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MOORE'S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND EMILY NEWSPAPER, 
AUGUST 21 
“ WHERE THERE’S A WILL THERE'S A WAY.” 
BY ELIZA COOK. 
We hare faith in old proverbs full surely, 
For Wisdom has traced what they tell, 
And Truth may be drawn up as purely 
From them, as it may from “ a well.” 
Let us question the thinkers and doers, 
And hear what they honestly say, 
And you’ll find they believe, like bold wooers, 
In “ Where there’s a will there’s a way.” 
The hills have been high for Man’s mounting, 
The woods have been dense for his axe, 
The stars have been thick for his counting, 
The sands have been wide for his tracks, 
The sea has been deep for his diving, 
The poles have been broad for his sway, 
But bravely he’s proved in his striving 
That “ Where there’s a will there’s a way.” 
Have ye vices that ask a destroyer? 
Or passions that need your control? 
Let Reason become your employer 
And your body be ruled by your soul. 
Fight on, though ye bleed in the trial; 
Resist with all strength that ye may. 
Ye may conquer Sin’s hoBt by denial, 
For “ Where there’s a will there’s a way.” 
Have ye Poverty’s pinching to cope with? 
Does suffering weigh down your might? 
Only call up a spirit to hope with, 
And dawn may come out of the night. 
Oh! much may be done by defying 
The ghosts of Despsir and Dismay, 
And much may be gained by relying 
On “ Where there’s a will there’s a way.” 
Should ye see afar off that worth winning, 
Set out on the journey with trust; 
And ne’er heed if your path at beginning 
Should be among brambles and dust; 
Though it is but by footsteps ye do it, 
And hardships may hinder and stay, 
Keep a heart, and be sure you’ll get though it. 
For “ Where there’s a will there’s a way.” 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
THE JEALOUS HUSBAND; 
OR, 
“WHAT’S IN A NAME.” 
BY KATE CAMERON. 
Fred Curtis was a general favorite. His 
bachelor friends called him “ a glorious fellow”— 
his lady acquaintances “ a love of a man”—and 
anxious papas and mamas, with marriageable 
daughters, “ a very desirable match.” And so, no 
doubt, thought Fred himself, as he complacently 
stroked his raven moustache, which was at once 
the envy and admiration of all his boon com¬ 
panions. 
Still month after month glided by, and Fred es¬ 
caped all the matrimonial snares which were set in 
his path. His business habits were excellent—he 
constantly rose in the good opinions of his em¬ 
ployers, and it was whispered he would ere long 
be received into their mercantile firm. Yet he 
found time to grace with his presence every soiree 
held in the goodly town of B-, but to the sur¬ 
prise of many, himself, perhaps, included, he had 
Eot met one with whom he cared to exchange 
hearts. But “his hour came” at last; the hour that 
brought to B-a fair and blooming maiden of 
nineteen summers, with laughing black eyes, and 
dark brown tresses—the very personification of 
Hebe in every look. 
And Fred, in due time was introduced to Miss 
Fannie Cari.ton, and at once installed as her at¬ 
tendant at every fete which was gotten up to do 
her honor. They walked together, rode together, 
sang and talked together, played back-gammon 
and chess together, and in three months time had 
decided that each had found the missing half of 
his and her soul; for, of course, like all young 
people they believed in this doctrine of Plato, 
though their love might not be termed Platonic. 
Fannie was an orphan, and her guardians con¬ 
sent being gained as soon as asked, nothing re¬ 
mained to delay their union but the preparation of 
the trousseau, and to this end Fannie’s nimble fin¬ 
gers flew, day after day, until Fred’s eyes were 
opened in amazement at the yards of embroidery 
aud stitching, the heavy folds of silk and the 
giaceful muslin draperies which Fannie displayed 
to his delighted vision. “Oh! won’t she be a 
jewel of a wife ?” exclaimed he to himself— 
“ there’ll be no buttonless shirts, nor stringless col¬ 
lars, nor unmended hose for me!” and so often did 
he indulge in this complacent reflection, that on 
the wedding morning he was the happiest of men. 
