MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
JULY 10. 
THE ARMY OF BUCKETS. 
BY MRB. T D. GAGK. 
Forth to their labor, at early mom, 
There they go; 
Stalwart men, (who the idlers scorn,) 
All in a row; 
Brave as an aryiy of soldiers, they. 
With buckets of tin— 
Conquering the foe they meet each dav, 
A prize they win. 
Bloodshed and carnage are not their trade; 
« The battle of life” 
They fight—with mattock, and axe, and spade— 
For children and wife; 
Singing the songs that their boyhood knew, 
With a cheerful glee; 
Cracking i joke with a comrade true; 
Mischievously. 
Each, with a bucket hung by his side— 
Bis dinner within— 
Cares not a straw for the glance of pride 
At his bucket of tin. 
Hark! hear his laugh at the pampered bom. 
With his lordly gait, 
And his hands made white by the toil of slaves, 
In their fear and hate. 
The man who, honestly, for himself, 
Earns his daily bread, 
Is nobler than he who, with borrowed pelf, 
Holds a haughty head. 
Every stroke from a freeman’s hand 
Makes the world better; 
Each furrow he turns in the goodly land 
Loosens a fetter. 
Better, by far, than the glittering sword. 
Is the bucket of tin; 
Back to the right, which is the Lord 
The world to win? 
Home from their labor—'tis evening now— 
There they go; 
Sturdy men, with toil-stained brow, 
All in a row. 
Sweet be their sleep, when their task is done; 
Comfort and health 
Nerve them again, with the rising sun, 
To labor for wealth— 
Wealth that is better than silver or gold, 
And a conscience clear; 
Health and strength, with their joy untold, 
To the toiler here. 
Honor and praise to,Fhe legions strong, 
Wi.h their buckets of tin; 
Nobly they’re battling earth’s great wrong; 
God help them winl 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
JOHN IIOLLEY’S MISTAKE. 
BY JKNNY MARSH PARKER. 
Chapter I. 
John Holley threw down llis hoe suddenly, and „ N she is bot marrie d,” he said at last 
thrusting his great hands deep into his pockets, „ Nor won<t be b 0De in t]lis stup5d town » 
stalked across the potato field shaking his head gaid T biting hard on his cigar . « It , s a pity 
and muttering to himself. The gloomy, discon- tbat 6he bas t0 live here , when she might make 
tented expression of his youthful face betrayed no B . lcb a 8ensation among gay and fashionable folks. 
him, had so encouraged and elated him, that he re¬ 
solved to offer her his hand and fortune the coming 
Sunday night There was but one fear to shadow 
his hope of acceptance, and that the ardor of his 
love made insignificant Mary was ambitious,— 
discontented with dull country life. She had spent 
a winter in the city, and bad since been homesick 
in her native village. John had often heard her 
say in her bewitching playfulness, that she hoped 
to marry out of Lanfry some day; she saw no 
other way of leaving the stupid place. “But,” 
thought John to himself, “ I can gratify her even 
in that, perhaps. I can work hard on the farm a 
few years longer, until I accumulate a capital, and 
then we can go to town to live.” 
And these thoughts made hoeing potatoes easy 
work, until the rumbling of carriage wheels caused 
him to look up and behold his old school mate, 
Tom Fuller, rolling along in the style he was. He 
saw John and checking the horses called out in a 
voice and intonation much changed from what it 
was when he shouted after Deacon Sampson’s 
cattle, 
“Good morning , John, good morning. Hard at 
work yet, I see”—and he drew off his yellow kid to 
shake his old playmate’s rough hand. 
“Good morning Tom,” said John heartily, “lam 
right glad to see you. It’s a long time since you 
have been among us. Things have changed some 
I see,” and he gave a significant glance at the 
dashing outfit. 
“ Yes,” drawled out Tom with a pompous flourish 
of his cigar, “but things here have not changed 
much after all. Everything goes on in the old 
fashioned way. Who is married and who is dead? 
Has anything very eventful come to pass?” 
“ Nothing,” replied John, and then mentioned 
the marriages and funerals that had taken place in 
Tom’s absence. 
