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MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
OCT. 30 
Written for Moore’B Rural New-Yorker. 
SONNET TO MORNING. 
BY ORRIN P. ALLEN. 
Now slowly fades the dusky hues of night, 
And fainter burns the Morning Star on high, 
As orient with joy the eastern sky 
Glows like a maiden’s cheek with crimson light, 
While, like some pageant stealing on the sight, 
Sol’s rosy car with magic mystery 
Dissolves the mists that round his pathway lie ; 
Till naught of shade bedims the morn’s delight. 
Sweet matin songs from glen and grove arise 
To hail with choral notes the march of morn, 
For there's a joy beneath the glowing skies 
That doth each scene with beauty’s light adorn, 
That caught its glow from smileB of Paradise, 
When Day first blushed to hail the rosy dawn. 
Hackensack, N. J., 1858. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker 
HOPE ON. 
Hope on! hope on I though afflictions assail thee, 
Hope oh 1 there’s a haven of heavenly rest; 
Hope on ! though the billows of trouble roll o’er thee, 
There’s a heaven above where the righteous are blest. 
Hope on! hope on 1 thongh thy heart’s filled with 
anguish, 
Hope on ! and be patient, thy short race to run, 
Hope on ! though with sorrow thy heart may oft languish, 
For thy Savior, in kindness, will soon call thee home. 
Oh! I would not live always in this world sin, 
And I'm glad ’tis ordained we should taste death so 
soon ; 
For troubles and sorrows our life usher in, 
And the change that shall free ns cannot well come to 
soon. 
Minnesota, 1858. Evilo. 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
LETTERS FROM OUR FARM.—No. III. 
There is something in the very name, October, 
that is suggestive of fullness, and ripeness. It 
brings to the mind visions of grapes swelling with 
the purple wine, showing like clusters of amethysts 
on the brown vines, as the last yellow leaves flutter 
away from them. Visions of orchard boughs stoop¬ 
ing with their wealth of gold, and crimson, and 
russet, and dropping at a touch the ripened fruit 
on the ground, as if weary of holding it so long.— 
In the woods there are stores of nuts, and all the 
sunshiny day you can hear them falling. The boys 
are out among them, gathering their treasures for 
winter. How they shout and laugh as they pelt 
the loaded boughs, and chase the squirrels, that 
seem half disposed to dispute with them for pos¬ 
session of the property. If you have outgrown 
your boyhood, or girlhood, you cannot have for¬ 
gotten the magic of a nutting excursion. There 
was no school on Saturday, you remember, and 
all through the week the children at the old 
brown school-house talked of little else, at noon 
and recess, but the nuts to be gathered on ihe 
holiday. 
You were to start early in the morning, take 
your dinners, and stay all day in the woods. How 
delighted you were when your father came in to 
supper and said he thought there would be a hard 
frost. If he had said it was going to rain gold, 
yon would not have felt happier than at the 
thoughts of the treasures “Jack Frost” would 
shake out of their covering. How father and 
mother laughed at the big basket yon insisted upon 
taking with you next morning, and how proudly 
you took little Willie by the hand, and sallied 
forth. 
You were triumphant enough when yon found 
the chestnuts rattling down from their invincible 
armor, and the hazlenuts fairly bending the bushes 
with their weight, and long before night, baskets 
and pockets were filled. There were wild grapes 
in the woods, too, enough within the reach of your 
arms to give a luxurious dessert for your dinner, 
and a bunch to carry home to little Nellie. What 
a happiness there was in your heart that day- 
nothing rational and definable, but such as fills the 
wild birds and bees—the mere delight of living, — 
a joy that was breathed into you by the wind, and 
fell upon yon in the sunshine. Nature wore a 
merry face to yon then, a face that looked a laugh¬ 
ing recognition from every tree, and rock, and 
flower. 
Going home, somewhat wearily, with your load¬ 
ed baskets, you and Willie gravely calculated the 
amount and value of your gleanings, and thought 
with a great deal of satisfaction of the long winter 
evenings, when yon would sit by the great kitchen 
fire-place, feasting on nuts and red-cheeked apples, 
and telling wonderful riddles to each other, none 
the less amazing because they had been guessed 
twenty times over. 