And never was there more lovable a bride than 
Fannie— so Fred thought when they knelt at the 
altar, while she was half hidden in lace, orange 
flowers and blushes—so he thought an hour after¬ 
wards when she appeared clad in her simple trav¬ 
eling dress—all in perfect taste from her dainty 
kid glove to her dainty brown gaiter—so he still 
thought a week later when they returned from 
their bridal tour and took possession of their new 
home. 
Of course it was a cottage, and of course it was 
embowered in roses and jasmines, and of course it 
had a neat and tasteful parlor, with snowy curtains 
for the windows, and handsome pictures for the 
walls. And of course, there was a rose wood cased 
piano, intended as a delightful gift for Fannie, 
from her devoted husband, which she gracefully 
acknowledged, by seating herself thereat and 
singiDg, in the most approved manner, “ Am I not 
fondly thine own?”— a question which Fred an¬ 
swered as any enamored swain would have done. 
But there were other things about the cottage, 
which were not “ of course,” viz., that the same 
neatness and order pervaded the whole house, and 
made perfect the arrangements of kitchen and 
pantry, and what was still more wonderful, Fannie 
chose to preside there without assistance, save on 
Mondays, when black Chi.oe was to lend a helping 
hand. But Fannie knew how to work, and loved 
it too; and thought ’twould be so delightful to 
cook nice things for Fred to eat, and hear him 
praise her light and snowy bread, her delicious 
cake, and flakey pie-crust. Nor was she disap¬ 
pointed, either in the estimation of her own pow¬ 
ers, or Fred’s appreciation thereof. And so three 
months passed, and the honeymoon still shone un¬ 
dimmed by the first cloud upon the inmates of 
Jasmine Cottage. 
At last came the “ trial hour.” Fred’s gentle¬ 
man friends had for some time been grumbling 
because he no longer had leisure to join them in 
their club and little excursions. “It was a shame 
so capital a fellow should ‘settle down so.’” Bat 
in vain they urged and entreated. Fannie’s 
charms were more irresistible than their society, 
and Fred Curtis pursued “the even tenor of his 
way” until his usual August vacation came round. 
For several years his employers had given him a 
fortnight in August for recreation, and this season 
he had thought to take his wife on a pleasant trip 
to Niagara and the Thousand Isles. He had not 
yet mentioned this plan to her, in fact was going 
to do so that very night, when, on his way home, 
he met one of his former intimates, Harry Jones. 
“ ’Pon my word,” said he, “ if that isn’t the shadow 
of Fred Curtis. Why! man alive! how pale you 
look—do you intend to kill yourself in old Willis’ 
counting-room! “ Never felt better in my life,” 
replied Fred, “and as for business, I’ve a furlough 
of two weeks, and shall get nicely recruited.”— 
“Well,” rejoined his friend, “you are ‘Benedict 
the married man,’ now, so I suppose there’ll be no 
use in asking you to join our fishing party which 
leaves for the Bay day after to morrow. We shall 
have a glorious time!” The temptation was strong 
—Fred loved fishing, and his eye brightened at 
the remembrance of similar seasons which he had 
enjoyed. His friend saw his advantage, and added, 
“ now for once, Fred Curtis, do leave that pretty 
doll wife of of yours and go with us, we need you 
and have never found one to fill your place since 
you deserted us. Won't you go?” “Agreed,” re¬ 
plied Fred, “ for one week and no longer.” And 
after settling a few preliminaries they parted.— 
Fred found Fannie as usual waiting for him on 
the front piazza. She was plying her needle, but 
the work was thrown aside as he entered the gate, 
and she ran down the steps to receive the accus¬ 
tomed kiss. 
Tea was waiting in the cool dining-room and 
during the whole meal Fred felt some misgivings 
as he thought how lonely Fannie would be while 
he was away. At length he found courage to tell 
her his new project* which was at first received 
with a pretty pout of her cherry lips followed by 
a few pearly tear drops, as she thought of his be¬ 
ing away a whole week! So Fred repented and 
declared he would not leave her, whereoD, Fannie, 
woman-like, insisted that he should go at any rate, 
and she wouldn’t cry, nor be one bit lonesome, and 
so it was decided that on the next day but one, 
Fred should go. 
