JUNE 19 
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Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
SCHOOLS AND SCHOOL COMMISSIONERS. 
Every person conversant with our free institu¬ 
tions, will readily admit that their permanency 
depends mainly upon the intelligence and patriot¬ 
ism of the people. In proportion as these are 
weakened and degenerated, in that degree will their 
stability and permanency be affected. The Com¬ 
mon School is the “ Alma Mater,” from whence 
the mass of the people derive their education.— 
Hence, upon its efficiency, hangs, we might almost 
say, the destiny of the nation. Crush out our com¬ 
mon schools, and their hallowed influence, and the 
liberties of our country would inevitably perish.— 
The liberties of an intelligent and patriotic people 
can scarcely be wrested from them. There is little 
difference between ignorance and barbarism, if not 
synonymous, they are, at least, twin sisters. 
All must see the importance of our common 
schools — seeing their importance, do we really 
appreciate them as we ought? Do we manifest 
that deep interest and anxious solicitude that they 
demand? Or, has our interest in common schools 
declined? If so, for what cause? Are they of less 
importance now than in former times? Is not the 
education of the mass even more important now 
than ever before? These are questions of great 
significance, and should be pondered long and 
earnestly, by every lover of general education.— 
That there is a general apathy manifested, in refer¬ 
ence to our common schools, must be apparent to 
the most casual observer. Indeed we should 
scarcely know that there was such a thing, did we 
not occasionally see the school-house. We hear 
little said upon the subject. True, there is an oc¬ 
casional echo from the press, as though the thing 
was being throttled and smothered out, rather than 
nourished into life, and vigor, and health. There 
must be something wrong, vitally wrong. We are 
no doubt reaping what we have sown. 
I am one among the many who believe we took 
a retrograde step, when we abolished the office of 
Town Superintendent, and created the office of 
Commissioner. My opposition is not based upon 
disappointment, in the expectation of pecuniary 
gain. I was very sorry to see, in your issue of May 
29th, the insinuation thrown out, that the opposi¬ 
tion generally came from “Ex-Town Superinten¬ 
dents and their immediate friends.” So far as my 
knowledge extends, the opposition comes from the 
mass of the people — the patrons of our common 
schools — those most deeply interested in their 
welfare. My opposition is based upon the ineffi¬ 
ciency of the office. I do not believe it does or 
can meet the wants and demands of the country. 
I do not believe the means are adapted to the ends 
sought. It not unfrequently happens that one man 
has the care of 130 or 140 schools—rather an oner¬ 
ous task. Now, I believe it to be a moral impossi¬ 
bility for one man to examine and license the 
teachers, visit so many schools, and do all in such 
a manner as to give general satisfaction. The ter¬ 
ritory is too extensive and the labor too great. It 
may be urged that there is no necessity for visiting 
schools so much. Too much scrutiny cannot be 
manifested where consequences are of such vital 
interest to community. Every school ought to be 
visited at least twice each term, and they should 
be visits and not calls. The officer should know 
that things are going on right, and know it from 
personal examination. There should be no guess¬ 
work, and no shrinking from responsibilities.— 
What can a man know of a school, if he sees only 
its operation for a brief half hour? And yet there 
are many whose visits are not even as long a3 this. 
The public holds the Commissioner responsible for 
a full and faithfal performance of each and every 
duty, and cannot afford to be neglected in their 
schools. Publico. 
Yates, N. Y., June, 1858. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
GROUPINGS IN HISTORY-No. II. 
There is a great deal of historical interest con¬ 
centrated in the country of Turkey, in Asia.— 
Probably there is not a country in the world so 
thronged with ruined cities, and so abounding in 
the records of the past. The remains of grandeur 
meet the traveler at every turn. The stupid Turk 
gazes in wonder at the tourist as he wanders over 
broken walls and tottering columns, but it is not 
the ruins alone he beholds. He turns the telescope 
of history upon them, and mighty cities rise in 
grand procession before him. Troy, Balbec, An¬ 
tioch, Tyre, Sidon, Damascus, and Jerusalem, stand 
before him in their former glory. (Jut when he 
remembers their desolation, the thought of his 
heart and the words of his lips are:—“ How hath 
the mighty fallen?” The Euphrates washes the 
shores of what was Babylon, but in the beautiful 
language of the Bible, “ The golden city hath 
ceased.” The fierce lion roams beneath the shade 
of the cedars of Lebanon, and at the foot of the 
mountain, Balbec lies in desolation. The Tigris 
moans for Nineveh, the great city. The burning 
desert of Syria is the framework in which are set 
the splendid ruins of Palmyra. What a mournful 
sisterhood of ruins! The mind is oppressed and 
saddened with the thoughts of lost empires, that 
have invested the land with such intense interest 
The grandeur of the past and the squalid igno¬ 
rance of the present* fill the mind with strange and 
conflicting emotions. The lazy, unromantic Turk, 
rambles over the ground once trod by Nebuchad¬ 
nezzar, Senacherib, Saul, David, Samuel, Ahab ; 
Elijah and all the prophets and patriarchs of old. 