You are changed greatly since then, for now 
your pleasures grow wearisome ere they are fairly 
tasted, and having once solved the riddles of life, 
you are only conscious of disappointment at their 
result, and half vexed at the eagerness with which 
you Bee others trying to find the solution. 
Nature has a great deal of work to finish in this 
month of October, and she is working steadily at it 
day and night. Besides a thousand little jobs, 
whose doing escapes our notice, but which would 
make sad gaps in the beauty of next year if left un¬ 
done, there is the corn crop to ripen and mature. 
In spite of evil prophecies from those who forget 
from year to year how bountifully this mother 
Nature provides for all her household, in spite of 
wind and weather, untimely rains and frosts, there 
stands the harvest, rustling in the light airs of 
autumn, a wealth almost unmeasured. 
All the spring-time the windows of heaven 
seemed to be open, and the rain poured down in 
such showers as threatened a second flood. If a 
gleam of sunshine tempted the farmers to their 
accustomed work, the rain soon put a stop to it, 
until they were fairly in despair. “ No corn this 
year,' 1 ' said the croakers, and with some show of 
reason, only that it was once written that while the 
earth endnreth, “ seed time and harvest shall not 
fail. ” So while they grumbled, Nature only 
laughed at them, and said, “give me the corn, I 
have raised harvests these thousands of years;” and 
now see how the broad fields attest her unfailing 
skilL In a few weeks more the corn will be golden 
ripe, and ready for the binding, and then the last 
crop will be off the farm, and all ready to settle 
quietly into the stillness of winter. The few flow¬ 
ers that linger here and there about the woods and 
meadows, will fade out in the frosty air—the last 
leaf will flatter down from the maples, and the last 
bird leave the bough. 
The buds for next spring will be carefully cased 
in double and triple wrappings against the cold 
and the wet Never did a mother more tenderly 
protect her babe against the keen air, than does 
Nature guard these delicate nurslings of hers. 
First she covers them with a downy fold softer 
than the finest wool, then with layer after layer, 
cunningly wrapped together, and finishes all with 
a coat of varniBh, that turns every particle of 
moisture, and then she leaves the infant blossom 
as safe for the winter as the nursery pet in its 
dainty cradle. In a thousand sheltered crevices 
and corners she has stowed away little dingy cases, 
with mummy-like occupants, that are to make next 
year’s butterflies, and live their little radiant lives 
among those same flowers, that are now packed 
away like so many prophecies on parchment — 
scrolls, waiting for spring to interpret them by 
glad fulfillment. 
Already we have let go of the summer, and onr 
thoughts, that a month ago went hack to its sweet¬ 
ness with regret, go oftenest forward now to think 
hopefully of another year. And yet there is much 
of beauty left to ns, and some of it will linger far 
into the grey November. No pen can describe 
half the gorgeous dyes that the leaves flash out in 
the sunshine,—no cunning artist has ever fixed 
them upon canvas in half their brilliance. Green, 
and gold, and crimson, these are the colors, yet 
mingled and blended into an infinite variety of 
tints, not half of which have any name in our vocab¬ 
ularies. Nature knows how to make a picture out 
of very few materials. She commenced two weeks 
ago to try experiments with a maple before my 
windows. First she dashed a few of the outer 
houghs with cherry, that showed finely against the 
dark green of the rest,—then she turned the cherry 
into crimson, and stained half the leaves with it, 
and slowly, as if to mark the effect, colored leaf 
after leaf, till the whole was in a blaze of glory, 
Bince when she has been fading some parts into yel¬ 
low, and darkening others into amber, and in a 
week more the leaves will all lie upon the ground, 
and the wind will pile them into drifts in the fence 
corners, and send them eddying about in little 
whirls and clouds. The nights are grandly beauti¬ 
ful, with their solemn starry majesty, but now aad 
then come trailing dismal clouds, and lonesome 
winds, that go sobbing past the windows, and wail¬ 
ing in the dark with a cry that makes the heart 
feel desolate. Like a grey old harper comes this 
autumn wind, chanting weird melodies under your 
windows in the hush of the moonless midnight. 
