep¬ 
herd— or when the wisest, the best, the el¬ 
dest, the most loved of all their household 
loves, have departed hence for heaven ? 
Readers, young and old, with Daniel Web¬ 
ster let us pray daily — “forgive my sins 
through Christ Jesus,” that when we come 
to sleep the last sleep, that dear Savior will 
“ Make our dying: bods 
Feel soft as downy pillows are.” 
God has written upon the flowers that 
sweeten tho air—upon tho breezo that rocks 
he flowers upon the stem—upon tho rain 
drop that refreshes tho sprig of moss that 
lifts its head in the desert—upon its deep 
chambers — upon every penciled shell that 
sleeps in tho caverns of tho deep, no less 
than upon the mighty sun which warms and 
cheers millions of creatures that live in its 
light — upon his works he has written, 
“ None liveth for himself.” 
As the soul advances in true resignation 
of its own will to God, every principle and 
faculty of mind becomes sanctified, even 
down into the life of the senses. 