The blue sea of Galilee that once bore the Savior 
on its bosom, washes uncivilized shores. The 
streets of the holy city echo to the tread only of 
the degraded and superstitious. The consecrated 
hills of Judea are forsaken. The mist of error 
overspreads and darkens all the land from Jordan 
to Mount Ararat. 
A ruined city is an instructive, yet melancholy 
spot. A fallen empire fills the mind with appre¬ 
hension for living governments. It would be well 
if, while the world mourns over dead nations, she 
would consider what caused their falL Upon each 
of them, the light of truth once beamed clearly, 
but they turned away from its shining, and the 
light has been turned into darkness. How great 
is that darkness. Is it possible that this age can 
forget that learning, arts, and sciences were with 
them, carried to a high degree, and that the sun 
of truth burning on from age to age can alone save 
us from a like fate. Minerva Osborne. 
Butler, Wis., 1858. 
HUGH MILLER. 
We know of no life that teaches a better lesson 
to the young and friendless than that of Hugh Mil¬ 
ler. Born in humble life, descended from a long 
line of sailors, his infant life was not enervated by 
any boast of purer blood than all mankind derive 
from “ the grand old gardener and his wife,” who 
tilled the soil of Eden, and who now, from the blue 
vault of heaveD, “ smile at the claims of long de¬ 
scent,” that serve as the only pride of the dullard, 
who, in his pompous emptiness, had rather be the 
representative of a race of men who, “ ever since 
the conquest have been fools,” or the sole inheri¬ 
tor of blood that has “ crept through scoundrels 
ever since the flood,” than the worthy son of a sen¬ 
sible, honest, humble man. After a short term of 
tuition in the defective schools of his neighbor¬ 
hood, he commenced life as a stone-mason; studied 
geology and general literature in the quarry, and, 
in the winter holidays, by the fire-light of his hum¬ 
ble home; was drawn from obscurity by the atten¬ 
tion and patronage attracted by some fugitive poe¬ 
try; became the accountant of a bank; and finally 
accepted the editorial management of the Witness 
newspaper, and at once took rank as one of the 
leading writers of the age. 
We need not enlarge upon his subsequent career 
as the first geological writer of his time. Une¬ 
qualed in the learning of his profession, ho 
adorned it with an almost unrivalled richness of 
imagination, and thus presented a previously dry 
subject in a guise more attractive than that of 
many labored works of fiction. Though his early 
education was not such as to give him smoothness 
and elegance of style, his native force of intellect 
and taste triumphed over all difficulties, and made 
of the Scottish stone mason an English classic. 
Such was Hugh Miller. His life was great and 
good—useful to mankind, and glorious to himself. 
When “all the blood of all the Howards” shall 
have sunk forever into its native dust, the fair re¬ 
nown of the Cromarty stone mason shall still live 
in the hearts of a grateful and admiring world. 
-- 
EVENING HOURS FOR MECHANICS. 
What have evening hours done for mechanics 
who had only ten hours toil? Hearken to the fol¬ 
lowing facts: 
One of the best editors the Westminster Re¬ 
view could ever boast, and one of the most bril¬ 
liant writers of the passing hour, was a cooper in 
Aberdeen. One of the editors of the London Daily 
Journal was a baker in Elgin; perhaps the best re¬ 
porter of the London Times was a weaver in Edin¬ 
burgh; the editor of the Witness was a stone ma¬ 
son. One of the oldest ministers in London was a 
blacksmith in Dundee, and another was a watch¬ 
maker in Bauff. The late Dr. Milne, of China, was 
a herd boy in Rhyne. The principal of the Lon¬ 
don Missionary Society’s College, at Hong Kong, 
was a soldier in Huntly; and one of the best mis¬ 
sionaries that ever went to India, was a tailor in 
Keith. The leading machinist on the London and 
Birmingham Railway, with £700 a year, was a me¬ 
chanic in Glasgow; and perhaps the very richest 
iron founder in England was a working man in 
Morap. Sir James Clark, her Majesty’s physician, 
was a druggist in Bauff. Joseph Hume was a sail¬ 
or first, and then a laborer at the mortar and pestle 
in Montrose; Mr. McGregor, the member from Glas¬ 
gow, was a poor boy in Rosshire. James Wilson, 
the member from Westbury, was a plowman in 
Haddington, and Arthur Anderson, the member 
from Orkney earned his bread by the sweat of his 
brow in the Ultima Thule. 