Starting bewildered from sleep you listen, as well 
as you can for the heavy beating of your heart, to 
the songs that sound as if the voice struggled up 
through a weight of tears. You do not look out 
and smile on the singer — the darkness grows all 
the thicker for the tears that half blind you. Mem¬ 
ory for a tims is very busy with the lost hours of 
the summer—then you think cf our Father and 
sleep again. h. 
MR, PLOWHANDLE AFLOAT. 
Kart-Tail Cottage, Oct. 1st., 1858. 
Col. Moore:— I’me more nor ever wanting your 
advice, and I hope you’ll give it me pretty soon, 
for time is getting quite short 
IS CALLED UPON TO SERVE HIS COUNTRY. 
You see, Smith has been here talking to me 
about being a candidate for the Assembly this fall. 
I, of course, was very shy about the thing, and said 
I didn’t think I was qualified, and that they would 
want a better man. But Smith said that was all 
cider, and I might just come right out and say I’de 
stand it But I told him I couldn’t make up my 
mind until I had consulted you, and mother. 
“ Well,” says he, “it may be well enough to talk 
with the old woman, but what on earth has the 
Colonel to do with your affairs?” 
“Why,” says I, “ain’t I one of the correspon¬ 
dents, and wont it make a considerable diiference 
with him if I’me away from home and can’t write? 
—the paper will miss me.” He enemost laughed, 
when I said that. 
“ However,” says I, “ supposing I’me willing. I 
don’t see how you can get up steam enough to 
put me through. There’s Jones, he will go dead 
against me, besides the Captain.” 
PATRIOTISM. 
“Why,” says he, “it can be done just as easy as 
winking.” 
“ Do tell me, then.” 
“ Yon see, in the first place you must make up 
with Jones.” 
“But he’s such a scamp.” 
“ Never mind, when men want votes they aint 
very particular who gives them so they’re of the 
right color.” 
“I don’t believe he’ll ever make up, even if I 
wanted to, which I dont.” 
“Now, I can fix it right oif. Yon must say to 
me now, just here, that yon think Esq. Jones a 
man of high legal parts, who would make a capital 
Judge.” 
“ I’ll see him in glory first! But suppose I say it, 
how are you going to get me started?” 
“ I’ve got that all fixed. We’ve got to have a 
new bridge over the Toemuddy next year, and if 
we don’t get the State to build it, then the towns 
along the river have got to be taxed for it” 
“And it will take a heap of money to do it, too.” 
“ S@ I am going to tell the people that we want 
a man that can take a high place, and can write 
for the papers, for our member this year, and if we 
get such an one there’ll he no mistake about the 
bridge.” 
“Good idee.” 
“Then I’ll say there’s Plowhandle, you see 
what a sensation he’s made in the world with his 
pen, and if we elect him he’ll be able to do big 
things for us.” 
HONEY. 
You see Smith had got me, but I di . . tlet him 
know it. So I sort of streched myself up, and 
looked kinder grand, and says I, “Mr. Smith I fully 
agree with you on the importance of a bridge 
over the Toemuddy, and that the State ought to 
build it—and it may be that I am a man that can 
command some influence, but I should prefer that 
my fellow citizens should pitch upon some other 
man.” 
“It’s no use talking, John,” says he, “you are 
going to be in for’t, any how. But what shall I say 
to Jones?’* 
I considered that very important interests were 
going to hang on me, and that I ought to do all I 
could for my country, so, sayB T, “ Mr. Jones has 
talents, and is a very capable man in his profession, 
and there are men who would like to see him 
Jadge.” You see I didn’t commit myself, after all, 
to the peskey scamp. 
“ Now,” says he, “ if Jones wants to be clever to 
you, just put the honey right on to him, for you 
know it’s said, * more flies are caught with molas¬ 
ses than vinegar,’ and yon must use it freely.” 
“ But,” says J, “ confound it, Smith, I can’t be 
sweet to all them vagabond rascals that loaf about 
the corners.” 
“ Well, then,” says he, “we can’t get the bridge 
over the Toemuddy, that’s all.” 
I finally told Smith I’d be as sweet as honey in 
the comb to everybody. 
TnE PROVERB TRUE, 
The next time I went over to the corners I met 
Jones, and he came up to me just as friendly as 
you can think. I knew in a minute that tarnal 
critter, Smith, had been at him. 
