MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER 
SEPT. 4 
Written for Moore’s Karel Now-Yorker. 
OUR GUEST. 
BY IDA FAIRFIELD. 
We had read of him oft—had heard his name 
From lips all blanched with fear, 
We knew it was linked with the pall and the grave, 
And the bitterly falling tear. 
We knew that he, in onr neighbor’s halls, 
Had sat an unbidden gnest, 
And drank life’s wine with a ruthless hand, 
The self-made “ lord of the feast” 
But many a long, bright year had flown, 
Over time’s silvery sea, 
And a happy band of twelve had grown 
In the shade of our own home tree. 
No cloud o’erdarkened the sunlight there, 
And our hearts forgot to sigh, 
For the I’ale Guest in his annual rounds, 
Still passed our bright home by. 
But one summer’s day, his step we heard. 
And we felt it was drawing near, 
A step as light as a fairy queen’s, 
Yet it thrilled our hearts with fear. 
For days his shadow, dark as the night 
Across our threshold lay, 
And we vainly strove, with borrowed light. 
To frighten its gloom away. 
He entered then—and chose for his bride, 
The loveliest of our band, 
And lo! in her heart life’s crimson tide 
Grew still as he clasped her hand. 
Twas vain that we prayed—in vain we wept, 
For her ear had caught the tone 
Of the golden harps by the angels swept, 
In the light of the “ great white Throne.” 
So she smiled on him, serene and fair, 
And seemed not loth to go, 
For he had sworn he would lead her where 
Life’s beautiful rivers flow. 
And our Guest turned grimly to depart, 
Unmoved as he entered there, 
Unheeding the wail of the bleeding heart, 
Or love’s wild, pleading prayer. 
And the sunlight falls not as of old, 
And the gloom no more departs, 
For never the same will our band be told— 
Death shadow is on our hearts. 
Independence, N. Y., 1858. 
Written for Moore’s Knral New-Yorker. 
A SKETCH OF THE REVIVAL. 
BY JENNY A STONE. 
Loud and clear rang the village bell. U p through 
the evening air floated peal after peal, and the 
snow-clad hills sent back a shrill echo to the vale 
beneath. The little church was filled to overflow¬ 
ing. Faces were there on which all the heart’s 
anxiety might easily bo read, and others just as 
careless of the great Future before them. And 
many were the bright eyes dimmed with tears, and 
hands convulsively clasped together, as the elo¬ 
quent lips of the speaker poured forth consolation 
for the bleeding heart, and woke the deep voice of 
repentance in the bosom of pride. 
“ Now is the accepted time, now is the day of sal¬ 
vation.” 
The words floated down the aisles and out upon 
the clear, frosty air, while many a proud young 
head bent lower and lower, and tears dropped fast 
from dim and aged eyes. 
Then there was a long 6ilence, followed by the 
sound of many passing forward to the little altar. 
Side by side they knelt Men and women with the 
snows of many winters on their heads, and knees 
that until now had never bent in prayer. Fair 
maidens, manly youths, and tender children,_all 
seeking for the self-same blessings,—all bowing be¬ 
fore the one great Father. 
Near the right of the pulpit two brothers were 
standing. The broad, intellectual brow of the one, 
and firm, expressive features of the other, gave 
ample evidence that should they choose to heed 
the call, they would make no common laborers in 
the vineyard. But the Spirit had spoken once, yea, 
twice, and still they resisted the pleading. And 
now they were gazing curiously to mark what 
friends should be among the worshipers who pass¬ 
ed them. Footsteps light with the tread of hope, 
and others heavy with their weight of despair, all 
sounded along the aisles. 
A young girl rose from a seat near the brothers 
and with an irresolute step came slowly forward._ 
Half pausing as she reached them, they caught a 
glimpse of dark, earnest eyes, whose long lashes 
were beaded with tears, turned imploringly toward 
them, and then the maiden passed onward and 
knelt for the blessing. 
“ Annette Lacy ! ” whispered the younger 
brother, turning to the pale face beside him. 
“ I see,” was the only answer, as they threaded their 
way out into the open air, just as the man of God 
commenced his earnest appeal for the precious 
souls who had come to the foot of the cross. 