“ I have not lost all interest in the old place, yon 
see,” said Tom, drawing on his glove again. Taking 
out a heavy gold watch, he expressed his surprise at 
the early hour, thence dilating at some length upon 
the speed of his horses, which seemed glad of rest 
and shade. 
“ Where are you hound?” asked John. “Won’t 
you take dinner with us? Our folks will all be glad 
to see you.” 
“ Couldn’t, couldn’t my dear fellow—am sorry to 
lose the pleasure, but indeed my Time is so pressing 
I must be back to-morrow, and I have much to do 
in the meanwhile. Does Judge Marvin live where 
he did?” and with his silver mounted whip he 
pointed to the white house on the hill side. 
“ Yes,” said John. “ The old man will never 
leave Lanfry. He bas lived here too long and 
likes his old homestead too well.” 
“And—and—is Mary married yet?” and the 
yellow kids picked up the reins. 
John was perturbed by that question and sorely 
tempted to a falsehood. He knew of Tom’s former 
attachment to Mary Marvin, and doubted not his 
errand to Lanfry, and,—lovers are always jealous 
you remember,—and he didn’t know but-well, 
he could not have put his misgivings into words, 
pleasant cogitations. Ho had plainly arrived at 
some Budden and fixed conclusion while toiling 
’Tis too bad, too bad.” 
Now John felt very much like taking Tom by the 
there in the hot sun, one that abruptly terminated hair ftn(1 chflU i ns w courw91y fo „ t w cftQl . 
his labor. l y accomplished when they were quarrelsome 
He reached the shadows of the beech trees, and boy3 together, but be only bit bis nails and said 
there resting his elbows on the fence and his chin nothing. 
on his hands, his dissatisfied eyes wandered direct- rp 0M drove gaily away, and JonN leaped over the 
ly across the pasture, and fields of wheat and com, f ence and went slowly back to his work. He took 
to the large white house on the hill side, with up b j g boe reluctantly, and with a sigh. He hoed 
cheerful green blinds, vide piazza s festooned with one b jjj un til he had cut away the potato tops 
climbing roses and clematis and the prettiest of ^ we jj ag ^ be w eeds, when he left his work impet- 
gardens blooming in the front. uously and strode ofl’ to the beech tree corner, 
There waa a carriage driving swiftly along the where he stood gazing at Judge Marvin’s house, 
road that led to the house, an elegant carriage, vel- h5s grumbling thoughts running on like this: 
vet-lined and luxurious enough lor a queen, (so .«Yes, I am a fool, a downright fool if I work 
John thought when it passed the potato field a here on the farm another day. Father can hire a 
short time bclore.) 1 his waa drawn by a pair of boy to take my place. To think of my plodding 
spirited black horses, who curved their beautiful along at this bard, slow rate, when by going to the 
nooks, champed their bilver bits, and seemed per- c jt y as Tom Fuller did, I can make money faster, 
feolly conscious ot the wondering admiration they and ij ve easier too. I hate this farm-life, and I’ve 
woio receiving Item the quiet and unsophisticated done with it to day. * * * * Mary 
people ot that remote township. A youth in gla- j s too splendid a girl to tie down to a dairy, and 
ring yellow kids, dazzling breastpin, powerful mous- this stupid village. I will go to the city next 
tache and imperial—from the intricacies of which 
a cigar protruded—held the reins, bowing and 
smiling most lavishly at every window ho passed. 
“Why, xl ho is it?” was tho startled inquiry of the 
overcome farmers’ wives and daughters. Some 
could not guess for the life of them, and others 
who watched the direction of the dashing equi¬ 
page, and saw it draw up at Judge Maktin’h door, 
concluded that it must be Tom Fuller, and puz¬ 
zled their brains tho rest of the day wondering 
how he had so risen in the world. Only two or 
three years before he stopped doing chores for 
Deacon Sampson, and, with scarcely a penny in his 
pocket, went to tho city to seek a situation as clerk. 
After much difficulty he obtained one, and this 
was his first return to his native village. 