The morning dawned cool and bright. The in¬ 
mates of the cottage were astir at an early hour_ 
due justice was done to the toast and coffee— 
Fred’s valise was packed, his fishing tackle looked 
over and found to be in perfect order—and then 
came the parting scene on which, kind reader, you 
and I have no right to intrude. But we see Fan¬ 
nie throwing a last kiss from the piazza towards 
Fred’s receding form, and then enter the parlor. 
What she did there we shall learn anon. 
Fred, on reaching the station, found he was fully 
three-quarters of a hour too early—it was but fif¬ 
teen minutes walk to his house, he would go back 
and gladden Fannie’s heart with another kiss, and 
good-bye; so off he started remarking to his 
friends that he had left something at home—and 
all intent on seeing that “something” he hurried 
on. He opened the gate quickly and entered the 
parlor half expecting to find his disconsolate part¬ 
ner in a flood of tears. 
The room was vacant, but the tiny rosewood desk, 
his birth-day gift to Fannie the week before, stood 
open by the window—a sheet of note paper, partly 
covered with her delicate chirography was lying 
on it. Had she already commenced a letter to 
him? He could not resist the temptation to glance 
at its contents; we will look over his shoulder. 
“ Dear Frank:—Fred has just left me to be gone 
a whole week, and now’s the very time for you to 
make that long promised visit I shall expect you 
to-morrow and you must not disappoint me. We’ll 
have such a splendid time; for I love you just as 
well as I used to, and presume your affection for 
me is unchanged. I can’t see why a woman should 
give up all her old friends because she is married 
—can you? -,» 
It was well, perhaps, that there was no more to 
read, for Fred was well nigh frenzied. His first 
impulse was to tear the sheet in a thousand pieces 
and demand instant explanation of his faithless 
wife. But there came a bitter thought, revenge, and 
that, mingled with rage and disappointed affection, 
wrote strange characters on his usually frank and 
smiling face. His resolve was soon taken, and 
stealing out as silently as he had come in he re¬ 
turned to the station and walked the platform with 
impatient step, until Jhe train arrived. He wanted 
to be in motion, he could not bear to keep still 
and hear that serpent, jealousy, hissing in his 
heart At last they were under way, and in a few 
hours reached their destination. While in the 
cars, Fred’s eyes were intently fixed on the morn¬ 
ing paper which he held upside down! When 
they reached their Hotel he tried to rally and ap¬ 
pear like his former self, but it was a vain attempt, 
and his friends saw with regret, that instead of 
enhancing their enjoyment he would only dimin¬ 
ish it; still they all loved him and exerted them¬ 
selves to divert his mind from what seemed an 
absorbing and painful subject, but to little purpose. 
He was silent and morose, and at an early hour re¬ 
tired to his solitary apartment No sleep visited 
his eye lids that night; he paced the floor with un¬ 
steady step—he looked from his window upon the 
dark water, half tempted to plunge into its depths, 
and forget all his sorrows. But his good angel 
restrained him, and he determined to await the 
final denouement which he knew the morrow would 
bring, and then, if Fannie— his Fannie was false 
—and had he not seen her own hand-writing in 
proof thereof ?—he would leave her and her “ dear¬ 
est Frank” to their guilty love, and go far, far 
away, and amid other scenes forget this first great 
sorrow. Ah! oblivion is not thus easily obtained 
—many an aching heart has suffered more in the 
vain struggle to forget, than in the calm endurance 
of grief and wrong, however deep and bitter.— 
Morning came again, bright and lovely, and found 
Fred with haggard countenance and blood shot 
eyes. His companions started when he entered 
the sitting-room, but wisely forbore any mention of 
his forlorne appearance. They were resolved to 
try their luck with “the finny tribes,” that day, but 
Fred, under plea of the headache, which was not 
assumed either, excused himself from accompany¬ 
ing them; and after waiting for two more weary 
hours to creep by, wrote a hasty note to one of his 
comrades informing him that urgent business, re¬ 
quired his immediate presence in town, then took 
the noon train for B-where he arrived while 
the twilight shades were falling gently on the 
earth. More like a maniac than a sane man, he 
rushed to his cottage—that Eden, which as he be¬ 
lieved, the serpent had entered and beguiled the 
heart of his Eve ! The gate moved noiselessly on 
its hinges—the gravel scarcely grated beneath his 
tread, and Fred stood on the piazza steps. He 
heard voices—that was Fannie’s laugh, so merry 
and bird like—he moved on to the door-way. Yes! 
there they were on the little tete-a-tete where he 
had so often sat with her ! Fannie’s arm was now 
thrown lovingly around the neck—not of a mus¬ 
tachioed rival, but of a fair young girl of her own 
age! 
