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HOOKE’S KUKAI NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
AUGUST 7 
Written for Moore's Kuril New-Yorker. 
IN MEMORIAM. 
BY KATE CAMERON. 
One year—how very short to tkec 
In Heaven’s cloudless clime! 
A drop in the Eternal sea, 
Unlimited by time! 
One year, thou hast been free from pain, 
From care and sorrow free, 
And we who still must linger here 
How can we weep for thee? 
It is our lot to cherish hopes 
Which earth can ne’er fulfill— 
Those restless yearnings of the soul, 
Which only Death can still. 
And it is ours, 'gainst fear and sin, 
To wage a ceaseless strife; 
A conflict stem—not sweet repose, 
Must be our daily life. 
A heavy cross we still must bear, 
Must wear the thorny crown; 
But thou, dear friend, one year ago, 
Didst lay thy burden down. 
And we who miss thy beaming smile, 
Thy fond and loving tone, 
The tokens of thy faithful heart, 
Weep for our lose alone! 
We cannot tell how many waves, 
Of Time’s fast ebbing tide 
Remains, ere we can moor our barks, 
At anchor by thy side. 
The voyage may be tempest-tost, 
It may be calmly past, 
It matters not, so we but reach 
The Haven safe, at last. 
Another year we've smiled and wept, 
And toiled with aching brow, 
For dreams of glory or of gain,— 
How trivial to lliec now! 
For thou dost learn immortal truths, 
Fast human finding out; 
Sight hath taken the place of faith, 
And certainty of doubt. 
Ah! it were sin to wish thee back, 
And bid thee cast away, 
The precious birth-right granted thee, 
One year ago to-dayl 
Rochester, N. Y., 1858. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
TOO LATE. 
BY CAROLINE A. HOWARD. 
It was one of the loveliest of summer moonlights 
which flooded the green slopes of Cherry Hill, and 
crept in soft, wavy beams through the woodbines 
that nearly concealed the piazza. It brought dis¬ 
tinctly to view, two forms seated there; one, a young 
girl in the first flush of womanhood, was half re¬ 
clining upon an iron seat near along window; the 
other, a youth, perhaps three years her senior, had 
thrown himself down upon the low window-seat, 
and looked up into her face as he talked. 
“Yes, Lucy, you are, in part, correct in your 
judgment, and I am not surprised since, from our 
long intimacy, you must possess a pretty thorough 
knowledge of my tastes and feelings. I think, as 
you say, that, if I ever marry, the person who will 
be so highly favored, will be, in almost everything 
my opposite. You know the qualities which I do 
most admire in your sex. A little, gentle creature, 
dependent, yet sufficiently spirited at times to pre¬ 
vent me from degenerating into a tyrant Artless 
without foolishness, cheerful and confiding, such is 
the woman whom I could love.” 
He spoke in a measured, musing tone, more like 
one who dreams aloud than as if stating to her his 
settled conviction. He could not see her face, it 
was turned from him, and the shadows were too 
deep. It was well he could not, for Nature might 
there have shown him a picture which Lucy 
Ashley would have died rather than have him 
see. As she turned her head from him, she 
shut her thin hands tightly and pressed them 
against her breast, as if every word he uttered 
were a dagger in her heart, and she would crowd 
it more firmly in. Her voice seemed to him natu¬ 
ral, or rather he noted no change, though it was 
very low and deliberate, when she answered.— 
Her tone was somewhat like that of a person who 
presses back some one, crying—" Be still! I will 
speak!” 
“A perfect being, truly! And do you expect 
that such an one exists? Or, if she does, what cor¬ 
responding inducements have you to offer, for her 
becoming Mrs. Addison Bruce?” 
“ There, Lucy ! you are sneering at me. I know 
that if you were to tell the truth, you would say 
that you think me the most conceited, presumptu¬ 
ous puppy that you ever saw.” 
“Not quite so fast, Addison, I will make one or 
two exceptions in your favor. Thomas Hyham, 
for instance.” 