Henry Elton, the elder, stepped quickly, lifting 
his hand now and then with a mysterious, impa¬ 
tient movement to his brow, as if to brush away 
some unpleasant conviction that had settled there. 
But it was very evident that he did not succeed— 
for, as his brother spoke his name for the third 
time, he turned toward him a face full of perplex¬ 
ed meaning, and answered, “Well, what is it, 
Arthur?” 
“I was going to say,” replied the other, “that 
Annette would not be apt to go to the ball with 
you to-morrow?” 
“Why not speak out your full thoughts,” ques¬ 
tioned Henry, bitterly, “ and say that I had better 
spare myself the pain of a rejection, by absenting 
myself from Mr. Lacy’s mansion altogether?” 
Arthur made no reply to this, but a moment 
after said, “ You intend to see Annette bood, don’t 
you, Henry?” 
“ Yes, to-morrow,” was the brief reply, and with 
a “ good-night,” the brothers separated. 
******** 
The fnorrow evening had come, with a bright, 
wintry moon that made the snow-crest sparkle with 
a million diamonds, and a pure, frosty air that gave 
a clear, musical tinkle to the sleigh-bells, as one by 
one the crowded vehicles passed the house of An¬ 
nette Lacy on their way to the hall of mirth.— 
Thrice had Mrs. Lacy tapped at her daughter’s 
door, and now she entered. 
“Annette,” saia sne, “Henry is in the parlor, 
and wishes to see you. What shall I say to him?” 
“One minute, mother. Tell him to wait one 
minute, and I will come.” 
Mrs. Lacy turned away, and again the young girl 
knelt at the bedside. 
"Give me strength,” she prayed, “strength and 
wisdom, 0, my God.” 
The earthly love was wrestling strongly with the 
voice of duty within her heart “ 0,1 cannot give 
him up,” was the thought that burst Bobbingly from 
her lips. 
A clear burst of song came floating up from a 
neighboring cottage, and its burden was the fa¬ 
miliar hymn, 
“Jesus, I my cross hare takoD, 
All to love, and follow Thee.” 
The tears sprang to Annette’s eyes, snd with 
them the struggle was past With a sad, sweet 
smile hovering around her lips, she descended to 
the little parlor, and advanced to meet her lover. 
“Annette,” he said quickly, “I do not come to 
claim your promise for to-night. I know that is 
impossible after what has passed, but I must also 
know whether this is to make any difference be¬ 
tween us,— any difference in your love for me.” 
The girl’s voice was very low and tremulous as 
she replied, “No, Henry, my love is not changed, 
it never can be, but oh! our relations to each 
other must be changed, unless,” she added, plead¬ 
ingly, “ unless you will turn and go with me. 0, 
Henry, I cannot serve two masters. Will you not 
try, first for my sake, if it must be, and then for the 
love of Jesus, to walk in this path?” 
"I cannot feign an interest in religion that I do 
not feel,” Henry Elton answered moodily. “Is 
this all I am to hope, Annette, for all the love I 
have wasted? Think of it, don’t answer me now, 
I will come again.” 
The door closed and he was gone, walking with 
quick, nervous steps out into the open country.— 
Away from the lighted church, away from the 
streets and cottages, away from the haunts of men, 
out into the clear, frosty night he had gone to find 
the solution of a great mystery; for Henry Elton 
had an interest in religion that he was unwilling to 
own. Deep in his soul he felt that Annette had 
chosen the true path. 
But little did the young girl dream, as she turn¬ 
ed her footBteps towards the church door that 
evening, as the bell raDg out its accustomed call, 
that her proud lover was kneeling in the forest on 
the crusted snow, praying for pardon and peace. 
Her face was sad, very sad; for the earthly hope 
she strove to crush had been her first dream of hap¬ 
piness, and the path she was treading was yet new 
to her feet—the consolation not yet full. But so 
many sweet promises and blessed hopes were given 
her that night, that she trod the aisles with a heart 
full of rest and peace, and whispered, “all for 
Jesus,” as she knelt again at the altar. 