We cannot describe Fred’s emotions, we cannot 
paint his expression of mingled anger and relief, 
nor will we chtonicle Fannie’s Bcream as she 
caught sight of him pale and trembling; butwhen 
he told her he had been ill, but was better now, 
and had come home to see her, she greeted him as 
cordially as any Jealous Husband could have de¬ 
sired; and then introduced her old friend and 
school-mate, Frances Mason, her “ dearest 
Frank!” The two weeks of Fred’s vacation flew 
by on rainbow wings. Miss Mason spent a month 
at the cottage, and when she left it was with the 
agreement that it should be ever considered as one 
of her homes. 
The fishing-party returned in fine spirits, but 
with the firm resolve, which was never broken, that 
come what would, Fred Curtis should not again 
be invited to join them in any excursion. 
Still the secret might have remained forever 
locked in Fred’s own bosom had it not been for 
an important consultations held about a year after 
the events we have narrrated, transpired, in which 
Mr. and Mrs. Curtis, and Miss Mason were discus¬ 
sing the name to be bestowed upon the fairy-like 
occupant of the tiny crib, around which they were 
seated. Should it be Frances, or Fannie? Fred 
decided in favor of the latter, and to justify his 
choice, deemed it advisable to offer as his objection 
to the name of Frances, the fear that its bearer 
might sometime be called Frank, and thus render 
wretched some poor, weak-minded man. And 
then of course he had to explain, and to receive a 
reproachful kiss from Fannie, and a saucy scold¬ 
ing from Frank ! Had it not been for this last oc¬ 
currence, you and I, dear reader, might never have 
heard the story of The Jealous Husband. 
Rochester, N. Y., August, 1858. 
'Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
TIME’S CHANGES; 
OR, 
THE YOUNC AND THE OLD MAN. 
BY MISS H. E. CLARK. 
“Well, Lily, mother and I have talked over 
this matter together, and now we would like to 
know what you have to say about it. Do you 
really like William Dingle well enough to marry 
him?” 
“ I think he is a very fine young man, father, 
don’t you?” 
“Yes, yes — he is a smart, ambitious, moral 
young man, I think; but this is a question to de¬ 
cide for life, you know, and we must take every 
thing into consideration.” 
“ I do know it, father, and want your and mother’s 
advice and approval” 
“Well, let us see what we can predict of his 
future. In the first place, his purse isn’t very full, 
is it Lily ?—and my Lily can’t live on sunshine and 
air, oh! no—I would plant her where she can have 
generous fare and care.” 
“ And is not William generous?” 
“Yes, child, generous and noble-hearted. But 
what is he going to do all his days. Be a teacher? 
Good business, I was once a teacher myself, but 
it will take him years to pay the debts incurred in 
getting such an education as his, and take good 
care of you, too, Lily.” 
“ He need not take care of me, too. Won’t you 
keep your Lily awhile longer ? She flourishes here 
in her native soil. He can soon earn enough alone 
to pay his debts, and then ”- 
“And then, what?” 
“ You know, father.” 
“/know, indeed; how should I know?” 
“Well, you must guess, then.” 
“ You seem to think he is sure to be prospered.” 
“ Has he has not always been, father? Is he not 
what is called a successful young man?” 
“I think he is, Lily.” 
“And talented?” 
“ His college honors seem to confirm that.” 
“And good?” 
“What proof of that,— he is not going to be a 
minister nor missionary.” 
“Well, he’s good for all that,—you know he is, 
father. Did you ever hear a word against him?” 
“ Let me think. Why, yes. Mrs. Good was tell¬ 
ing me, only the other day, about an affair that 
showed him to be rather exclusive, rather cruel —” 
“He cruel?” 
“Well, hear my story. Do you remember when 
‘ Tippecanoe and Tyler too,’ were elected?” 
“Oh, I know what you are going to tell!” 
“What is it, pray?” 
“Oh, how William Dingle wouldn’t let Ben Good 
parade with his soldiers, because he was a ‘ loco.’ 
