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MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
MARCH 80. 
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Written for Moors’s Kural New-Yorker 
ONE I>Y ONE. 
KY 1 . E. DAT. 
O.yb by One. Oor life’s but trifles, 
Quickly coming, quickly passed — 
Our keenest woes are but an instant, 
And our cares can never last. 
Time is made of smallest atoms. 
Gathered from the fount of years; 
And our lives are formed of minutes, 
Intermingled hopes and fears. 
One by one. The rain-drops, falling 
On the scorched and dying flower, 
Lift its tiny faded blossom, 
Like a spell of magic power; 
So in life, each soothing accent 
Pour’d in love on wailing woe, 
Cheers the heart with rays of sunshine— 
Lends to life a brighter glow. 
One by one. Time’s passing numbers 
Mind us that our our three-score year* 
Past are passing, we retreating 
From the scenes which life endears. 
Then, with care, perform each duty, 
One by one discharge each trust, 
Heaven shall shower its blessings on thee, 
Earth shall bless thee as “the just.” 
Romeo, Mich., 1858. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker 
THE FLOWER OF HILLSDALE. 
BY WINNIE WILLIAN. 
HJU.8DAI.E is a pretty little village situated at 
the outskirts of the city of H-. Its cool retreats 
and pleasing shades often lure the feet of the citi¬ 
zens to tread its winding paths and wander 
through its luxuriant groves and meadows. One 
bright summer morning as Mr. Harry Graham 
was slowly traversing the plank road which leads 
from the city to the village, he was aroused from 
his meditations by a sweet, childish voice, and the 
patter of little feet near him. He paused, looked 
around, and there, sure enough, was a little girl of 
about ten summers, with a basket of flowers in her 
hand which she held up to his sight, at the same 
time saying, in her winning way, “ Huy my flowers, 
sir?” He did not know which to admire most, the 
beautiful and fragrant flowerB, or the lovely little 
maiden who held them. He had seldom seen a 
more interesting countenance. A wealth of dark 
curls danced about her soft, fair cheeks, and her 
deep, brown eyes—they were perfect tell-tales.— 
And then her rose-bud mouth seemed a fit lodg¬ 
ing place for a fairy to nestle in. “I gathered 
them all myself this morning while the dew was 
on them. The daises I took from the meadow; and 
the violets from the woods; the roses climb up our 
cottage walls, and those pinks grow in my own 
little flower-bed; but those sweet lilies of the valley 
I found hid away in a dark corner all by them¬ 
selves. Ain’t they pretty? Mama says they are the 
emblem of humility, and she taught me some 
verses our Savior said about lilies.” 
« Where do you live, and what is your name, little 
one?” inquired Mr. Graham. 
“I live iu Hillsdale, and my name is Grace.— 
Papa used to call me ‘ sunbeam’ and ‘ his flower,’ 
bat poor papa is dead now, and mama and I are 
all alone. We used to live in a real, pretty house, 
and we had a large garden all filled with flowers, 
and mama did not have to work any at all then.— 
But papa was taken sick one day, so very sick they 
would not let me go in his room for fear I would 
disturb him. But perhaps, sir,” she added, “you 
do not like to hear me talk.” 
“ Oh yes, tell me all about it Grace,” he replied, 
much interested in her artless story. 
“ Well, then, one morning nurse came for me, 
and said my father wanted to see me, and I went 
with her into the room. Mama was sitting hy the 
bed holding his hand, and crying very hard. When 
he saw me, he kissed me, and said he was going to 
another home, and I would never see him here 
again. Then I cried and asked him to take me 
with him. But he said ‘no, little Grace, you cannot 
come now, hut if you are a good girl, by-and-by 
you will be where papa is going, in the skies.’ He 
did not say any more and they took me out of the 
room. When I saw my dear papa again he was 
very still and his eyes were closed, and when I 
kissed him he was so cold I was afraid. Nurse 
said he was dead, and mama cried a great deal, and 
said her heart would break. They buried him in 
the dark, cold ground, and she planted flowers on 
his grave. Wc left our pretty home then, and 
came to Hillsdale. But we are very poor now, and 
mama has to work very hard. She says she is soon 
going to live with papa, and then I will be left 
alone. But she says Gon will take care of me, and 
when He sees fit He will take me to heaven to live 
with papa and her. And then she taught me this 
pretty verse. ‘ When my father and mother for¬ 
sake me, then the Lord will take me up.’ ” 
Having concluded her story she wiped away her 
tears with the corner of her little apron, and pa¬ 
tiently awaited the gentleman’s decision concern¬ 
ing her flowers. “ I will take them all,” he said, 
“ for my mother and sisters. Here is your money,” 
and he slipped a bright gold dollar into her little 
hand. “But I cannot change it sir,” said she. 