And although her eyes were turned away, yet 
others saw that just as she knelt, the heavy door 
swung open, letting in a flood of moonlight from 
without, and with a firm, light tread, Henry Elton 
advanced and knelt beside the maiden. The 
prayers were offered, the blessing pronounced, and 
the lovers rose face to face, while close beside 
them Arthur Elton still knelt, his lips moving in 
voiceless supplication. 
******** 
“0, how I pity Annette,” said a gay girl, as the 
revelers passed the cottage late that night. “ She 
was such a happy creature, but of course, young 
Elton will never marry her now.” 
And Annette Lacy started from her pillow, as 
the chiming bells broke in upon her peaceful 
dreams. 
“ Thank God I am not there,” she whispered, with 
a sigh of relief, as her head sank back again.— 
“And thank God that Henry and Arthur are go¬ 
ing to seek Christ, too. Dear Father, do not give 
me all my blessings in this world.” 
Hadley, Mich., 1858. 
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Far Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
A SKETCH BY TH E WAY-SIDE. 
BY WINNIE WILLIAN. 
We live in such a charming little valley called 
Daisy Dell, my mother, Aunt Debby and I, in the 
whitest of all possible white cottages, with green 
blinds, and such a profusion of flowers in the gar¬ 
den. I will not speak of my mother. It is not ne¬ 
cessary, as every one who has ever had a mother, 
knows how good and kind she can be. How her 
bright smile, loving heart, and skillful hands, make 
home such a happy place. But Aunt Debby— Bhe 
can better be imagined than described, as the 
novels say. She is a maiden lady, somewhere be¬ 
tween forty and fifty, very romantic, fond of poetry 
and flowers, and much addicted to the habit of 
talking to the moon. I remember one night I 
slept with Aunt Debby, and after she had laid aside 
her false ringlets, and taken out her teeth, prepara¬ 
tory to the coming on of “ Nature’s sweet restorer,” 
she blew out the light, and raising tbe curtain, 
commenced an apostrophe to the Queen of Night 
Oh, dear! how I laughed! It sounded so funny to 
hear Aunt Debby talk without her teeth! 
Since I have studied Astronomy, I have discov¬ 
ered the reason of Aunt Debby’s midnight ad¬ 
dresses to tbe silvery planet, I believe it was Her- 
schel, who made known the fact, that there is a 
“man in tbe moon!” No donbt Aunt Debby 
studied Astronomy when she was a girl 
Nothing very unusual happened to disturb the 
even tenor of my way during my childhood. Every 
night my mother would come to my little room 
and hear me repeat: 
“ Now I lay me down to Bleep,” 
and every day Aunt Debby would drill me in my 
A B C’s. I always pity little children, who are per¬ 
secuted by alphabet-teaching Aunt Debby’s. 
Dear me! no one knows how much I suffered 
when a child, over those same A B C’s. I 
asked Aunt Debby one day, who invented the 
alphabet. She said it must have been Adam, for 
he was the “ first maD,” and his name began with 
A, ergo, the “first man” invented the alphabet, and 
it began with A. I never pitied Adam after that, 
for being excommunicated from tbe Garden of 
Eden. Ever since, I have imagined him, seated 
among thistles and thorns, teaching Cain and 
Abel their A B C’s. 
Aunt Debby is exceedingly fond of poetry. I 
remember two lines that seem to be perpetually at 
her tongue's end, viz: 
“ Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, 
And waste its sweetness on the desert air f” 
“So appropriate, so expressive!” Aunt Debby 
says. I asked her once, if she wrote it. 
“ No, dear,” she replied. “ I did not write it, but 
Shakspeare did. By and by, you will appreciate 
it better.” 
I was ten years old at last. I thought the day 
never would come. Ten years old—and I had been 
talking and dreaming of the time for months. I 
have lived several years since then, but I think I 
should always like to be, only “ten years old.” 