“That is absolutely adding insult to injury. To 
compare me, even favorably, to that detestable 
lump of stupidity!” 
“Softly, my young friend. Calm yourself, if 
possible, and continue the subject of your original 
remarks.” 
“I think sometimes, Lucy, that you treat me 
something as you do your dog, whom you expect 
quietly and affectionately to fulfill your wishes, 
even before he has recovered from the effect of the 
lash.” 
“A very pointed remark. Quiet applicable.— 
Proceed!” 
“ Y ou question my worthiness of such a prize, 
even should I be so fortunate as to find her. At 
the risk of being thought even more egotistical 
than ever, I must say that I feel confident that such 
women as I have described do really exist. I have 
seen such. I have one in mind at this moment 
who nearly, if not quite, answers the description. 
If I live and have health and some of my present 
advantages, I hope to be a man. A man, such as 
even you, high as your standared is, might not 
scorn, Lucy.” 
There was a depth and softness to his voice, as he 
spoke that last sentence, which brought the mois¬ 
ture welling up into Lucy’s eyes, making them 
like diamonds, or like violet cups in the moonlight 
She was silent and he went on: 
“Notwithstanding that we are as brother and 
sister, I do not think you know me quite as well as 
perhaps you will some day, not as well as I wish 
you did. I think I am ambitious and energetic.— 
Conscientious, too; I think that my sense of right 
and duty is stronger even than my ambition. I 
am somewhat reserved on the subject of my own 
hopes and plans, therefore, some, and you among 
the number, are apt to think that I have none.— 
But, think as well as you can of me, Lucy, for 
your approval is to me quite an incentive to well¬ 
doing, and I will try to deserve your good opinion.” 
“ Pshaw! Addison, how absurd in you to take 
what I say so seriously. You know how much 
superior to most young men, I think you. But 
don’t begin to be vain on the warrant of that re¬ 
mark, for I think there is still a wide field for im¬ 
provement 
So saying, she arose hastily, and went into the 
house, heedless of Addison’s 
“Stay, Lucy! one word more!” 
Thus left to himself, the young man arose, and, 
lighting a cigar, began to promenade the piazza, 
indulging, doubtless, in pleasant bachelor visions; 
and since he is so happily employed, we will leave 
him to give the reader a more complete introduc¬ 
tion to our propria personae. 
Lucy Ashley was a child whom Mrs. Bruce had 
taken, at nine or ten years of age, “ to bring up.” 
Mrs. Bruce was a widow, possessed of a comforta¬ 
ble independence, and an only child, a son. Hav¬ 
ing no daughter of her own, her heart yearned to¬ 
wards the little orphan girl, and, to her, Bhe more 
than supplied a mother’s place. 
Lucy Ashley early displayed a refined taste and 
keen sensibility beyond her humble lot in life.— 
She was ill-fitted, either in mental or physical 
strength, to cope with a harsh world, and it had 
been the tender care of Mrs. Bruce to spare her 
every pang which cold neglect, or harsh unkind¬ 
ness, can inflict upon the lowly. 
Addison loved her as few brothers love even 
the best of sisters. He welcomed with open arms 
and boyish delight, the little stranger, who, his 
mother said, was to be his new sister. The same 
teachers who fitted Addison for college, cultivated 
in Lucy the germs of an intellect which amounted 
to genius. While Addison lingered over his stud¬ 
ies idly, whiling the days away in pleasant occupa¬ 
tion and poetic fancy, Lucy’s more vigorous mind 
grasped eagerly at every new opportunity for im¬ 
provement Original in thought and action, and 
secluded from promiscuous society, whatever she 
said or did generally had a spice of newness and 
freedom from conventionality which was quite re 
freshing; and Addison early learned to regard her, 
justly too, as superior to his other female acquaint¬ 
ances in purity of feeling and strength of mind. 