“It is all right Grace,” he answered laughingly 
as he noticed her perplexed look. “ Take it home 
to your mother, and she will know what to do with 
it” She thanked him gratefully and gayly tripped 
homeward. All that day Harry Graham could 
think of nothing else, and that night his dreams 
were haunted by the sweet little flower girl. The 
next week he was to sail for Europe, and in the 
midst of his preparations, little Grace and her 
Btory were banished from his mind. Four years 
elapsed ere he returned to his native land. But his 
roving disposition could not be contented at home, 
and after a short sojourn he again set out After 
three year's wanderings he turned his steps home¬ 
ward, and being then thirty years of age, he deter¬ 
mined to settle down in a sober, steady life, provi¬ 
ded he could find somebody to preside over his 
heart and home. About a month after his return, 
he started for Hillsdale. As he was proceeding 
| along the plank road, where, nearly seven years 
before, he had encountered the little Grace —and 
the circumstance was then brought to his mind— 
he was passed by a young lady, evidently a school¬ 
teacher, judging by the group of children that sur¬ 
rounded her. One glance at her face revealed the 
important fact that she was exquisitely lovely. He 
had seen that countenance before, it seemed 
strangely familiar to him, and yet when or where he 
could not telL He followed her form with his eyes 
until a curve in the road hid her from his sight.— 
Then turning to a villager who was passing that 
way, he inquired the lady’s name. “Why,” re¬ 
sponded the woman, “that’s Miss Lee, the ‘Flower 
of Hillsdale’ as we call her, she's the teacher.”— 
Thanking her for the information he proceeded in 
the direction pursued by the lady in question.— 
“Well,” thought he, “I have found out three 
things, that she is Miss Lee, is called the ‘Flower 
of Hillsdale’—rather poetical to he sure—and 
teaches school Still I am not quite satisfied. I 
have seen her before, that’s quite certain.” And 
he brought down his cane to the ground, by way 
of emphasis, with such vehemence, as to frighten 
a poor, innocent snail (who it’s probable had never 
heard of school-teachers) almost out of her shell 
and it is said was the cause of quickening her pace. 
However, that may be, Mr. Graham did not stop 
until he had reached the old school-house. The 
door was partly open, and he obtained a glance as 
he passed by. The teacher, seated at her desk, was 
conducting the morning exercises. The scholars 
appeared quiet and orderly, and altogether pre¬ 
sented quite a pretty sight. As he lingered, Miss 
Lee closed the Bible from which she had been 
reading, and commenced a hymn iu which the 
children joined. Mr. Graham was perfectly en¬ 
chanted. He remained until the last note died 
away, and then walked slowly home. The next 
morning found him extending his walk in the same 
direction. As he came in sight of the village 
school-house, “I believe,” said he, “I will just 
step in for a moment and see how they progress.” 
Accordingly he knocked at the door, and was ad¬ 
mitted hy the youthful teacher, herself, who seemed 
somewhat surprised at receiving such a visitor.— 
He introduced himself, stated his interest in the 
school, and his desire for its prosperity, etc., and 
Miss Lee entertained him most kindly and hospi¬ 
tably. From thenceforth he was a frequent visitor 
at the school, and after a while, Saturday afternoon 
would generally find him at the house of Squire 
Green where Miss Lee boarded. She w r as intelli¬ 
gent and accomplished, amiable and beautiful, and 
possessed of a warm disposition, “ and what more 
in a companion for life can I want,” said he. Sure 
enough, what more could any man want? One af¬ 
ternoon as they were seated together in the Squire’s 
cosy drawing-room, she at her sewing, and Harry 
reading to her, he laid down his hook, and gazing 
earnestly in the face of his companion, abruptly 
said, “Miss Lee, where have I seen you before?— 
Your face is very familiar. It seems like an old 
friend, and the more I think the more puzzled 
I am.” 