Reading Aloud. — There is no treat so great, 
truly remarks the Springfield Republican, as to 
hear good reading of any kind. Not one gentle¬ 
man in a hundred can read so as to please the ear, 
and send the words with gentle force to the heart 
and understanding. An indistinct utterance, 
whines, drones, nasal twangs, gutteral notes, hesi- 
taticns, and other voices of elocution are almost 
universal. Why is it, no one can say, unless it be 
that either the pulpit, or the nursery, or the Sunday 
School, gives the style in these days. Many a lady 
can sing Italian songs with considerable execu¬ 
tion, but cannot read English passably. Yet read¬ 
ing is far the most valuable accomplishment of the 
two. In most drawing-rooms, if a thing is to be 
read, it is discovered that nobody can read; one 
has weak lungs, another gets hoarse, another 
chokes, another has an abominable sing-song, evi¬ 
dently a tradition of the way in which Watts’ 
hymns were sung, when he was too young to un¬ 
derstand them; another rumbles like a broad-wheel 
wagon; another has a way of reading which seems 
to proclaim that what is read is of no consequence, 
and had not better be attended to. 
Sensible.— Rev. Anson Smyth, State Commis¬ 
sioner of Common Schools in Ohio, in his last 
report to the Legislature, makes the following re¬ 
marks:— Every teacher should read at least one 
good newspaper, otherwise he will live in igno¬ 
rance of daily occurring facts, in regard to which 
his profession requires that he should be informed. 
Newspapapers are fast becoming the teachers of 
the world; and the man or woman who is not a 
habitual reader of this department of literature can¬ 
not be thoroughly qualified for the teacher’s pro¬ 
fession. 
“The School-House,” says Gov. Chase, “is a 
better institution than the Court-House or the 
State-House; in the State-House, laws are enacted; 
in the Court-House, laws are applied; in the 
School-House legislators, judges and jurymen are 
made. Especially is the School-House indispensa¬ 
ble where popular government is made a practical 
reality by free suffrage and general eligibility to 
office. It is impossible to over-estimate the impor¬ 
tance of universal education, where every boy is 
to be a voter, and any boy may be a President.” 
Importance of Education.— All who have med¬ 
itated on the art of governing mankind, have been 
convinced that the fate of empires depends on 
the education of yonth. 
“NOTHING TO DO.” 
How often do we hear people exclaim, “there is 
nothing to do.” Is not this a mistake? Is not there 
always something to do, which will be of benefit to 
others, if not to ourselves? Go into our large 
cities, and see the many thousands of poor, who 
can scarcely find employment to earn their daily 
bread. See the helpless orphan, with pale cheeks 
and disconsolate look, her shriveled hands half 
hid beneath her scanty shawl, going from door to 
door begging for a morsel of food to keep her 
from starvation. Indeed, is there aperson possessed 
of a human heart, that can turn such away unheard 
and uncared for? Then, my young friends, can 
we say “there is nothing to do?” Can we not all 
do something to aid our fellow-man? We need 
not confine ourselves entirely to the aid of the 
poor and fatherless. There are other places where 
we can find enjoyment in doing good. The petty 
grievances of life, which we are more or less liable 
to encounter, can be partially removed, if they are 
attended with a willing hand. Let us see if there 
is not something for all of us to do, and whatever 
we can do to favor the helpless, do it with a cheer¬ 
ful mind, and we will have our reward. 
Beaver Dam, Wis., 1858. E. W. D. 
“I CAN’T.” 