Mutual criticism and correction was a pleasure 
to both, and one in which they had always indulg¬ 
ed. It does not necessarily follow that sensitive 
people must be weak, but they are generally dis¬ 
trustful This was the case with Lucy. With all 
her adopted mother's care she was keenly alive to 
her dependence, therefore she was less frank and 
confiding and more self-reliant. Endowed with 
great firmness, self-control and clear judgment, her 
sensitiveness had increased the first of these qual¬ 
ities almost to stoicism, and the last almost to 
dogmatism. 
Addison saw in her these defects, and in his own 
pleasant, persuasive way, in a great measure cor¬ 
rected them. Less excitable than herself, he was 
still more demonstrative, equally firm, but more 
reasonable; his quiet earnestness could, almost at 
will, control and direct her opinions. 
On the other hand, his indolent habits and 
womanish delicacy were sources of anxiety to 
her, and she sought by every means in her power, 
to rouse him to that manly spirit and activity 
which she so much admired. Often, as we have 
seen, she would disagree with him, combatting 
some favorite theory, and appearing to deny him 
her symyathy, not because she really felt as she 
spoke, but in the hope of rousing him by opposi¬ 
tion. 
Bhe had another motive for this, which was 
carefully kept within her own breast—a wish to 
conceal, as far as possible, the interest in him and 
his prospects, which, check it as she might, would 
exceed the bounds of sisterly solicitude. Ah! 
tender, girlish heart, shut close thy prison doors! 
let no eye see thy throbbings! for woman’s love, 
if bestowed unsought, becomes, to the world, a 
crime. 
One can easily see how closely two such natures 
would assimilate. To Lucy his approbation was 
generally a reward, often a rule of conduct. To 
her he looked for that sound sense, those instruc¬ 
tive perceptions, which should sanction or change 
his views. 
He never thought of Lucy as a wife. He spoke 
the truth when he described his wife as a very 
different being. Addison was selfish. Love was 
to him too much like comforts which can be 
bought. Even as his money procured him pleas¬ 
ures and luxuries, so did he expect his own good 
character and agreeable manners to procure him 
love, whether reciprocated or not. 
He regarded Lucy’s affection a3 a great blessing 
which he was doubtless entitled to, or he should 
not possess it. Should he be deprived of it or her 
society, he would feel the loss keenly. There 
would be an irreparable flaw in the smooth web 
of his life; but he never thought of loving her any 
more on that account than he thought of loving 
God for giving him life, because that without 
existence, he could no longer enjoy. 
Everything with him was held subservient to 
systematic reasoning and philosophy. The world 
was to him but a sheet of canvass on which to 
study human nature, art, poetry, music; and love 
and imagination were but as oil in which to 
moisten the colors. Yet he was romantic, tender 
and true; but he never allowed his feelings to run 
riot beyond the control of reason. 
With Lucy love was the one absorbing principle 
—love to all humanity. Her heart was in sympa¬ 
thy with joy or sorrow wherever found. The 
lofty and lowly were alike to her, where she could 
find the great heart of nature throbbing within. 
It was amusing to notice the different emotions 
whieh a tale of distress would call forth from these 
two persons. While Lucy would be excited and 
melted to tears, eager to render every assistance, 
Addison would listen and smile an incredulous 
smile, or perhaps survey the sufferers with an air 
which seemed to say, 
“A fine group for a Remembrant or an An¬ 
gelo!” 
If, however, the party proved deserving, Addison 
would vie with Lucy in benevolent favors, and 
with more discrimination. 
But we linger too long in our description. We 
have sought to show that these very differences 
should have created a closer affinity between 
them, and that each was admirably fitted to correct 
the faults of the other. But one of them knew 
this, and to her the knowledge brought no joy. 
Mrs. Bruce had sometimes thought that she 
should be well pleased could Lucy become her 
daughter indeed, but since that seemed to be a 
thought far from either of her children, she in 
time looked upon it as impossible. 