“ Yes, it must be him,” said old dame Oaklv t 
week, and if I haven’t wit enough to go ahead of 
Tom Fuller, we’ll see.” * * * * “ If 
i should marry Tom.” Oh, the mad torture of 
tli- thought “I’d as soon live here as anywhere; 
b it she won’t if I tell her what I am going to do— 
I know she thinks more of me than of anybody 
i in the world. I’ll ride up there this afternoon 
— yep, this very afternoon, and throw a slight 
damper on his spirits. I’ve hoed the last potatoes 
1 ever shall”—and he leaped over the fence into 
the road, and set off briskly forborne. 
Now, if honest John Holley had known that 
Tom Fuller received but four hundred dollars 
a year for counter-jumping, out of which he must 
pay his board and clothe himself, and that his 
board bill was at that time far in the arrear, and his 
“Yes, it must be him,” said old dame Oaklv . lovely silk vest-pocket contained his last tailor’s 
her buxom daughter Susie, as they watched the dun, that the horses and carriage were from the 
carriage from the porch and saw it stop before livery, and that the ostentatious watch was only 
Judge Marvin’s, the great white house on the hill plated, I think he would have hoed that ten acre 
Bide. “Yes, it must be Tom, but who’d thought lot as contented as ever. 
he could raise so high as that? Now that he has When he unfolded his plan at the dinner-table 
got to be as rich as Crashus, he’s come back I sup- that day, his mother was loud in her remonstrances 
pose to see if Mary Marvin will marry him. I against it, as John was the only child she had at 
always thought he had a liking for the girl.” 
home, and the joy and comfort of her declining 
“So did I,” said Susie, demurely. “ What will years. But when informed that it was Tom Fuller 
John Holley do, I wonder.” 
who went by in the grand carriage that morning, 
“ Ob, take up with something better,” replied and puzzled her with a bow she dared not return, 
the good dame, indulging in a vigorous pinch of her opposition was withdrawn, and she, good soul 
snuff, and casting a sidelong glance at her fair that she was, was willing to sacrifice anything if 
daughter. John might do well in the world. Old Mr. Holley 
John Holley shut his lips tight together and listened to all that his wife and son said with silent 
looked savagely fierce when he saw the carriage and immovable gravity. He was a man of deep 
drive up to Judge Marvin’s door, and a dainty insight and wise judgment, but of very few words 
figure in white hasten out on the piazza to give and those as laconic as possible, 
him a welcome. The Judge, also, came forward, “And what do you think about it, father?” asked 
and the carriage was sent to the barn. John was JonN, turning at last to the wise old farmer, whose 
most uncomfortable,—terribly so. 
He was hoeing away at his potatoes, and so ab- 
opinion was seldom given unless demanded. 
“You had better finish hoeing the potatoes, 
sorbed in sweet thoughts and hopeful fancies, of John.” 
which the pretty Mary was the burden, that he did The length, breadth and depth of that remark was 
not mind the scorching heat, or the great amount fully comprehended by the son, who stated his ob- 
of labor he must do that day. He had been with jections in a filial and respectful manner, but he 
her the evening before, and her behavior towards seemed almost unheard by the old man, who was 
looking out of the open door across the lands he 
had cleared, cultivated and paid for. John was 
over age; he had full liberty to do as he chose. 
He rode up to Mart Marvin’s that night. Tom’s 
frown was terrible when he saw him enter the 
room, and he nervously twisted his moustache at 
the welcome given. Mary had been most affable 
all the afternoon. They had been to ride in the 
carriage, had rambled through the garden, he had 
twined flowers in her curls, pressed her hand, and 
even kissed her blushing cheek. John’s entrance 
did indeed cast a damper upon his spirits, and his 
every hope faded like the mist, when he saw the 
radiant smile that lit up her fair face, when John 
stated, rather awkardiy to be sure—for he stood a 
little in awe of Deacon Sampson's chore boy after 
all,—his intention of going to the city the next 
week to enter into business of some sort Nor did 
John withdraw until after poor Tom yawned so 
atrociously, that Mary with a wicked smile sug¬ 
gested to the Judge, who was dozing over his pa¬ 
per, that the young gentleman must be very weary 
after so long a ride, and doubtless wished to retire. 