Never say “ I can’t” whatever your occupation 
may be, whether discharging high and honorable 
duties for others, or acting in a private capacity 
for self, never use so low and unmanly a phrase.— 
Examine the grounds closely and deliberately, and 
let nothing short of absolute lack of means or of 
power deter you from performing the labor. How 
great the energy and ability that is palsied, and 
how many fail in life merely by fearing to take the 
first step or make the first effort Because the 
road is long and toilsome, or the labor hard and 
vexing, is it manly to falter when the prize is all 
the brighter and the goal the more glorious?— 
There is little that man has done that is impossible 
for man to do. Perseverance and faith conquers 
every obstacle. Men who have lived and gained a 
name that will be loved and cherished as long as 
time itself shall last, have worked their way 
through years of ceaseless care and toiL The 
crown of triumph is reserved for those who strive, 
and these are seldom the “ I can’ts.” Never say 
“ I can’t”—“ I’ll try” are the words that have made 
the name of more than one man immortal. 
Crawfordsville, Ind., 1858. A. B. 
Parsnips, Vegetable Oysters and Asparagus. 
—Will you inform me the best way of raising 
Parsnips, and the Vegetable Oyster? Also the best 
way and the best time to set out Asparagus roots? 
This spring I dug a trench in the ground about 18 
inches deep, and filled it with rich manure up to 
within four inches of the surface. Then I dug 
trenches across the bed about deep enough to let 
the head of the root just come even with the top of 
the ground. The bed was about 4 feet wide, and I 
put six roots in each trench, and then filled in the 
soil even with the surface. As the result is, that 
not more than a dozen small spears have sprung 
up, I would like to know the cause of failure, as I 
am only 16 years of age, and need the experience 
of others.—E. B. S., Plymouth, Mich., June, 1858. 
Remarks. —The Parsnips love a deep, mellow 
soil. In cultivating them in the garden, we would 
dig the ground 18 or 20 inches deep. Sow in drills, 
about one inch deep, any time during April or May, 
—the drills being about one foot apart. As soon 
as the plants show above the ground, hoe to mel¬ 
low the soil and keep down weeds. Thin out the 
rows so that the plants will stand from six to eight 
inches apart in the drills. The Vegetable Oyster 
requires the same treatment, except that the drills 
may be made closer together, from 9 to 10 inches, 
and the plants in the drills may be allowed to stand 
from 4 to 5 inches apart. You must have killed 
your Asparagus plants, if they were good when set, 
with that eighteen inches of rich manure. They 
were set on a manure heap. About six or eight 
inches of good manure would have been enough, 
and this should have been well dug in to the depth 
of 18 or 20 inches, and well incorporated with the 
soiL After this, sow a pound of salt to every ten 
feet, and fork it in to the depth of four inches.— 
Then make the trenches, and set the plants with 
their crowns two inches below the surface. Then 
cover with fine earth. Asparagus beds should be 
made early in the spring. 
Window Shades.—The Cypress Vine.— Permit 
me through your columns to render the acknowl¬ 
edgments of many in this vicinity to “ Will,” for 
his plain and practical instructions in Oriental 
Painting, &c., and also to inquire if some one will 
give directions for painting transparent window 
shades—not those adorned with landscapes, &c_ 
but of a plain ground color, with a bordering of 
stripes. Still further, does any one know anything 
of the Cypress, an annual flowering vine, the seeds 
of which are sold here and came from Rochester. 
I was told to pour boiling water on them to insure 
germination, and did so with entire failure. I next 
tried planting in a hot bed, but with no better suc¬ 
cess. I now have some in ordinary earth, but no 
signs of their ever “ coming out”— A Subscriber, 
Adrian, Mich., 1858. 
Remarks.— The Cypress vine is a native of the 
Southern States, and therefore is not well suited to 
this cold climate, although it can be grown with 
care. Unless the seed is scalded, or the hull taken 
off it will remain in the ground a long time before 
coming up. It is best to raise the plants in a hot 
bed, in pots, and then transplant them to the open 
ground, from the first to the tenth of June, though 
we have raised them very finely in the open ground 
on a warm, sandy soiL The place where they are 
planted should be sheltered if possible from the 
cold winds. We are not surprised that you did 
not succeed in the open ground, as you planted too 
early. Unless the season is remarkably warm the 
seed should not be planted out of doors until the 
first of June. Those you placed in the hot bed 
should have grown, and unless they failed through 
some mismanagement that you have not advised 
us of, we should say the seed was not good. The 
Cypress vine is a beautiful climber, and will well 
repay for a little extra care in its cultivation. 
The Shadow of Wrong. —As the shadow fol¬ 
lows the body in the splendor of the fairest sun¬ 
light, so shall the wrong done to another pursue 
the soul in the hours of prosperity. 
WAMSLEY’S MARBLE BUILDINGS, ROCHESTER. 