In the select circle of their acquaintance there 
were few young ladies with whom Lucy cared to 
associate. She had, however, one quite intimate 
friend, much youDger than herself. Celeste 
Henry was the daughter of a retired English 
merchant who resided some five miles from Cherry 
HilL Her mother was a French woman, very 
lady-like and cultivated, but, like many of her 
race, was what may be termed a maneuverer. From 
her Celeste inherited a natural grace of motion 
and sweetness of expression, while her father had 
given her a small, plump figure, and the Saxon 
mark of fair skin, blue eyes and a shower of curls, 
a little darker than a sunbeam. 
She was an airy, playful child (she was but six¬ 
teen), and flitted in and out of a room like a butter¬ 
fly or a humming-bird. She had few accomplish¬ 
ments; was not more intelligent than thousands of 
girls with fewer advantages, and she liked nothing 
so well as to be happy, after a way of her own, 
without thought or restraint 
As might be expected, Lucy liked her much. 
She was just such a girl as natures like her’s are 
attracted by. 
Celeste came often to Cherry Hill, where she was 
regarded by all as a pretty child, to be petted and 
entertained, rather than made a companion of. 
Addison and Lucy returned her visits, and each 
seemed to like her equally well. 
At length Addison went from home, and was 
gone a year. This was the year before our story 
opens. During his absence Lucy missed him 
much, and Celeste came oftener than ever to 
supply the deficiency. In her letters to him Lucy 
spoke often of Celeste. Each missive bore some 
new record of her sweetness, her amiability, her 
artless affection. Addison was pleased; he missed 
Lucy; he knew she must be lonesome at times, 
and he was much obliged to Celeste for taking 
his place as well as she could. 
When he returned home it was but natural that 
that the first visit which he made should be at Mr. 
Henry’s. Mrs. Henry was delighted to see him— 
she always was. She told her friends that there 
was not a more agreeable or more promising 
young man in her acquaintance, and he was 
always welcome. Celeste received him with her 
usual half shy, half joyful expression, and Addison 
felt quite at home. 
He went again, and yet again, and often returned 
with Celeste on horseback for Lucy to join them 
in a ride, but somehow, as the season advanced, 
he grew less particular about asking Lucy to be of 
the party. Perhaps he thought the evenings too 
chilly as autumn drew near. However that may 
be, Lucy felt the change more keenly than she 
would have felt the October wind. 
It was soon after Addison’s return home that 
the conversation with which our story opens took 
place. An expression of his, then used, sent a 
thrill to Lucy’s breast, and roused there a feeling 
hitherto unknown. It was this— 
“I feel confident that such women as I have de¬ 
scribed do really exist. I have seen such. I have 
one in mind at this moment who nearly or quite 
answers the description.” 
“Celeste!” was her almost audible thought It 
had never occurred to her to regard her little 
friend in the light of a rival, yet such she now felt 
convinced that she was. Unconsciously though, 
for she felt sure that Celeste cared nothing for 
him beyond mere friendship, nor for any one, 
therefore there was the more probability that she 
would in time love him. Mrs. Henry, Lucy knew, 
would leave nothing undone to bring about so 
desirable a consummation. Do you wonder that 
her heart ached, and that her nights were nearly 
sleepless? 
Lucy Ashley was not a girl to sigh and pine, 
over a grief like this. Some would have nursed 
and fostered the canker worm which would prey 
upon their vitals. She did no such thing. She 
grew angry with herself, and inflicted a sound and 
salutary reproof upon the weak side of her nature 
chastening it into submission, till at length reason 
and common sense held undisputed sway. 
She could not help loving him; she did not wish 
to; but she could and would help desiring his love 
in return. She had been his sister from childhood, 
she would be his sister stilL She would be a faith¬ 
ful friend to them both. 
She did not sit down and scribble sonnets on 
“Withered Hopes,” or try to accustom herself to 
the disagreeable prospect of single blessedness. 
She did not even think she should be an old maid. 