The day came, as bright and beautiful as ever 
the sun shone upon. A previous shower had given 
a brighter shade to Nature’s carpeting, and every 
leaf, every flower, fairly glittered with the spark¬ 
ling rain-dropp, while tbe birds sang so merrily— 
all because it was my birthday; so Aunt Debby 
said. All the little girls in the neighborhood had 
been invited to spend the afternoon with me, and 
we were to have tea out in the garden, under the 
arbor, and I was to be arrayed in my new white 
frock, which my mother had made on purpose for 
the occasion. We were talking over our arrange¬ 
ments, when we heard the tinkling of a guitar, ac¬ 
companied by a tambourine, and a sweet childish 
voice, singing under the window: 
“ You are going far away, far away, 
From poor Jeannette, 
And there’s no one left to love me now, 
And you, too, may forget.” 
The musiciaDs were a boy abont twelve years 
old, and a little girl apparently of my own age. I 
thought I never had seen any one half so beautiful 
as she was. Her soft dark eyes were full of tears 
as she Bang,— I cried too; I couldn’t help it, and 
the boy’s lip quivered as he lightly touched his 
guitar. 
“How sweet!” exclaimed Aunt Debby, as tbe 
child concluded her simple song. “I wonder if 
‘Jeannot’ really perished while rushing after 
glory, or married some one else, and poor ‘Jean¬ 
nette’ was left to ‘ waste her sweetness on the 
desert air!’ ” 
My mother only laughed and called the children 
in. The boy said bis name was Francisco, and 
little Flohelle was his sister. Their home was in 
Italy. Ob, such a pretty home! He had never 
seen anything like it in America, They had so 
many beautiful flowers and birds. It was such a 
happy home too. Every night they would have 
such times singing together. Their mother had 
such a sweet voice, and their father was a good 
bass singer, and he and tbe little Florei.le would 
join them. They were very, very happy. But 
their mother grew so pale and thin, and one day 
she died. Bo they left their home then, and came 
upon the great waters—their father, little Florelle, 
and himself. They had not been in the ship many 
days when their father was taken sick and died, 
and they buried him in the blue waves. So the 
little orphans came to this country alone. 
“We earn a few pennies by singing,” said the 
little Florelle, “just enough to buy our food, al¬ 
though we have not had anything to eat to-day.” 
My mother, bles3 her! made ready our table for 
the little ones, and then stood by, watching them 
eat, while her eyes shone with pleasure. As the 
children rose to go, Aunt Debby slipped a piece 
of moBey in the girl’s hand, and hade her come 
often. 
In the course of time the young Italians and I 
became great friends. We used to sit together on 
the hanks of the little stream which winds its way 
through Daisy Dell, and the brother and sister 
would sing me songs of their native land, always 
ending with “Jeannette and Jeannot,” my 
favorite. 
As the summer wore od, the little Florelle be¬ 
gan to fade. My mother and Aunt Debby took 
her home, and nursed her with the greatest tender¬ 
ness, but in the autumn, the leaves were falling on 
her grave. 
Poor Francisco, he was sick a long time after. 
When at last be fully recovered, he worked day 
and night, and in the spring following, a neat white 
marble tablet stood at the head of the little mound, 
bearing this inscription: 
“Florelle — Singing in Heaven." 
Seven or eight years have passed since then, and 
Francisco is in college now, hut he spends his va¬ 
cations at Daisy Dell. 
Time has begun to write some wrinkles on my 
mother’s brow, and silver her glassy brown hair. 
But her heart is not changed a hit—no, indeed! 
Aunt Debby is the same Aunt Debby still; teeth, 
ringlets and all. Francisco tells her in his play¬ 
ful way, that she must he blessed with more 
“sweetness” than falls to the lot of common mor¬ 
tals, for Bhe has not expended it all yet 
I like Francisco. He is so gentle, so good, and 
sings so delightfully, and then, he has such splen¬ 
did eyes! 
The Evil of a Bad Temper. —A had temper is 
a curse to the possessor, and its influence is most 
deadly wherever it is found. It is allied to martyr¬ 
dom to be obliged to live with one of a complain¬ 
ing temper. To hear one eternal round of com¬ 
plaint and murmuring, to have every pleasant 
thought scared away by this evil spirit, is a sore 
trial. It is like the sting of a scorpion—a per¬ 
petual nettle, destroying your peace, rendering 
life a burden. Its influence is deadly; and the 
purest and sweetest atmosphere is contaminated 
into a deadly miasma wherever this evil genius 
prevails. It has been said truly, that while we 
ought not to let the bad temper of others influence 
us, it would he as unreasonable to spread a blister 
upon the skin, and not expect it to draw, as to 
think of a family not suffering because of the bad 
temper of its inmates. One string out of tune will 
destroy the music of an instrument otherwise per¬ 
fect; so if all the members of a church, neighbor¬ 
hood, and family, do not cultivate a kind and affec¬ 
tionate temper, there will be discord and every evil 
work.— Steele. 