Rochester claims no rivalry with the large cities j 
of the Union in population, wealth and extent of 
business, yet possesses many creditable and note¬ 
worthy characteristics and features. It is a plea¬ 
sant and beautiful town, somewhat celebrated for 
the number and high character of its Educational, 
Religious, Literary and Benevolent institutions and 
societies, as many of our readers are aware. But 
the Emporium of Western New York is not devoid 
of extensive business establishments, nor of hand¬ 
some and costly buildings and business blocks.— 
We have heretofore illustrated and described seve¬ 
ral of its prominent structures— such as the Court 
House and City Hall, House of Refuge, and Roch¬ 
ester Savings Bank, (said to be the most complete 
and best arranged and furnished banking building 
in this country,) and now present an engraving of 
a very magnificent business edifice — Wamsley’s 
Marble Buildings. This is one of the most beau¬ 
tiful, substantial and commodious edifices in the 
city. It is prominent and attractive, being well 
located and superbly finished, and presenting a fine 
appearance both externally and internally. It is 
an ornament and credit to the Flour City, and em¬ 
braces an “institution” or “emporium” which is 
becoming widely and favorably known, but which 
we are inclined to give a voluntary notice that will 
introduce it to the attention of thousands of West¬ 
ern New-Yorkers and many of “the rest of man¬ 
kind”— to wit, the Dry Goods Establishment of 
Messrs. Hubbard & Northrop. As a brief account 
of their Store may not be uninteresting to many of 
our readers, we condense the following from a de¬ 
scription given in one of our city dailies at the time 
Messrs. H. & N. took possession, in April last 
The premises occupied by Messrs. Hubbard & 
Northrop is the first marble store erected by 
Wamsley Brothers, and for architectural beauty 
and high finish is not surpassed by any building for 
the same purpose in Western New York. The 
depth of the store is 175 feet, extending from Main 
to Division street; the width 32 feet, and the height 
15 feet There are two large domes in the centre, 
each 40 feet from the floor to the top, and 22 feet 
in diameter. Here, upon the floor of their princi¬ 
pal sales room, Messrs. H. & N. have over five thou¬ 
sand square feet upon which to receive their custo¬ 
mers and display their goods—said to be the most 
commodious room for the purpose in the State. 
The front has two large windows of the best plate 
glass, each about 10 feet in width by 15 feet high. 
These, together with the domes and large windows 
on Division st, make the store at all times of the 
day brilliantly light; and at night, 7 splendid six- 
branch chandeliers, suspended thro’ the centre of 
the store, illuminate the apartment most thorough¬ 
ly, making it literally “ as light as day,” the effect of 
which is heightened by the reflection in the mirrors 
set in the frames of the shelf- casings. The cornices of 
the shelf-cases, and also of the ceiling, are surmount¬ 
ed with rich and highly ornamented stucco work. 
Between the windows on Division st, and conven¬ 
ient to the silk and shawl department, is the most 
elegant mirror in the city, it being 10 feet by 8 feet 
in dimensions, and a most perfect glass in all re¬ 
spects. The counters, shelves, desks, and indeed 
all the appointments of the Store, are in the best 
style and of thorough finish. The commodious¬ 
ness and pleasantness of this store are unsurpassed. 
Messrs. H. & N. also have a spacious apartment in 
the second story, which is devoted to the manufac¬ 
ture of mantillas, ladies’ cloaks, &c. 
This establishment is worthy the notice and pat¬ 
ronage, not only of our immediate citizens, but of 
the large numbers of Ruralists and Villagers of 
Western New York who have occasion to visit and 
trade in Rochester. Messrs. Hubbard & Northroi 1 
are well known and highly esteemed as honorable, 
enterprising and experienced business men. They 
have hosts of friends in both City and Country, 
and have entered upon their enlarged business 
j under the most favorable auspices. 
THE GREAT CLOCK AT STRASBURG. 
Henry C. Wright, in a letter to the Liberator, 
thus describes the great clock in the Cathedral of 
Strasburg: 
The priests and military have retired, and I am 
now sitting in a chair facing the gigantic clock, 
from the bottom to the top not less than 100 feet, 
and about thirty feet wide, and fifteen deep. 