Like a sensible girl, she saiji,— 
“Never mind, Lucy Ashley, because you have 
made one rather unfortunate mistake, that is no 
reason why you should resign yourself to solitude 
and misanthropy for the rest of your days. Repent 
of your error, and look forward to a better pros¬ 
pect; you will see some one yet to love as well, 
and one who will love you.” 
Though she had every reson to suppose her con¬ 
jectures correct with regard to Addison’s attach¬ 
ment, she had never had them confirmed, and 
syren Hope would ever and anon delude her heart 
with its whispers. 
One evening, as they walked to and fro on the 
gravelled walk from the gateway to the house, 
their conversation turned, as it often did, upon the 
subject of female beauty. Addison’s arm was 
thrown lovingly about Lucy’s waist, and her hand 
rested on his shoulder. 
“ You are mistaken, dear Lucy,” he said, “ if you 
suppose that beauty has other charms for me, than 
as an additional grace to a loving and lovely dis¬ 
position. Some of the most noble and beautiful 
persons whom I have ever known, were perfectly 
plain and unattractive in form and feature.” 
“ But you do love beauty, Addison?” 
"Ah! yes. Who does not? You, yourself, love 
it equally welL And when beauty is united to 
gentleness and love, it becomes perfectly irreBis- 
table.” 
“ It does, indeed!” answered Luoy, in a low voice. 
Then more gaily she said,— 
“ I Bhould like to see your ideal of mental and 
physical loveliness united.” 
“ That is not impossible. I can show it to you. 
I am tempted to do so.” 
They were near where a beautiful figure of Hebe 
emptied her snowy pitcher into the basin of a 
fountain, and for an instant Lucy thought perhaps 
he would show her her own face, but the thought 
was too vain and absurd, and vanished half-formed. 
“Show it to me, do!” she entreated playfully. 
“ Do you really wish it? Then look!” 
He drew from his pocket an antique miniature 
case, and touching a spring, he placed it open 
in her hand. The last golden rays of the sun 
streamed through the trees upon it, and looking, 
Lucy saw upturned to hers the smiling, happy 
face of Celeste Henry. Not as she knew her, but 
a gleeful child, surrounded by flowers. It was an 
exquisite painting, which Celeste’s mother had 
doubtless lent him. 
Sweet as was that innocent face, it struck a chill 
to her heart, worse than the most horrible vision 
could have done. She reeled a moment, and with¬ 
drew herself from his arm. Pressing one hand 
tightly to her side, she stood trembling before him. 
Again he drew her towards him, saying anxious¬ 
ly,—“Why, Lucy! what ails you? You tremble 
like a frightened bird.” 
“0, nothing! only a sudden pain in my side. 
There, I am better now, and shall soon forget it 
This is Celeste Henry, is it not? I should not 
think her more than twelve years old.” 
“She was, I believe, just that when that was 
painted. Is it not lovely ?” 
“Yery! But not lovelier than she is now. But 
I must go in, the air is chilly.” 
We have said that Lucy had almost conquered 
her weakness. The incident just mentioned was 
all that was needed to teach her that her love was 
indeed in vain. Nature would have her way once, 
but it was the last time. When she went to her 
room that night, she threw herself down beside her 
bed and gave vent to the feelings, which filled her 
heart almost to bursting, in a flood of tears. How 
long she wept she knew not The moon arose, 
and peeping through the windows, smiled upon her 
pain. At last she grew quiet, and poured forth 
her soul in a fervent, yearning prayer for strength 
and guidance. That prayer was answered, and 
Lucy arose with the light of a new morning, 
sustained and calm. 
But it was hard to live under the same roof with 
Addison and not feel a return of the old, sad, 
wistful affection; therefore Lucy resolved to leave 
him. A change was the best thing under the cir¬ 
cumstances. 
A sister of Mrs. Bruce, residing in the Western 
part of New York had often desired her to visit 
her. This invitation she determined to accept 
without further delay. 