Says he, “I’m glad to see yon to-day.” “The 
same to yourself,” says I, and then we shook hands 
as though we’d been the lovingest fellows in the 
world. 
Says he, “ Mr. Plowhandle, we’ve been looking 
about for a man to represent us this year who has 
some influence, and can get ns a bridge over the 
Toemuddy—and we all agree you’re the man.” 
I put on a very surprised look, and, says I, “yon 
don’t really mean any such foolish thing.” 
“Indeed we do, and I and my friends aint going 
for any body else.” 
“Well,” says I, “Mr. Jones, I haven’t much to 
say about the representative—but I do say if the 
people go according to merit—there’s a lawyer 
not far from here that’s to be made Jadge this 
fall” 
Oh, golly! you should have seen how he licked 
down the honey; I tell you I worked him hand¬ 
somely. But, after all, Colonel, there’s no way to 
make an animal so kinder come-after-yon-good- 
natured, as to card ’em the way the hair lays. 
Now, what I want of you, is to sort of say a good 
thing about me, in such away in your letter, that I 
can kinder break it to mother, for I’me afraid Bhe 
won’t consent, and then my fat is all in the fire.— 
Don’t you think it would be a good thing for the 
Rural if I went? I know it’s going to be very 
hard for me to leave home, but I’ll do anything 
for you and the public. 
I’me going down to Smith’s to practice making 
bows, and taking off my hat in stile to the women. 
Smith says that’s a kind of sweet’ning that don’t 
cost anything, and best be used pretty freely, 
especially when a man’s got to run for an office, 
even if he don’t exactly care for it. 1 tried it a 
little the other evening, before the glass at home, 
and sort of forgot myself, for mother says to me— 
“ What on earth are yon bobbing your head about 
so for, John?” 
The fact is, I should have made better work of it 
if my hat brim hadn’t been so pesky limber. Be 
fore I go down to Smith’s I am going to buy a new 
hat that’s got a brim as stiff as a poker. I expect 
you’ll consider this entirely confidential and write 
me right off. Yours to Command, 
John Plowhandle. 
Remarks.— We have heretofore regarded friend 
John as quite unsophisticated, but fear he is be¬ 
coming corrupted by the politicians, and that his 
cash, conscience and reputation will ere long suffer 
in consequence. True, Franklin advised his 
youDg friend that he must “ stoop to rise,” but we 
think the politicians have literally “run the thiDg 
into the ground ”— for they not unfrequently de 
Bcend into the gutter, hut perform many acts which 
are still more mean and contemptible. “About 
these days,” as the Almanac-makers say, there 
is a vast deal of stooping and dirt-eating by 
party-patriots, office-seekers, et id omne genus; but 
as to Major Plowhandle — we think we heard 
some one address Mr. P. as Major or General at the 
State Fair, the other day—inasmuch as he pos¬ 
sesses ability, independence and sterling integrity, 
there is no necessity of assuming the chameleon¬ 
like colors or fawning manners of the demagogue. 
If, as is apparent, he is the best man to represent 
his district and secure the bridge, it is perhaps his 
duty to serve the people and State, even at some 
personal sacrifice — for we hold that every man 
who has “ a stake in the hedge” (is a freeholder, 
and the head of a family,) should, Cincinnatus- 
like, leave the plow-handle for the field or forum at 
the call of his country. And if such men were 
always, or even generally, selected for prominent, 
responsible and lucrative positions — men of merit, 
competency and unquestioned integrity — onrs 
would soon become, in fact, the great and gelorious 
country that the Fourth-of-July orators and editors 
of the Bunkum Flag-Staffs would fain make ns 
believe it is already. But we are digressing. 
Friend P. wants ns to say a good thing for him, 
in order that “ mother,” (i. e., Mrs. P.) will consent 
to his serving as a member of the “Assembled 
Wisdom of the State;” and also asks if we think 
such service would be a good thing for the Rural. 
Now, as John is happily situated in his domestic 
relations, we know it will not be pleasant for him 
to leave home—and moreover we fear it will cause 
mother much anxiety on his account, and extra 
care in superintending the family, farm and stock. 