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There is nothing so great that I fear to do for 
my friend, nor nothing so small that I will disdain 
to do for him.— Sir Philip Sidney. 
For Moore’s Knral New-Yorker. 
GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 22 letters. 
My 13, 9, 10, 14, 20 is a town on the Main river in 
Germany. 
My 5, 12, 19, 7, 2 is a cape south of Nova Scotia. 
My 10, 2, 20, 5, 2 is a river in one of the Southern 
States. 
My 1, 2, 15, 20 is a country in South America. 
My 1, 2, 4, 14, 18 is a gulf west of Patagonia. 
My 7, 2,10, 9 is a gulf north of Siberia. 
My 5, 20, 11, 16 is a river in Ireland. 
My 3, 17, 7, 2 is a river in Egypt 
My 6 is the initial of a river in Siberia. 
My 8, 2, 6, 20, 8, 17, 20, 5 is a volcano in Italy. 
My 5, 20, 22, 9, 21 is an island north of Lake 
Huron. 
My whole is one of the United States and its 
capital Jule B. R. 
Caton, N. Y., 1868. 
Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
HISTORICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 41 letters. 
My 27, 6,11, 29,19,1, 3,36 was a Greek philosopher. 
My 20, 37, 34, 16, 37,14 was a Latin poet 
My 10, 30, 8, 26, 40 was one of the seven wise men 
of Greece. 
My 4, 29, 6, 41, 12, 1G, 39, 22, 17, 27 was an emi¬ 
nent Greek painter. 
My 38, 23, 25, 30, 32 was a philosopher of Syracuse. 
My 18, 5, 11, 1, 26, 34 was a valiant Trojan chief. 
My 21, 29, 37, 27, 41, 12, 7, 18, 24, 40, 9,10 was a 
comic poet 
My 2, 35, 28, 34, 15, 31 is an ancient language. 
My 33, 18, 21, 13 19, 29, 37, 27 was a tyrant of Ag- 
rigentum. 
My whole is the name of a college, its locality, 
and its President C. Jacobus. 
Romulus, N. Y., 1858. 
Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore’s Knral New-Yorker. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 16 letters. 
My 2, 5, 9,14 is an animal. 
My 4, 8, 6,15,16 is a profession. 
My 11, 3, 13, 12 is a portion of the body. 
My 1, 7, 11 is an adjective. 
My 14, 3 is a preposition. 
My 10,12, 4 is a number. 
My whole was a great man. 
Trenton, N. J., 1858. Jas. L. Naae. 
Answer in two weeks. 
A. FROST & CO., 
GENESEE VALLEY NURSERIES, 
ROCHESTER, N. Y., 
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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, - 
8150 OO 
100 OO 
100 00 
50 OO 
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For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
ARITHMETICAL PROBLEM. 
Three men, A, B, and C, own a tract of land. 
One-half of A’s share, plus § of B’s, equals | of 
C’s share. One-half of B’s share equals g of C’s. 
One-third of B’s share, minus 1-10 of it, plus 6, is 
equal to 19 acres. Query.—A, B, and C, each one, 
own how many acres? All together own how 
many acres? j. n. b. 
Chili, N. Y., 1868. 
Answer in two weeks. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, Ac., IN NO. 450. 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma:—Illinois— 
Springfield. 
Answer to Geometrical Problem:—49 .45+ feet 
Answer to Mathematical Puzzle: 
7 5 21 19 13 
24 18 12 10 1 
15 6 4 23 17 
3 22 20 11 9 
16 14 8 2 25 
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scriber, at Buff alo, N. Y. 