Addison missed her sadly, but consoled himself 
with the presence of Celeste, to whom his visits 
were more constant than ever. Yet somehow he 
was not quite at ease. He liked Celeste. She 
pleased him inasmuch as she attracted and amused 
him, but she did not elevate him. In his intercourse 
with Lucy he always felt his mind expand and 
grow strong. She called forth his nobler-self, she 
drew out his best powers. Thus he always felt 
better and wiser for an hour’s conversation with 
her. 
[Concluded on page 256, this No.] 
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440 44 Arcade, Rochester, N. Y. 
TO NURSERYMEN AND FLORISTS. 
P AUL BOSSANGE, Agent for Louis Lerot, of the Grand 
Jardin, Angers, France, begs to announce that he Is now fully 
prepared to execute all orders for Fruit, Forest and Ornamental 
Trees, Shrubs, Flowers, Ac., Ac. 
Catalogues of the prices current, embracing Shipping and Insu¬ 
rance charges, may be bad (gratis) on application to 
439 PAUL BOSSANGE, 20 Beekman St, New York. 
W ANTED IMMEDIATELY -LOCAL AND TRAVEL¬ 
ING Agents, in a business which is sure to pay from $20 to 
$28 per week. Particulars free to all who enclose a stamp or three 
cent piece for return postage, and address 
437-I2t S. M. MYRICK A CO, Lynn, Maes. 
L IME. —PAGE'S PERPETUAL KILN— Patented July, 
1867. Superior to any in use for wood or coal. 2% cords of wood, 
or tuns of coal to 100 bbls.—coal not mixed with stone. 
434tf Address O. D. PAGE, Rochester, N. Y. 
SUPERIOR LAND PLASTER! 
F RENCH a CHAPPELL, 69 Exchange St, (Successors to 
Shurtlut A Smith, at old Stand,) keep on hand for Fanners’ 
use, Gakbutt's Celebrated Land Plastse. One Dollar invested 
In Plaster returns Fifty to the Farmer. 
ty SOMBRERO GUANO, a superior article, for sale in any 
quantity by F. A C., as above. _ *36tf 
KEDZIE’S WATER FILTER. 
T HE SUBSCRIBERS give notice that they have mad9 arrange¬ 
ments with Mr. Kkdzie, the patentee of this celebrated Filter, to 
manufacture, under his own supervision, and sell at former retail pri¬ 
ces. and discount to dealers as when made by J. E. Cheney A Co. 
Address only J AMES TERRY A CO. 
69 and 61 State St, Rochester, N. Y. 
431 the old Btand of J. E Chbnkt A Co 
HUDSON RIVER INSTITUTE, 
A T CLAVERACK, Columbia Co. N. Y, Malm and FinliA 
The very best and cheapest Boarding School In the land—$40 
pays board, washing and Tuition in common English branches per 
term. Special advantages in French, Painting, and Piano Music.— 
Indies who complete the Course are famished situations to teach at 
salaries from $200 to 500 a year. Experienced gentlemen Instructors 
at the head of each of the nine departments. Summer Term, April 
16th. Write for a Catalogue. Address 
421tf Rev ALONZO FLACK, A. M. Principal 
MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER, 
THE LEADING WEEKLY 
Agricultural, Literary and Family Newspaper, 
IS PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY BY 
D. D. T. MOORE, ROCHESTER, N. Y. 
Office, Union Buildings, Opposite the Court House. 
TERMS, IN ADVANCE : 
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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, (J 1 * 60 P er “PW 
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 the Rural The lowest price of 
copies sent to Europe, Ac. is $2 50,— including postage. 
Advertising-Brief and appropriate advertisements will be 
Inserted at twenty-five cents a line, each insertion, payable in ad¬ 
vance. Our rule is to give no advertisement, unless very brief more 
than four consecutive insertions. Patent Medicines, Ac. are Dot 
advertised in the Rural on any conditions. 