Tom never could forgive himself for being so dis¬ 
concerted as to follow the Judge up stairs, leaving 
an undisputed field to John Holley, who, ere the 
old clock in the hall droned out twelve strokes, 
had won what he deemed a glorious trophy. 
Chapter II. 
The next week, John Holley, in a bran new suit 
of clothes, procured upon his father’s good credit, 
took the stage coach for the city, leaving his 
affianced Mary behind, in more joy than sorrow, 
for he had given her the sweet promise of an eauly 
return, when he should claim her as his bride, and 
take her to his new, and her long desired home. 
She watched the lumbering old vehicle, from 
which a handkerchief floated, until it disappeared 
over the hill, and then with a moistened eye, for 
“hope deferred maketh the heart sick,” she 
hastened to her father with an earnest plea for a 
heavy draft upon his pocket-book, and the use of 
the grey ponies to take her to the town that day. 
It was time to begin her shopping, at least, she 
thought. 
It was with no little difficulty that John procured 
a situation as nnder-clerk in a small dry-goods 
establishment. Discouraged and tired of running 
from one business house to another, and of hope¬ 
lessly appealing for the aid of the few friends he 
had in town, he would gladly have gone back to 
the potato field, had not the fear of losing Mary’s 
smiles by his failure, prompted him to accept the 
offer he did, at a salary that promised small sup¬ 
port for a wife. He comforted himself with think¬ 
ing it was “ only the beginning,”—“ he must start 
from the foot of the hill,” and other trite maxims 
that were duly served up as an antidote for his 
disgust and discontent. More than once he secret¬ 
ly longed for the ten acre lot, as he stood behind 
the counter all day selling muslin and gingham, 
or lace at two pence a yard. Then he must needs 
board at a cheap lodging bouse in a cheap part of 
the town. The food was unpalatable; his mother’s 
bountiful table was never disgraced by such dishes. 
The only window of his close sleeping-room, that 
was shared by a fellow clerk, opened above his 
door into the hall. Sunshine never entered there— 
they only had the gas-light John thought much 
of his great east room at home, with its four 
windows, draped in snowy muslin, and shaded by 
the cherry trees, where the blue birds hung their 
nests,—of the soft white bed. th» nlpan linen, and 
the fragrance of the coffee and bam that could call 
him to bis breakfast in the morning. But then he 
thought also, of pretty Mary Marvin, and choked 
down the homesick sigh of regret, and ate the dry 
baker’s bread, and the strong grocery butter, and 
went back to the long, dark sales-room with the 
heroic fortitude of a martyr. 
By his faithfulness and industry, John’s expecta¬ 
tions in regard to the advancement of his salary 
were soon realized, and he wrote a more cheerful 
and encouraging letter to Mary than she had re¬ 
ceived in some time, although he was still obliged 
to place their marriage further off than they at 
first anticipated. The reply he received was full 
of unhappy lamentations. Mary was pining of 
loneliness and discontent; she thought her state of 
mind might drive her into a decline. Every one 
was remarking her faded cheek and listless eye.— 
He alone knew the cause,—her craving for con¬ 
genial surroundings and companionship. She felt 
that her life was wasted in Lanfry. What was there 
in that dull, little, country village to keep one’s ex¬ 
istence from stagnation? And added to all this 
was the wretchedness accruing from her separation 
from him. Oh, what a doleful letter it was! It 
stung poor John to the quick, and the next Satur¬ 
day afternoon he bought a pair of kids, &c., suffi¬ 
cient to indue him with a city air,—all for Mary’s 
sake,—and started for the little village of Lanfry. 
The result of that excursion was, that the next 
week he returned to town with a wife. The Judge 
had reluctantly consented to their hasty union, and 
given his daughter a thousand dollars, a sum which 
quite dispelled all her sentimental dreams of self- 
sacrifice and denial, for the sake of living in 
town with John. 