But still, Mrs. P. ought to consider that she also is 
under obligations to the country—albeit not per¬ 
mitted all the “rights” which some of her Bex 
demand—and that, though hard to part, even for a 
hundred days, she should not keep her husband 
from a position he is evidently qualified to 
occapy with credit to himself, and benefit to 
his constituency and the commonwealth. And, 
beside, as Sam and Susan are yet unmarried and 
still at home, she will have good company and 
assistance. As to the Rural, that may and un¬ 
doubtedly will suffer from the absence of our able, 
popular and highly esteemed correspondent, but 
we trust our readers will, with us, make some sac¬ 
rifice to promote the common weak And we are 
not sure but it will be beBt, even for the Rural— 
for, though it suffer temporarily, will not Mr. P.’s 
greater experience and knowledge of men and 
the world enable him to write still better next 
spring? Such is our hope, at least, and we confi¬ 
dently believe that we shall then have the pleasure 
of introducing him to a largely increased audience 
—say nearly or quite five hundred thousand Rural 
readers. So mote it be. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 16 letters, 
y 9, 4, 15, 3, 8,1 is a coin not possessed by every 
one. 
My 12, 7, 5 eats the same food as the Chinese. 
My 2, 13,1 is an article of apparel. 
My 5, 4,14, 6, 3 is a welcome place for the epi¬ 
curean. 
My 10, 12,13, 8 has accomplished wonders. 
My 14,15, 3,13, 9 you have often heard. 
My 1, 5 is wrong. 
My 6, 16, 8, 9 is a religions festival. 
My 11, 2, 4, 9 is a conversation. 
My 5, 4, 9,1,15, 3 you must not do. 
My whole is found in the depths of the ocean. 
Wauwatosa, “ Badger State.” “ Country Girl.” 
Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
MATHEMATICAL PROBLEM. 
Suppose a fly lights on a wagon axletree, and 
another on the edge of the tire, and the wagon he 
put in motion on a plane, and goes a distance of 
forty miles—how much further does the fly travel 
that is on the edge of the tire than the one on the 
axletree?—suppose the wheel to be one rod in 
circumference; the circumference passing through 
the point where the fly lights on the wheel 
Verona, N. Y., 1858. S. G. C. 
jSsC A newer in two weeks. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
GEOGRAPHICAL QUESTION. 
Does the Cassiquiare river empty into the Rio 
Negro, or the Orinoco ? O. F. w. 
Monroe Co., N. Y., 1855. 
If our young readers will look upon the map, 
they will find that a strange freak of nature is 
involved in the foregoing question. Who will 
furnish a correct point? 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
CHARADE. 
My first is a blessing, 
Without which, possessing 
The world’s wealth, you’d famish and die. 
My second's a curse, 
The more followed the worse, 
And my whole caused a hero to fiy. 
Wauwatosa, Wis., 1858. « Aunt Anns.” 
Answer in two weeks. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, Ac., IN No. 458. 
Answer to Enigma — Boquet of Flowers: — 
Dandelion; Four O’clock; Snow-hall; Tu-lip; 
Lady Slipper; Blne-bell-e; Li lac; Forget me not; 
Devil-in-the-bush ; Meadow-Lily ; Holley-hock; 
Damask Rose; Jane Pink; China Aster; Nose-gay. 
Answer to Geographical Enigma: 
And in thy right hand lead with thee 
The Mountain Nymph, sweet Liberty. 
gidMttissmjttts!. 
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Dr. BOARDMAN, personally, 
457-4t or by Letter, 12 Suffolk Place, Boston, Mass. 
COLLEGIATE INSTITUTE. 
Rochester, Monroe Co., N. Y. 
ruff US INSTITUTION embraces all the departments of instruction 
JL necessary to qualify students for the business of Teaching. Com¬ 
mercial, Scientific, or Professional pursuits. 
The Female Department, under the lmmedieto supervision ot 
an accomplished and highly qualified Preceptress, isliinitol to 50 pn- 
pils, who share also the benefits of the daily instruction of the Pro¬ 
fessors and other Teachers in the Institution. 