Around me are many strangers, waiting to see 
the working of thi3 clock as it strikes the hour of 
noon. Every eye is upon the clock. It now wants 
five minutes to twelve. The clock has struck and 
the people are gone, except a few whom the sex¬ 
ton, or head man, with a wand and sword, is con¬ 
ducting round the building. The clock has struck 
in this way: 
The dial is some twenty feet from the floor, on 
each side of which is a cherub, or little boy with a 
mallet, and over the dial is a small bell. The 
cherub on the left strikes the first quarter and that 
on the right the second quarter. 
Some fifty feet over the dial, in a large niche, is a 
huge figure of Time, a bell in his left, a scythe in 
his right hand. In front stands a figure of a young 
man with a mallet who strikes the third quarter on 
the bell in the hand of Time, and turns and glides, 
with a slow step, round behind Time. Then comes 
out an old man, with a mallet, and places himself 
in front of him. As the hour of twelve comes, the 
old man raises his mallet and deliberately strikes 
twelve times on the bell that echoes through the 
building, and is heard all round the region of the 
church. The old man glides slowly behind Father 
Time, and the young man comes on readily to per¬ 
form his part, a3 the time comes round again. Soon 
as the old man has struck twelve and disappeared, 
another set of machinery is put in motion, some 20 
feet higher still It is thus: 
There is a high cross, with the image of Christ 
on it The instant twelve has struck, one of the 
apostles walks out from behind, comes in front, 
turns, facing the cross, figures as large as life, walk 
round, bow and pass. As the last appears an enor¬ 
mous cock, perched on the pinnacle of the clock, 
slowly flaps its wings, stretches forth its neck, and 
crows three times, so loud as to be heard outside 
of the church to some distance, and so naturally as 
to be mistaken for a real cock. Then all is silent 
as death. No wonder this clock is the admiration 
of Europe. It was made in 1751, and has per¬ 
formed those mechanical wonders ever since, ex¬ 
cept about fifty years, when it stood out of repair. 
Disputatious People. —Mr. Emerson, in one of 
his recent lectures, in describing various classes 
of people, said:—“There are disputatious people 
—talkers for victory—dealers in contradictions— 
who contradict your first word, without waiting to 
get the scope of your meaning, and who appear to 
think that nothing is doing unless an argument is 
going on.” 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 52 letters. 
My 1, 4, 30, 45 is one of the United States. 
My 23, 5,10, 14, 7,12, 50, 9 is a town in Illinois. 
My 11, 13, 18, 16, 51, 22 is a lake in Switzerland. 
My 3, 38, 17, 5, 32, 2 is a river in Indiana. 
My 17, 37 19 32 6 is a town in France. 
My 23, 7, 10, 15, 21, 31, 8 is a county in Ohio. 
My 39, 9, 36, 31, 41, 48, 1, 37,18 is a cape in South 
America. 
My 1, 32, 18, 24, 11, 45 is a town in New York. 
My 32, 20, 27,12, 30, 22, 32 is a mountain in Rus 
sian America. 
My 10, 35, 20, 36, 45, 37, 33 is a town inRhode Is¬ 
land. 
My 25, 50, 11, 2, 44 is an island belonging to Eng 
land. 
My 34, 26, 43, 47, 12, 50, 18, 11 is a town in Virginia. 
My 42, 38, 28, 14, 30, 5 is an island in the Mediter 
ranean Sea. 
My 29, 50, 28, 30, 32, 44, 49, 31, 37, 52 is a cape in 
Spain. 
My whole is an extract from Sir Walter Scott 
Hillsboro, Ill,, 1858. M. V. Z. 
Z&Sr Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
ALGEBRAICAL PROBLEM 
A certain clock has an hour hand, a minute 
hand, and a second hand, all turning on the same 
centre. At 12 o’clock all the hands are together, 
and point at 12. How long will it be before the 
second hand will be between the other two hands, 
and at equal distances from each? Also, before 
the minute hand will be equally distant between 
the other two hands? Also, before the hour hand 
will be equally distant between the other two 
hands? Alonzo Deyo. 
Caton Centre, N. Y., 1858. 
Answer in two weeks. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &c., IN NO. 439. 
Answer to Biblical Enigma:—I will trust and not 
be afraid. 
Answer to Charade:—The letter C. 
Answer to Geometrical Problem:—Perpendicu¬ 
lar, 80 feet; base, 60 feet; hypotenuse, 100. 
Good Advice. —One of Wyatt’s common sayings 
was, that there were three things which should al¬ 
ways be strictly observed:—“Never to play with 
any man’s unhappiness or deformity, for that is in¬ 
human; nor on superiors, for that is saucy and un- 
dutiful; nor on holy matter, for that is irreligious.” 