“Please sir, wrnn’t you buy my flowers?” said 
Miss Lee with a merry laugh. He looked rather 
doubtful for a moment, and then, brightening up, 
replied as he clasped her hand in his, “ To be Aure! 
How could I be so blind as not know you were my 
dear little Grace!” Of the conversation that follow¬ 
ed, we have no right to tell. Itwas an hour in which 
“ a stranger intermeddleth not.” But we will merely 
state, for your benefit, dear reader, that her mother 
died soon after he bought her flowers, and the 
lonely orphan passed through many a fiery trial 
alone. And yet; not alone. Her Heavenly Father 
gently guided her little feet, and her angel mother 
watched unseen around her. After many struggles 
she obtained the means of educating herself, and 
was at last promoted to the honor of teaching the 
village schooL And, as she told him, “you know 
the rest” At the close of the term, when the sum¬ 
mer vacation commenced, Grace Lee informed 
the trustees, that they must procure another teach¬ 
er. In a few weeks her name w r as changed from 
Lee to Graham, and Harry transplanted the 
Flow r er of Hillsdale to his city home. Several 
years have fled since then, and Mrs. Graham has 
become a comely matron, and another Grace and 
Harry have appeared in the scenes. But Harry 
senior assures us that he still has abundant cause 
to fervently bless the happy day on which he first 
met with Grace Lee, the Flower of Hillsdale. 
Written for Moore's Kural New-Yorker. 
A DAY’S HISTORY. 
The winter of 1854 and 1855 will long be re¬ 
membered for its severity. Many a poor wretch, 
exposed to its bitter cold, sank into the “sleep 
that knows no waking,” while thousands of living 
sufferers retained their hold on life through the 
active charity of the good. As weeks passed by, 
the snow fell in such abundance that the large 
cities found themselves shut in, beleaguered by its 
towering ramparts. The steaming engines, after 
puffing and snorting in vain, were often forced 
to retreat, or, with re-doubled power, made but 
little head-way against the seemingly contemptible 
barriers. 
The city of R. did not escape the common fate, 
hut there was no lack of stirring incidents, no 
cessation of social and business intercourse among 
its inhabitants. 
The night of January twenty-ninth closed in 
dark and threatening—fit prelude to the wild 
orgies which the elements indulged in during all 
its long hours. Morning dawned at length, as 
mornings will, even in mid-winter, and as the early 
light crept through the half-opened shutter of an 
upper room, it was greeted with a bright glance 
from a pair of young eyes, that looked out of a 
screen of long fringed lashes. Two little hands 
I moved restlessly about, until one of them rested 
j on the sleeping form beside her, and a low, earnest 
voice said, “Mother, dear mother, its to-morrow 
now, and I am seven years old. Oh, I am so glad.” 
The low tones thrilled on the ear of the sleeping 
parent, re-calling her from visions of dream- 
happiness, such as she would never know when 
waking, and as consciousness returned, bringing 
with it the weight of daily cares again to be re¬ 
sumed, the contrast with her sleeping joy was too 
painful, and a half-suppressed sigh escaped her. 
“Mama, precious mama, are you not glad I am 
so old?” 