The Principal with his famiiy, and several of the Teachers, resides 
In the New Boarding House, and by constant intercourse with the 
students endeavor to secure their moral and social advancement, os 
well as their intellectual culture. 
Commercial Department under the direction of J. V. R. Chapman 
and C. R. Davis, Principals of the Chapman Commercial Academy 
Rochester, N. Y. 
Among the Teachers are Profs. N. W. Benedict, A. Lathrop, 
A. H. Mixer, T. McCaulet Balentine and Miss Anna Marsh. 
The Fall Term opens on Monday, Sept 6th. For Circulars and 
cards giving full particulars, apply to 
J. li DEXTER, A. M, Principal 
Rochester, August, 1858. 
MODEL MERCANTILE COLLEGE, 
Wanialey’s Marble Block, Main Street, 
Rochester, N. Y., 
O PENS PERMANENTLY, Sept. 1st., 1858, when will be 
introduced a new system of Mercantile Instrnctioc, combining 
Theory with Practice. 
For particulars, send for Circulars Inclosing stamp. 
G. W. EASTMAN, President, 
Author of Fulton A Eastman’s Book-Keeping and Penmanship. 
Rochester, August 1858. 450 tf 
IMPORTANT TO FARMERS AND DAIRYMEN. 
I WILL GIVE FREE TO THE FIRST APPLICANT—Farmer 
or Dairyman—resident in each county in the States of New York 
and Pennsylvania, (except Niagara Co., N. Y., and 20 miles around 
Philadelphia,) a Right to build and use Schooley’s Patent Pre- 
servatory as a farm or Dairy appendage. Parties will be required 
to adhere strictly to plans famished and to commence building with¬ 
in 90 days. [446] J. L. ALBEKGER, Buffalo, N. Y. 
THE BEST APPLE PARER IN THE WORLD, 
WlIITTEMOItE BROTHEKS’ PATENT. 
A PPLES prepared for use by five revolutions of the crank. Twelve 
to Fifteen Apples per minute Pared, Cored and Sliced. Simple in 
its construction and less liable to get out of order than any other ma¬ 
chine in use, and capable of performing four times as much labor. 
It is the perfection of Yankee Ingenuity, and can be operated by a 
child ten years of age and no family can afford to be without one. 
They can be obtained of the principle merchants throughout the 
country, and of the Proprietors and Manufacturers at Worcester, 
Mass,, who will give all orders careful and prompt attention Large 
Inducements offered to Agents and Dealers. 
Price below competition and within reach ot alL 
442 WHITTKMORE BROTHERS, Worcester, Mom, 
KEDZIK’8 WATER FILTER. 
rjlHE SUBSCRIBERS give notice that thoy have made arrang*- 
1 ments with Mr. Kedzie, 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 JAMES TERRY & CO. 
59 and 61 State St, Rochester, N. Y. 
431 the old stand of J. E. Cheney A Co 
ASTOR MOUSE, 
Broadway, New York. 
A LL THE MILK used here comes fiom a Farm carried on for 
the express and sole purpose of furnishing Milk, Vegetables, 
Poultry, Eggs and Pork to this House. The Cows feed in Winter on 
the best of Hay and Meal, and in Summer on rich Pastures and Meal 
only. [440] C. A. STETSON. 
BLACK HAWR, Jr., 1st., 
M AY BE FOUND at the Stable of the Subscriber, two milea 
east of Lockport, the coming season for the improvement of 
horses. Sire, Black Hawk; g. sire, Sherman; g. g, Justin Iforgan.- 
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 lbs. closely resembling his sire in 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 1833 
when six years old-time, 2m. 65s. Also the first premium at the N 
Y. State Fair in 1857, beating Billy McCracken of Oshkosh, Wis— 
His stock are good size, weighing from 1,900 to 1,230 E». In speed, 
style and docility they excel 
I have a number of young horses, stallions, mares and geldings o! 
his sire, for sale on reasonable terms. Persons in pursuit of choioe 
stock are invited to call and examine them, or address me by fetter. 
42Swctf N. FARNUM. Lockport, Niagara Co, W. Y. 
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 tie 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 12}i 
cents per copy to the club rates for the Rural. The lowest price of 
oopies 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 not 
advertised in the Rural on any conditions. 