When John asked his grave old father for a little 
aid at this important crisis of his life, the only re¬ 
ply that he received was, that he had enough in 
store for him when he should need it, and that time 
was not now, and John knew his father too well to 
press him farther; but his mother, who thought 
him very unkindly used, slyly slipped a fifty dollar 
note into his hand, her butter money, that she had 
been saving for a new carpet 
Mrs. Holley could not live in the cheap board¬ 
ing house in the lower part of the town,— the 
parlor that John selected there, she declared un¬ 
endurable, and that it was folly for them to im¬ 
prison themselves in such a place when they were 
able to do better. The only rooms she fancied 
were a suit in a stylish hotel on one of the most 
fashionable avenues. There she would be in bliss¬ 
ful content,—there she must go, and there John, 
with faint remonstrances and a heavy heartsinking, 
followed her. 
For awhile they prospered fairly, although 
their income never exceeded their expenditures. 
Through Judge Marvin’s influence John was made 
junior partner in a dry-goods firm, and although 
he had the pleasure of seeing his name upon a 
commercial sign, it did not lessen his labors as a 
clerk, or much increase his income. He invested 
a part of his wife’s property in a successful specu¬ 
lation, even doubled it, but with it her numerous 
wants. They lived high and fast— John combatted 
the evil as long as he could, but in vain; and when 
driving about town in their unpaid livery, they 
sometimes met poor Tom Fuller, who gazed after 
Mrs. Holley most regretfully, John bit his lip, 
and secretly called him a happy dog. Poor John! 
how he had been cheated! 
The five years after his marriage wrote ten, aye 
twenty, upon John Holley’s face. It was care 
and perplexity, disappointment and toil. “A wife 
is something to go home to,” beautifully has said 
Mrs. Ellis— Mrs. Holley was something to dress 
and go out with—that was all. 
Five years after his marriage, John Holley sat 
upon his father’s door-step one June morning, 
haggard and pale. The old man was beside him, 
his benign countenance thoughtful and sad. He 
had talked a great deal that morning, more than 
was his wont, and much comfort and peace had 
his kind words given. The night before, just as 
he was closing the Bible, to go to bed, John had 
come home, so unexpected, and with a look in his 
white face that startled them with terror and alarm. 
Everything was gone—wife, and everything!— 
The crash had eome, but heavier and more ruinous 
than he had expected. He could have forgiven 
Mary for bringing so much upon him, but for the 
foul dishonor her last step attached to his name. 
She had fled with a grey-headed old merchant of 
princely wealth,—whither he knew not,—he should 
not ask nor seek. 
“ Well, John,” said the good father, laying his 
trembling hand upon the bowed head of his son, 
“ you are welcome to come back. I have missed 
you everyday of your absence, and wished you 
were with me again. It was hard to be without 
you, John. I am glad to have you back.” 
“But I must extricate myself from the difficul¬ 
ties I am in,” said the young man, knitting his 
brow. “ I must free myself from the obligations 1 
am in duty bound to fulfil, and I desire to earn with 
my own hands, what shall enable me to do so.” 
“ You would not hesitate to receive a loan ade¬ 
quate to that purpose, providing time were given 
you?” 
“No,” replied John, despondingly; “ but how am 
I ever to repay such a loan? My credit, my name, 
and my ambition are gone.” 
“I will advance the money, John, you shall have 
it to-morrow.” 
The young man set his mouth firmly, and slowly 
replied,— 
“No, father, I will not take what I may not be 
able to repay, more than all, from you, who have 
toiled hard for what yon have.” 
“But you can pay me, John, easily, too, and in 
the only way I want payment.” 
John looked eagerly into his father's face, and 
marked the smile that slightly quivered in the 
corner of his sober mouth, as he added, looking 
straight into his son’s eyes with an earnestness 
that had the effect to command, 
“ Go down to the ten acre lot, and hoe out those 
potatoes. You’ll find a hoe in the old place under 
the shed.” 
John did as his father bade him, and his hoe 
was lighter than when he last threw it down. 
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KETCHUM’S REAPER AND MOWER. 
R. L. HOWARD’S 
Cash Premium List for 1858! 