“Yes, dear, but mother has to be glad alone 
now,” and at that word, alone, tears flowed freely 
down channels longed used to such service, and 
sob succeeded sob in quick succession. The little 
one nestled still closer, and said: 
“ Haven’t I an angel Pa, and isn’t he glad, up in 
Heaven?” The sobs were hushed, and the mourn¬ 
ing one replied, “ Yes, darling, if you grow good as 
you grow’old, and the Heavenly Father has said, 
‘ Leave thy father-less children with me, I will keep 
them alive;—and when thy father and mother 
forsake thee, then the Lord will take thee up.’ ” 
These words, repeated to soothe the child, com¬ 
forted, as they oft had done before, the speaker’s 
heart, and, carefully removing all traces of sorrow, 
she addressed herself to the duties of the morning 
with cheerfulness, responding to, and sympathizing 
with the little heart that beat in unison with her 
own. When the child, a half hour later, went 
dancing and singing down the stairs, she was the 
personification of happiness; and the mother fol¬ 
lowed her into the breakfast room as calm as tho’ 
no surging sea of sorrow had ever gone over her 
soul 
The morning meal was ended,— bonnet and 
shawl were put on, preparatory to going forth on 
her labor of love. 
“Whither away to-day?” asked the hospitable 
lady who had generously opened her house and 
heart to further the interests of a public good. 
“ I go to present our cause to Mr. C.,but go with 
no hope of success.” 
“The result may be better than yon hope;” and 
with the encouraging words ringing in her ears, 
she passed into the street. The prospect without 
was not very cheering. The storm-king had been 
abroad, and scattered plentifully from His treasures 
who “sendeth snow like wool,” and the white 
rifts lay piled in fleecy 'walls on either hand, while 
feathery festoons ornamented every cornice, piazza 
and window-frame, with shapes of inimitable beauty. 
Much of the grand and sublime was to be found in 
that winter scene, over-linng as it was, with flying 
leaden clouds that were driven before the wind, 
as it rudely frolicked in the high-ways and bye- 
ways of the city. But the wondrous scene could 
not engross her thoughts, who then went forth to 
encounter its severity, her mind was too intent 
upon the work before her. 
Approaching an imposing mansion, she ascends 
the steps, and her form is half hid by the massive 
columns, as she proceeds to the door, which is 
quickly opened in answer to her summons, and a 
moment after she finds herself in the presence of 
its owner. The child of poverty stands before the 
man of wealth and pleads, not for herself, but for 
others good. The brief interview was soon ended; 
—who may say the characters of both had not re¬ 
ceived a stamp lasting as eternity? The one had 
closed the avenues of his heart, and lost an oppor¬ 
tunity of casting of his abundance into the Trea¬ 
sury of the Lord; the other had learned new lessons 
of patience and reliance upon an unseen arm.— 
With feelings of tenderness she looked upon the 
aged form before her, and met the glance of the 
eyes that looked not too kindly upon her, and she 
sorrowed to think that all his wealth could not 
secure a hand of love 4., close them softly, when 
Death should set his A-al there—no arm of love 
sustain that form L it Jittered to the grave. Poor 
old man! The trembling woman before you, dared 
to pity you, when she thought of the loving prattle 
that was won’t to cheer her when resting from her 
weary labors, and she felt rich in treasures that 
money cannot buy. 
They parted with a formal courtesy, and some 
angel witness turned from the chilling earth-scene, 
to seek for something more congenial in holier 
spheres. 
The rejected applicant gave little heed to the 
rising gale as she retraced her steps, “chewing the 
cud of sweet and bitter fancies,” struggling with 
her innerself to keep down all harsh judgments of 
others, and straining the eye of fbtth to see the 
“silver lining” of her “cloud.” When next her 
thoughts reverted to what was passing around her, 
she abruptly stopped her rapid walk, as her eye was 
riveted by the name of G. I)-. What’s in a name? 
the poet asks—let those answer who have shrined 
that of some loved and lost one in the heart’s holy- 
of-holies. That name glittering in gold—what had 
it to do in the busy, noisy, living world? She had 
seen it on the coffin-lid as it closed over one who 
had gone to receive a new name in the home above. 
She had seen it on the monumental stone that 
marked the spot where the once strong right-arm 
on which she had leaned, was mouldering back to 
dust—where the hand which had clasped her own, 
should never more know its cunning. She had 
turned from the little hillock, where the dust that 
had been called by that name was awaiting the 
resurrection morning, to encounter an existence so 
new, so strange, so desolate; how desolate, she felt 
more keenly than ever, as she stood there, that wild 
winter’s day. 
