GO MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL, LITERARY AN!) FAMILY NEWSPAPER. ! 
♦ ♦ Y (VIA j face of Nature. Yon stagnant pool is black 
mmm fflflttXV* aml repulsive,-trees, decayed and decaying, 
w ^|P <-3 are bung with dripping mosses, and owls hoot 
... over it,; yet on its bosom is borne a flower, 
[Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker.) delicate and beautiful, drawing its lifc-nOUrish- 
SONG. ment from those murky depths. Sweet AngyI 
r.v wELVA mat 110 association could roughen her nature, no 
- tumbling and jostling against hard facts and 
Hast eeen, a lovely flower unfold, sharp realities, could mar her sweetness, or 
wlth^dew-gems glUtening in its folds, n,akc her lcss ethcrial and dream :D Look at 
An incense breathing form? her, with her beaming eyes heavenward, and a 
So turns a pure young heart to lovo, strange smile on her sweet face ! One might 
So beams love’s iris in the soul, fanc .V hcr a s P irlt wllldl had lost lts wa y an(1 
Love is the light of Heaven. wandered down to earth, but had discovered 
Hast seen, where once bloomed loveliest flowers, its mistake and was even then retracing its 
Earth’s vilest weeds upstart; steps — and SO she was. 
A «*"“** «"»> °™ l-«-*egrew 
So root out love from human breast, more beautiful and more dreamy — her mind 
And passions dark and fierce, matured wonderfully. She sunk rapidly, and 
V, ill spring, a rank and upas growth— , (} ]0n — the flower, snapt from its stem, lay 
A gloom no light can pierce. * 
withered and graceless on the dark waters.— 
Trembling hands broke the sod in the green 
X { C>* C ^ A G G f> tV tl church yard, and they laid away the beautiful 
v l A & X- .V' ,v ,U ili? ♦ casket with a great grief in their rough hearts; 
. ....but the gem that graced the casket—the spirit 
of beauty within the flower, was gone,— 0 
Written for Moore’B Rural New-Yorker. ^ ° 
TTTT7 m T\rn V 17 A M11 V whither ! 
1 il Jj j t .i\ \. l HillI . After this, nothing seemed to prosper in the 
by melya may Gundy family ; even the sunflower got anun- 
_ lucky blow and was never heard from after- 
Do you see that red, two story house on the ward, and Mr. Josiah B. had the mortifica- 
hill yonder? A very uncompromising feature tion of missing his expected honors, ilumil- 
on the face of the country is that house. A iating thought! his successful rival was the 
square, mathematical figure—a house that is a upstart son of a pettifogger, with considera- 
house, built for the practical purposes of a hie show of book learning ; but what was that 
house, without any broken lines or fancy blem- when sound, practical sense was considered ? 
ishes. Three windows on this side the door, The good people of Snubtown made it a sharp 
three on that side, a matter of seven in corres- contest, missing the game by only one vote— 
ponding stations above, four windows on the some satisfaction! — yet it exposed a lack of 
east end, four on the west end, and thirteen appreciation of his superior abilities, and Mr. 
carried round on the back side, with a door Josiaii I>. Gundy never would forgive them 
exactly opposite the door in front. for it. I ndeed, lie seemed like a man who had 
[Writer, for JIoore’F Rural New-Yorker.] 
SONG. 
Hast eeen, a lovely flower unfold, 
To woo the early morn ; 
With dew-gems glistening in its folds, 
An incense breathing form ? 
Ro turns a pure young heart to lovo, 
As flee (lie shades down driven ; 
So beams love’s iris in the soul, 
I/Ove is the light of Heaven. 
Hast seen, where once bloomed loveliest flowers, 
Earth’s vilest weeds upstart; 
Their clinging tendrils coiling round, 
Vile, deadly, lank and dark? 
Ro root out love from human breast, 
And passions dark and fierce, 
Will spring, a rank and upas growth— , 
A gloom no light can pierce. 
Mtsi 
Written for Moore’B Rural New-Yorker. 
THE GUNDY FAMILY 
BY MELVA MAV. 
carried round on the back side, with a door 
exactly opposite the door in front. 
Like to its master is that house, the one as keen nilsuse d cver afterward, 
tangible a piece of reality as the other, and as To add to his discomfort, Susan, then a lass 
destitute of fancy. Mr. Josiah B. Gundy is of eighteen, and as blooming a piece of rus- 
the name of its proprietor. He is standing on ticity as you will often find, gave unmistaka- 
thc grass-plot situated between the highway ble encouragement to the suit of Joe Brow- 
and the above described house, which grass- neb’s son, Ned. The father protested, laying 
plot is circumscribed on the one side by a lux- ihe young man’s “ free and easy ” ways plain- 
uriant growth of garden vegetables—beets, ly before the light of her understanding. He 
blood-red and white, mammoth and deer- even grew eloquent on the probabilities ot 
tongued lettuce, cabbages, turnips, <tc., and in want and destitution and consequent shame 
one corner a remarkable growth of caraway, and disgrace, which, in case of such an alli- 
for the special benefit of the good woman, Mrs. ance, would fall on her devoted head! He 
Josiah B. (caraway being the favorite spicery,) appealed to her pride as the eldest daughter of 
—thence shaded off indefinitely into intermin- Josiaii B. Gundy, who owned the most acres 
able intricacies of pumpkins, potatoes and of any man in Snubtown. The young girl 
corn ; and on the other side by a stone wall, 
with which is established a law of “ thus far 
melted to tears, and promised obedience. 