Very cruel that was, indeed! I wonder how Ben 
Good could wish to march behind a flag bearing 
for its motto ‘ Harrison and Beform.’ But it was 
just like him, always hanging around where he 
wasn’t want-” 
“Hush, hush, darling.” 
“ Well it was just so, father. Nobody ever liked 
him. And do you think, father, he told William 
the other day, he wished he’d gone to college, and 
he might be where he— William— was now. Just 
as if he could, if he tried all his days, the lazy 
fellow!” 
“ Heigh ho! getting animated, arn’t you, Lily. 
Head doesn’t droop now. By the way, that band 
of troopers was a pretty sight, with their nonde¬ 
script uniform all red-chalked over with log-cabins, 
cider barrels, and triumphant roosters, wasn’t it, 
Lily. You didn’t think then that Captain Dingle 
was a very great man, eh?” 
“ I thought he was the smartest boy in town.” 
“Didn’t think he'd ever ask to be your captain?” 
“ He always liked me pretty well, he says.” 
“And did you know it?” 
“ May be so.” 
“Ah, well! I didn't think that young chap 
would ever come to ask for my daughter. I like 
him though—always was a plucky fellow. Have 
to give you to him, I suppose; else you’ll be 
eloping with him.” 
“No, indeed, father, I never would do that, never. 
My parents must consent before I would marry the 
best man on earth.” 
“That means William Dingle, I suppose. By 
the way, his eyes trouble him so that I’m afraid 
he’ll have to give up his literary pursuits, if he 
isn’t more careful of them, Lily. Then what will 
he do, my darling?” 
“ Why, then you can set him up in business; take 
him in as partner.” 
“ So, ho! what does he know about money mat¬ 
ters; a fine partner he’d make!” 
“ Well, clerk then, with a good salary.” 
“Well, I guess you’ll be prov|$led for some way. 
If he can’t take care of you, I caD, if I’m prospered 
as I have been for a few years past. There now, 
run and tell mother I’ve promised to turn you into 
a Dingle for life—with her consent 
Twenty-five years roll by, and let us visit the 
little village where William Dingle commenced 
“keeping store,” soon after the above recorded 
conversation, for his eyes would not bear the in¬ 
cessant demands he made upon them, and he was 
obliged to abandon his favorite studies for life. 
Only one familiar thing meets our eyes—the 
noble old mountain. The river has been hedged 
in its course—the broad brook, with its dancing, 
sparkling waters, and its pebbly bed, has lost its 
identity in a wide-spreading pond and straightened 
channel Factories crowd its sides. Neat brick 
and wood houses are clustered together under over¬ 
shadowing trees, where once the wild flowers and 
berries grew, and cattle grazed in quiet pastures. 
The cars, too, have found their noisy way hither. 
Let us walk up this street. The old brown 
houses are all painted now, and stand side by side 
with neat new buildings. Wide, well-trodden foot¬ 
paths border the once narrow lane, and flourishing 
elms and maples shade them. Two beautiful 
Churches now accommodate the descendants of 
those who worshiped in the old Square Church 
that stood upon “the common.” Two noble 
Seminaries stand between them, guarded on either 
hand, as their pious founder would have them, by 
the temples of God. 
Let us visit William’s early home. The tall old 
Balms of Gilead are gone, but other trees have 
filled their places, and through their branches we 
catch glimpses — not of the neat, little, one-story, 
white house that once stood there, but of a beauti¬ 
ful mansion and grounds — of exquisite statues 
and fountains, rare flowers and birds. William’s 
hands, under God, have wrought all these changes. 
But he is not here to day. There is a gathering 
of the learned and good at a literary festival. It is 
a day of joy among the friends of W. College. 
New and beautiful, and commodious buildings 
have been erected, and given to the Trustees this 
day, “in the name and for the promotion of 
learning and virtue,” by William Dingle, now 
“Honorable.” God has given him wealth—he has 
consecrated it to his loved Master’s service, and, 
the attraction of all eyes, he sits upon the platform 
beside the orator of the day, a grey-haired, portly, 
high-browed, mild-eyed man—a happy, grateful, 
meek man. 