T. C. PETERS, DARIEN, GENESEE COUNTY. N. Y„ 
UMPIRE, TO AWARD PREMIUMS. 
First Premium, - 
Second Premium, 
Third Premium, - 
Fourth Premium, 
Fifth Premium, - 
$150 00 
100 00 
100 00 
50 00 
25 00 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 2G letters. 
My 10, 6, 1, 9, 14 is a large fish. 
My 9, 22, 26 is a farmer’s tool. 
My 19, 21, 17, 18, 16 is a boy’s name. 
My 4, 2 is what some people say. 
My 7, 22, 22, 6 is a part of the human frame. 
My 20, 11, 22, 13 is a ferocious animaL 
My 21, 3, 12, 6, 3, 21 is a boy’s name. 
My 22, 8, 23 is not in. 
My 15, 25, 24, 24, is the lower part of a window. 
My whole is a proverb. 
Rochester, N. Y., 1858. T. C. 
/fcSj" Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
BIOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 28 letters. 
My 1, 16, 18,13, 27, 14, 7 was a distinguished Por¬ 
tuguese poet. 
My 10, 26, 16, 8, 3, 7 was a Greek lexicographer. 
My 2, 19, 4,16, 1, 9 was the greatest of the Roman 
lyric poets. 
My 24, 28, 26, 20,17, 26, 5, 26, 3, 14 was a Roman 
rhetorician. 
My 23, 22, 14, 6, 12,16 was a Roman moralist and 
philosopher. 
My 21, 2, 3, 5, 11, 7 was the founder of the Ionic 
philosophy. 
My 8, 26,15,19 was a great Tyrian princess. 
My whole was a political philosopher. 
New Hartford, N. Y., 1858. Edward E. M. 
Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorkor. 
MATHEMATICAL PROBLEM. 
A man has a circular farm containing 282. 7432 
acres, and wishes to give to his seven sons equal 
parcels, as large as can be made in seven equal 
circles, included within the periphery of his farm, 
and keep the remainder himself. How many acres 
does each son receive? and how many acres dees 
the father retain? j. t. r. 
No. Tunbridge, Yt., 1858. 
gif' Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
GEOMETRICAL PROBLEM. 
Required the area of a circular zone, the «hord 
of one of the segments being 8 rods, the versed 
sine of the other segment 4.8 rods, and the diame¬ 
ter of the circle 12 rods. J. Thompson. 
Hanover, Mich., 1858. 
jSsf* Answer in two weeks. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, Ac., IN NO. 442. 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma: — Actions 
speak as well as words. 
Answer to Geographical Enigma:—Arthur Mid- 
I dleton. 
Answer to Problem:—226 .98. 
I N order to advance the interests of Agriculture more effectually 
than I can by spending money in attending public trials, which 
often are very unsatisfactory to the public, I offer the following 
premiums: 
1st.—ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS 
To the farmer who shall cut the greatest number of acres of grass and 
grain, in the shortest time, in the best manner, and with the least ex¬ 
pense, with Ketchum’s Combined Machine, manufactured this year , 
during the ensuing harvest 
2d.—ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS 
To tli* farmer who 6hal] cut with any Ketchum Combined Machine, 
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To the farmer who shall cut one hundred acres of grass, with any 
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To the farmer, who shall cut fifty acres of grass, in like maimer, with 
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5th.—TWENTY-FIVE DOLLARS 
To the farmer, who shall harvest twenty acres of clover seed, with any 
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The grass must yield not less than one and a half tons to the acre. 
The said work to be done with machines manufactured by the sub¬ 
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Farmers competing for the above premiums shall forward an affida¬ 
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I will furnish blanks for affidavits to any person, and reserve the 
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next circular Two premiums shall not be awarded to the same iierson. 
The result of accurate trials of this kind, will enable the public to 
judge with more certainty' of the value of Reaping and Mowing Ma¬ 
chines compared with the scythe and cradle, than can be done at trials 
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desirable height Rakes off the grain better than iirordinarily done 
by the best hand rakes. The size of the bundle is easily regulated by 
a slight pressure of the driver’s foot, and is operated with the least 
possible amount of manual labor. 