Farmers competing for the above premiums shaft forward an affida¬ 
vit or affidavits, setting forth the facts, viz: the kind of land, crop and 
amount thereot per acre, the quality of work, length ef stubble, time 
occupied, giving the hours, and the expense incurred for labor 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 1 larien, Gen. Co. N. Y, before the 1st of 
September next, who shall have the privilege of making or having 
a personal examination made, or may require additional proof before 
making his award. 
I will furnish blanks for affidavits to any person, and reserve the 
privilege of publisliing any of tbe statements and tbe awards in my 
next circular. Two premiums shall not be awarded to tho 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 ot cither 
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. K L. HOWARD, 
Manufacturer of Ketchum’s Combined Harvesters. 
Buffalo, May 21, 1868. ___ ^ 
BLAUli I1AWK, Jr., 1st., 
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 Leonidas; g. dam by 
Bellfounder. Black Hawk, Jr. 1st is jet black, 15 hands high, 
weight 1,000 fhs. closely resembling bis sire hi style and action. He 
possesses an excellent temper, 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. 65a Also the first premium at the N. 
Y. State Fair in 1857, beating Billy McCracken of Oshkosh, Wia— 
His stock are good 6ize, weighing from 1,000 to 1,230 it*- 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 choice 
stock are invited to call and examine them, or address me by letter. 
STOCK are m -ueu m N FARNUM, Lockport, Niagara Co.. N. Y. 
A VALUABLE FARM! 
F OR SALE—A Farm near the beautiful village of Victor, in On¬ 
tario Co., containing about 110 acres. It is tbe Seymour farm, 
and is one of the finest in Western, N. Y, for location, health, richness 
of soil, Ac. It is well stocked with choice fruit, and has good build¬ 
ings, and is welt fenced. To any one who wants a desirable farm, 
near good markets, and tbe Railroad, here Is a rare chance. 
Terms easy; and for further particjilars^app^ymunexhat^y to ^ 
LYON’S 
COPPER EIG1ITN1NG CONDUCTOR. 
Fitiitus Jolt 1 1, 1862. 
T EE SUBSCRIBERS, successors to Brittain A Edmunds, iu* 
Proprietors of this Patent for the ten Western counties of New 
York, the States of Michigan, Indiana, Illinois, Wisoonsin, Iowa, Ken¬ 
tucky, Tennessee, and Minnesota Territory. 
They are manufacturers of these celebrated Conductors, and are 
full complement of fixtures inclosed Each case contains twenty-five 
A GIFT WITH EVERY BOOK, 
WORTH FROM 25 CENTS TO $100,00. 
O UR NEW DESCRIPTIVE CATALOGUE of 60 octavo pages, 
embraces a larger collection and better variety of Standard, His¬ 
torical, Biographical, and Miscellaneous Books than that of any other 
book selling establishment in the country; also, contains greuter in¬ 
ducements than ever before offered, mailed free to any address Send 
for a Catalogue. 
D. w. evans, 1 EVANS A CO., Publishem, 
j. h. p eeston. j [-148-131] 677 Broadway, New York City 
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 eomrnn- 
ideations relating to this business will receive Immediate attention, If 
addressed to BRITTAIN A MARSH, 
404tf Lockport, Niagara Co, V. Y. 
sis'” Circulars sent on application. 
FOR SALE. 
A FARM OF ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY ACKE3 
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 ef timber. 
This farm is twelve miles from Geneva and four from Penn Van with 
daily communication with both places. For convenience of location, 
beauty of situation and every advantage to be desired in a country 
residence, it cannot be surpassed The subscriber being about to 
change Mb residence, will Bell seventy, one hundred, or one hundred 
and seventy acres, being the entire farm, to suit the purchaser. For 
further particulars, inquire of D. D. T. Msoke, Esq., of the Rural 
1 “ “SSi*”- 3’ogc“wCHo’ltf’ 
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TDK 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: 
Two Dollars a Year—$1 for six months. To Clubs and Agents 
as follows Three Copies one year, for $5; Six Copies (and one to 
Agent or getter up of Club,) for $10; Ten Copies (and one to Agent,) 
for $15, and any additional number at the same rate, ($1,50 per copy ) 
As we are obliged to pre-pay the American postage on papers sent to 
the British Provinces, our Canadian agents and friends must add 1214 
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 
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