But as she gazed on the familiar characters, 
there came to mind the memory of high resolves, 
made in her hour of darkness, and silently a spirit 
of peace stole into her heart, and made all quiet 
there. Yet she could not go her way until she had 
looked him in the face who bore the name of her 
dead, and devoting a few moments to the gratifica¬ 
tion of this impulse, she was soon in his presence. 
Those few moments became a sunny spot in the 
memories of that day. When she again went 
forth, it was with a firmer step and stronger heart— 
with anew determination to do her life-work well, 
let it lead where it would under His guidance who 
says, “ I will never leave thee nor forsake thee.” 
When the gathering shades of night forced her, 
at length, to desist from her labors, she could look 
back upon pleasant meetings with some whom it 
was an honor to know, besides the greater satisfac¬ 
tion of feeling that conscience could not accuse 
her of being a slothful servant. The evening 
hour brought its social enjoyments, which were 
shared with a keener relish from their contrast 
with the fatigues of the day. The little one had 
passed a happy birth-day within doors, and a gift of 
mama’s picture made her joy complete. At the 
still time of night, sleep pressed down the lids of 
young and old, while Father Time shook another 
grain of sand from life’s hour-glass. 
New York, Feb., 1S58. 
Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than hap¬ 
piness ever can; and common sufferings are far 
stronger links than common joys. 
An Orthodox Nose.— A clergyman in England, 
whose nasal protuberance indicated bibulous rather 
than biblical propensities, arrived one Saturday 
night at a country town, the rector of which was 
an indolent man of the old school, and was always 
too happy to get any one to relieve him of his duty. 
Tho sexton was not long in reporting the presence 
of a strange clergyman at the inn, and the rector 
immediately told him to beg the favor of his taking 
the service to-morrow and dining with him after¬ 
ward. But recollecting at the moment the rumors 
of the irregular proceedings and unusual tenets 
that had been current ever since the time of 
Wesley, the rector was about to recall bis invita¬ 
tion, remarking that “one ought to know some¬ 
thing about a stranger in these days, as there were 
so many of these fellows about the country.” “ 0, 
he is all right, sir,” was the clerk’s reply; “if you 
only saw his nose.” 
A little five-year-old friend of ours was the 
other day puzzled, as many an older head has been, 
in trying to form an idea of the spirit as distinct 
from the body. We endeavored to explain. “You 
said you loved me, just now?” “Oh, yes— best ?”— 
“ What do you love with, your forehead?” “No.” 
“Your hand? your foot? your cheek? your eyes?” 
“No—no—” and the inquiring hand fluttered from 
one member to another as they were mentioned, 
pausing at last over the heart, with a triumphant, 
“ Oh I know now what I love with—its—its—its the 
piece that joggles 
“ Doctor, kin you tell what’s the matter with my 
child’s nose? She keeps pickin’ of it.” 
“Yes, marm; it’s probably an irritation of the 
gastic mucus membrane communicating a sympa¬ 
thetic titillation to the opthalium of the ecliairian.” 
“There now, that’s just what I told Becky; she 
’lowed it was worrums!” 
Professor Park, of Andover, being at Plymouth 
in the warm weather, was lodged in a bed that re¬ 
sembled Pekin, in being more populous than com¬ 
fortable, and he remarked in the morning that he 
never before knew what was meant by “ live geese 
feathers.” 
Very Particular.— “ Where is the hoe, Sambo ?” 
“Wid de rake,massa.” “Well,where is the rake?” 
“ Wid de hoe.” “But were are both!” “ Why, bof 
togeder, old massa; you ’pears to be bery ’ticular, 
die morning.” 
Dow, Jr., says that the reason that man was made 
after everything else was, if he had been created 
first he would have annoyed the Almighty with 
endless suggestions of improvement. 
Ashamed of it.— A lady, describing an ill-tem¬ 
pered man, says, “He never smiles but he feels 
ashamed of it” 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorkor. 
GRAMMATICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 23 letters. 
My 1, 4,1C, 19, 23 is a noun. 