The SelLRaker was awardod tho First Premium at the Nations: 
Trial in July last ’ 
Asa Jtowis, it is lighter In draught than many macnlnes whirl 
ent less width of swath leaves the cut grass in good condition, sod 
starts at any point without backing to get up motion of the knite Mote 
coming to the grass. Ttie motion of the knite is changed from sow, 
for reaping, to fast for mowing, by using dittereut sized pinions—se¬ 
curing a high motion when necessary, and avoiding it and the conse- 
queut loss of power and wear of the gearing, when nnnecesssiy. The 
Bame cutter bar is used for both reaping and mowing, and the macaine 
is easily and quickly converted to serve either purpose. , 
For quality of material and workmanship, strength, duraoility ana 
efficiency, it is, as manufactured by us, not exceled as a combined 
machine’ „ .... ., , 
We manufacture two sizes,—one cutting five f6et, designed for two 
horses ; the other cutting six feet or more, designed for four horse*, 
(may be used with two ) Circulars containing price, tertns, testimo¬ 
nials, blank orders, he , will be sent on application to us. 
SEYMOUR, MORGAN A ALLEN, 
432tf Brockport, N. Y. 
BLACK II A VV K , Jr., 1st., 
TkifAY BE FOUND at the Stable of the Subscriber, two mites 
If I eas t of Lockport, the coming season for the improvement of 
bora'.-. Sire, Black Hawk; g. sire, Sherman; g. g, Justin Morgan.— 
Dam, by young Hamiltonian, by Bishop Hamiltonian, by Imported 
Messenger. Dam of Young Hamiltonian by Leonidas; g. dam by 
Belifounder. Black Hawk, Jr. 1st is jet black, 15 hands high, 
weight 1,000 lbs, closely resembling his sue in style and actioa He 
bossesses an excellent temper, is a pleasant driver and goes in good 
style. He received the fiist premium at the Niagara Co. Fair in 1863 
when six years old-time, 2m. 55s. Also the first premium at the N. 
Y. State Fair in 1857, beating Billy McCracken of Oshkosh, Wia.— 
His stock are good size, weighing from 1,000 to 1,200 Ihs. In speed, 
style and docility they excel 
I have a number of young horses, stallions, mares and geldings of 
his sire, for sale on reasonable terms. Persons in pursuit of choic© 
stock are invited to call and examine them, or address me by letter. 
426wctf N. FARNUM, Lockport, Niagara Co., N. Y. 
ROCHESTER STEREOTYPE FOUNDRY. 
book, job and fancy Stereotyping in the very be6t manner, guarantee¬ 
ing satisfaction. Books, Pampldets, Catalogues and Circulars put id 
type, stereotyped and published. I am also prepared to execute in 
the very best 6tyle, all kinds of Wood Engraving, of animate, ma. 
chinery, buildings, fruit, plants, Ac. Those at a distance caD send a 
good daguerreotype or drawing and rely upon having everything done 
in the most satisfactory manner, as I shall devote my personal atten¬ 
tion to the business and employ the best workman. _ 
Rochester, Jan. 12,1868. 1419) H. C. WHJTR. 
OUNT’S 
COPPER LIGHTNING CONDUCTOR. 
PiTiitTKD Jolt 1 1, 1852. 
rrtHE SUBSCRIBERS, successors to Brittaim h EdhukdS, ius 
X Proprietors of this Patent for the 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, ana aie 
prepared to furnish them with the appropriate apparatus, to all partis* 
holding the right to territory, in any quantity, and on short notice. 
The rods are put up in cases convenient for transportation, with the 
foil complement of fixtures inclosed. Each case contains twenty-five 
1 Liey Hit) i utiuaucu mj agcuio uj ujo , -•' 
to dispose of them to be used in certain described territory, on very 
advantageous terms. _ , . , . ___ 
Applications for Agency, orders for stock or models, and all commu¬ 
nications relating to this business will receWe immediate attention, if 
addressed to BRITTAIN <fc MARSH, 
404 tf Lockport, Niagara Co, I*. *• 
ty Circulars sent on application. 
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