Time has dealt gently with Lily White, and 
you could scarcely fail to recognize her cheerful, 
loving self there beside the President’s wife. Oh! 
how happy, how proud is she of her “poor 
student ” now. Grateful tears fill her eyes, as she 
thinks of the way in which God has led them. 
May God still bless them, and make their last their 
best days ! 
EasthamptOD, Mass., 1858. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
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I am composed of 19 letters. 
My 8,10, 11, 16, 5, 14 is one of the seasons. 
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My 15, 4,11, 17 often does much damage. 
My 5, 12, 13, 17 is a number. 
My 9,18, 6, 17 is a kind of fruit. 
My 14,12, 3, 2 is the name of a plant. 
My 1, 19, 3, 17, 11 neglects his business. 
My 14, 6, 2,19 has caused much excitement. 
My 6, 13, 16, 6, 5 is a garden vegetable. 
My whole is one of the United States and its 
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Hartford, Wis., 1858. E. W. D. 
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occupied, giving the hours, and the expense incurred for lalxjr or re¬ 
pairs, stating each item and such other circumstances as may be 
proper, together with the number of the machine and the year pur¬ 
chased, to T. C. Peters, of Darien, Gen. Go., N Y, before the 1st of 
8epteml)er next, who shall have the privilege of making or having 
a personal examination made, or may require additional proof before 
makiug his award 
I will furnish blanks for affidavits to any person, and reserve the 
privilege of publishing any of the statements and the awards in my 
next circular Two premiums shall not he awarded to the same person. 
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 
as usually conducted, for the reason that so small a quantity of either 
grass or grain is cut. that it is difficult for Committees to Judge with 
scrupulous accuracy of the features and capacity of the different ma¬ 
chines. R- L- HOWARD, 
Manufacturer of Ketchum’s Combined Harvesters. 
Buffalo. May 21. 1858. 439 
BLAbh U A W K, Jr., I a l •, 
M AY BE FOUND at the Stable of the Subscriber, two miles 
east of Lockport, the coming season for the Improvement of 
horses 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 I Leonidas; g dam by 
Beilfoundei Black Hawk, Jr. 1st is let black, 15 hands high, 
weight 1,(XH> tbs- closely resembling his sire In style and action He 
possesses an excellent tempei, is a pleasant driver and goes in good 
style He received the first premium at the Niagara Co Fair In 1853 
when six years old-time, 2m. 55s. Also the 6rsf premium at the N 
Y. StAte Fair in 1857, beating Billy McCracken of Oshkosh, Wis.— 
His stock are good size, weighing from 1,000 to 1200 tbs Tn speed 
style and docility they excel 
I have a number of young norees, stallions, mares and geldings of 
his sire, for sale on reasonable terms Persons in pursuit of choice 
stock are invited to call and examine them, or address me by letter. 
42fiwctf N. FARNT T M, Tsocknort, Niagara Co.. N Y. 
LYON J 8 
COPPER LIGHTNING CONDUCTOR. 
PitiiitiB Jolt 1 1, 1852. 
r|THJ! SUBSCRIBERS, successors to Brittain A Edmunds, &i* 
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, and a it 
K id to furnish them witb the appropriate apparatus, to all partial 
the right to territory, in any quantity, and on short notice 
The rods are put up in c-ases convenient for transportation, with the 
full complement of fixtiwes 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 the case : with the exclusive right 
to dispose of them to be used in certain described territory, on very 
advantageous terms 
Applications for Agency, orders for stock or models, ana all commu¬ 
nications relating to this business will receive immediate attention, if 
addressed to BRITTAIN A MARSH, 
404tf Lockport, Niagara Go, H. Y 
9CW* Circulars sent on application 
FO-B, SALiE. 
A FARM OF ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY ACRES 
delightfully situated 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 timbei 
This farm is twelve miles from Geneva and four from Penn Yan with 
daily communication witb both places For convenience of locatifu 
beauty of situation aud every advantage to be desired in a count!) 
residence, it cannot be surpassed The subscriber being abont to 
change his residence, will sell seventy, one hundred, or one hundred 
and seventy acres, being the entire farm, to suit the pnrehaser For 
further particulars, inquire of D D T. Moork, Esq., of the Kura) 
New-Yorker ; K H Hurd, Esq., Geneva, or of the subscriber on the 
premises f4191 JOHN C NICHOLAS 
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