My 6, 12, 22, 8 is a personal pronoun. 
My 20,13, 3, 11, 22, 6 is an adjective. 
My 23, 13,10, 17 is a verb. 
My 18, 2, 7, 22 is an adverb. 
My 4, 9 is a preposition. 
My 11, 5, 4, 17, 17, 13, 3 is a perfect participle. 
My 10, 7 is an inteijection. 
My 11, 21,15, 3 is a conjunction. 
My whole is a motto that the young should heed. 
Ypsilanti, Mich., 1858. W. Stkknp. 
Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
PROBLEM. 
The following problem is a simple and easy one, 
and was given to me to work. I thought that per¬ 
haps some of the Rural readers would like to 
solve it: 
A gentleman a chaise did buy, 
A horse and harness too; 
They cost the sum of three-soore pounds— 
Upon my word ’tis true. 
The harness came to half the horse, 
The horse to twice the chaise, 
If you can tell the price of them. 
Take them and go your ways. 
Batavia Girl. 
Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore’s Rarsd Kew-Yorker. 
CHARADE. 
You may seek for my first in pleasant employ, 
You will find my second in hope and joy; 
My third is safe in heaven above, 
And my fourth, alas! is the end of love. 
My whole is a thing of heavenly birth, 
Though lent awhile to the sons of earth. 
Caledon, C. W., 1858. M. O. 
J52ri Answer in two weeks. 
■-- 
A PUZZLE. 
Place 9 9 9 9 in such manner as to equal 100. 
Answer in two weeks. 
gulvnfetnrcnte. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &c., IN NO. 42C. 
Answer to Geographical Enigma: 
“ The season when to come and when to go, 
To sing, and cease to sing, we never know.” 
Answer to Mathematical Problem:—A builds 
37$ rods at 10 shillings; B builds G2$ at G shillings. 
We have received quite a number of communica¬ 
tions relative to this Problem, where the writers 
have failed to make an “ equal statement,” and 
some seem inclined to think that the terms of the 
sum are impossible. Others, again, J. H. Y., Union 
Springs, E. W., Rochester, and many more have 
sent correct correct solutions. The Problem, if 
worked in Pennsylvania currency, can be satisfac¬ 
torily Bolved. 
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“ Early Turnip Beet. 
Early White Vienna Kohl Rabj. 
Winter Cherry, or Strawberry Tomato 
Appleand Pear Seeds. 
Mahaleb Cherry Pits. 
Havana Tobacco Seed. 
Diosoorea Batatas, or Chinese Potato. 
Willi thousands of other Seals of tho game superior qualities as 
have heretofore afforded such universal satisfaction, and which can 
be recommended with the fullebt confidence a* unsurpassed for 
genuineness. 
African iMpnKE, genuine as raised by Mr. I;. Wrat. $1 It. 
So a chum, ok Chinese Sugar Cane. 25 eta. ft. 
FLOWER SEEDS. 
The collection this season is nnusnally large and choice, embracing 
many notietlks. Orders by mail will have immediate attention. 
42l'wI3 J. M. THOKBURN A CO, 15 John St, New York. 
THE OAS8VILLE SEMINARY. 
M. McN. WALSH, Principal, 
rpms scnixiL for young ladies and gentlemen 
X is probably tee cheapest one of tee kind in the country. The 
excuses per year for Board, Room rent, Furniture, Fuel and Tuition 
In Common English, are only $8-5. Piano Music is only $5 per quar¬ 
ter. All the Language* and the Ornamentals are proportionally cheap. 
For other information, Address JOHN 1). WALSH, 
419tf Cassville, Huntington Co, Pa. 
/ i KAFTING PACE It.—A first rate article of Grading Paper 
V T —jUBt tlie tiling for Nurserymen, Ac.—for sale cheap in small or 
large quantities, by ADAMS, HASTINGS A McVEAN 
418tf 09 State St, Rochester, N. Y 
FOR SALE. 
A FARM OF ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY ACRES 
delightfully Bituated one and a half miles from Seneca Lake, 
commanding a view of the same equal to anything on the North river. 
First quality of soil and well Improved, with thirty acres of timber. 
This farm is twelve miles from Geneva and four from Penn Yan with 
daily communication with both places. For convenience of location, 
beauty of situation and every advantage to be desired in a country 
residence, it cannot be surpassed. Tlie subscriber being about to 
change his residence, will sell seventy, one hundred, or one hundred 
and seventy acres being tlie entire farm, te suit tlie purchaser. For 
further particulars, inquire of D. I). T. MeORE, Esq, of the Rural 
New-Yorker; E. 1L Hurd, Esq, Geneva or of the subscriber on the 
premises. [419] JOHN C. NICHOLAS. 
ASTOR HOUSE. 
8 25U X’ E 11 DAY. 
rpiIK FOURTH “SEVEN YEARS’ LEASE,” COMMENCED 
X in May, 1857, will end May 1st, 1864 This I louse is conducted 
upon tho same system that has distinguished its hitherto. 
A Restaurant lias been added for Merchants doing business in its 
vicinity. Vie llestauranl is entirely independent oj the Asior House. 
Especial care taken of the sick. 
Families will find tills one of tlie coolest Hotels in New York during 
the summer, and tee Laddcr' Department perfect iu all that pio- 
duces real comfort 
The City Railroad Cars starting from the doors, enable guests to 
reach the upper part of the City with facility. The small Cars bring 
passengers from tlie New Haven and Boston Station, 27th Stioot, to 
the immediate front of tee BoteL 
Grateful for the past I intend to deserve future favors. Patrons art 
respectfully requested to give notice of their intended visit. 
4D3y C. A. STETSON. 
LYON’S 
COPPER LIGHTNING CONDUCTOR. 
Patented July 1 1, 1852. 
rrVEE SUBSCRIBERS, successors to Brittain A Edmunds, are 
1 Proprietors of this Patent for tlie ten Western counties of New 
York, the States of Michigan, Indiana, Illinois, Wisconsin, Iowa, Ken¬ 
tucky, Tennessee, and Minnesota Territory. 
They are manufacturers of these celebrated Conductors, and are 
K d to furnish them with tee appropriate apparatus, to all parties 
the right to territory, in any quantity, and on short notice. 
The rods are put up in cases convenient for transportation, with the 
full complement of fixtures inclosed. Each case contains twenty-five 
Conductors; each Conductor comprises forty feet of copper, one 
electro-plated or gilded branch point, seven insulators, and fastenings- 
They are furnished to agents by tee case; with tee exclusive right 
to dispose of them to be used iu certain described territory, on very 
advantageous terms. 
Applications for Agency, orders for stock or models, and all commu¬ 
nications relating to tills business will receive immediate attention, if 
addressed to BRITTAIN A MARSH, 
4<Mtf Lockport, Niagara Co. N. Y. 
V~£f~ Circulars seut on application. 
riUIE WASHINGTON MEDALLION PENS are sold by 
J all Wholesale dealers in Boston, New York and Piiiladelphla, and 
at tlie Office of tee Company, 293 Broadway, New York. 420tf 
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THE leading weekly 
Agricultural, Literary and Family Newspaper, 
IS PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY 
BY D. ». T. MOOKE, ROCHESTER, N. Y. 
Office, Union Euildings, Opposite the Court House. 
TERMS, IN ADVANCE: 
Two Dollars a Yeas—$ 1 for six months. To date and 
Agents as follows:—Three Copies one year, for $5; Six Copies (and 
one to Agent or getter up of Club,) for $10; Ten Copies (and one to 
Agent,) for $15, and any additional number at the same rate, ($1,60 per 
copy.) As we are obliged to pre-pay the American postage on papers 
sent to the British Provinces, our Canadian agents and friends must 
add 12% cents per copy to the club rates for tlie Rural The lowest 
price of copies seut to Europe, Ac. is $2 50,— including postage. 
Advertising — Brief and appropriate advertisements will be 
inserted at 25 cents a line, each insertion, payable in advance. Our 
rule is to give no advertisement, unless veiy brief, more than four con 
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Rural on any conditions. 
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