This promise held good until the next time 
shalt thou come and no farther” to the numer- Ned stole slyly through the orchard, and dis- 
ous predatory inhabitants of the farm-yard.— played a white handherchief as a signal, which 
Mr. Josiaii B. Gundy is standing there, con- signal seemed to be understood, for Susan was 
templating the prosperity his own hands had immediately struck with a romantic love lor 
wrought, and propounding a mental problem moonlight rambles, and, strangely enough, the 
as to the time future ere his townsmen would love for the romance seemed to strengthen by 
yield him the honors he coveted, even when he habit. Where was Mr. Josiah B.’s conside- 
was called Joe Gundy, —that he might con- rate watchfulness over the interests of his fam- 
gratulate his wife as Mrs. Josiaii B. Gundy, ily that he did not discover something danger- 
Esq. 
There were seven little Gundys. 
ous in these symptoms ? Ah ! the wary girl 
The first- had completely lulled him asleep,—so resigned 
born, a son, came as a God-send to strengthen was she to the will of her parent as not even 
the hands of the laborer, and was called Jo- to speak to her unhappy suitor when accident- 
siah, after his father. The second, a daughter, ally meeting him; and so asleep he remained 
brought visions of abundance of butter and until she gave him an effectual waking, 
cheese, and was called Susan, which afterward “Sukey? Sukey? where is Sukey?” was 
cheese, and was called Susan, which afterward “Sukey? Sukey? where is Sukey?” was! 
degenerated into Sukey. The third was a son repeated from mouth to mouth in the Gundy 
named Peter. Here the father drew the divid- family one sunny morning — the cows not 
ing line exactly through the middle of his pos- having been milked at the accustomed time, 
sessions, and resolved to build the new house, On inquiry, no one had seen said delinquent 
then in contemplation, on the dividing line, since the night before, when she took her ac- 
with two suits of apartments, and a hall in the customed moonlight ramble, to enjoy her mel- 
centre. The fourth, a son, was the innocent ancholy thoughts. 
cause of some uneasiness, but mature conside- 1 will not dwell on the developments as they 
ration made it probable that he might procure came to the knowledge of the enraged father, 
for the fourth representative of the Gundy Disgraced! forever disgraced! The disgrace 
family a plantation in a new country where of the election, or rather non-election, was 
land was cheap, and he was called Abel. The nothing in comparison to this last cruel stroke 
fifth a son. Mr. Josiaii B. Gundy’s face dark- of fortune! That the eldest daughter of Jo- 
ened with despair, but at length a happy siaii B. Gundy should steal away from her 
thought struck him with the force of a gas home by night, in defiance of her father’s will, 
•light. Theophilus Gundy, a brother of Josiah to elope with one of Joe Brownel's race, was 
B., when quite a lad ran away, being too lazy a disgrace he never dreamed could come on the 
to work, and for a time was lost to his family, Gundy family. She was an ungrateful child! 
but had recently been heard from as a wealthy She had been repeatedly warned, and with her 
old bachelor barrister in a distant town.— eyes open had rushed like mad into the jaws 
Wealthy? what so reasonable as to desire that of ruin ! She had east herself without the 
that wealth should rest on some member of the pale of their sympathy, and should become as 
Gundy family? so No. five was called Theopii- though she was not, forevermore, to the Gundy 
ilus, after his Uncle. The sixth a daughter— family. This was Ihe sentence passed upon 
more butter and cheese, golden, and savory— her, and from that hour no one repeated her 
Polly. The seventh a daughter. She for name in the father’s presence, 
some time flourished as Sissy, but her sweet Poor Susan ! She had married a handsome 
face and winsome ways being suggestive of face, and found with a few months’ experience 
something fanciful, and the case being fully that beauty alone would not equalize the ex- 
stated, argued upon, and disposed of, she was change of a comfortable home for a life-long 
called Angeline. struggle with barefaced poverty, and the com- 
Little Angy was the pel of the household, panionship of a worthless, aimless vagabond, 
and at the time of which we were speaking Bitterly she repented of the imprudent step j 
was regarding a stinted sunflower in the cor- K h e had taken, and sought a reconciliation; j 
ner of the yard, with a look of tender devo- but the answer she received to her entreaties 
tion. It was the only flower around the Gun- was> t ] ia t she had been warned, and now must 
dv mansion, except her own sweet self. i learn wisdom by experience. Two years after- 
To many minds there are incongruities in ward she presented herself before her father’s 
nature, and to every thoughtful, observing per- door, with a pale-faced child in her arms, and 
son, there is, in the order of things and the asked admittance. The doors were closed 
laws which govern the material and the im- against her. Her inexorable parent would not 
material, much that is strangely incompreben- grant an interview, and all she saw to repay 
sible. Who would have sought among such her for this last effort for forgiveness, were Ihe 
coarse materialities for a being so essentially red eyes of her mother at Ihe window. Alas.! 
spiritual as was A ngelink ? Yet look on the the thoughtless, girlish act brought conse¬ 
quences that bore with leaden weight on her 
young heart. No friendly hand -was stretched 
forth to relieve her of the burden, and she felt 
it sinking deeper and deeper day by day, 
crushing out her very life. Coukl the father 
have felt her bitter, hopeless anguish but for 
one hour, would he not have thought his honor 
sufficiently revenged ? 
Here we take leave of Susan, as our task is 
to present a few of the leading events marking 
the history of the Gundy family, yet our pen 
would fain linger around the humble dwelling 
where, bravely struggling with all the ills of 
life, she lived hcr appointed time,—to point a 
moral, or bring home an example of girlish 
imprudence, for the good of other Susans not 
connected to Josiaii B. Gundy. However, 
our limits forbid, so Susan, peace be with you. 
Josiah Jr., had arrived at the statue of man¬ 
hood, an obedient, yielding child, who knew 
no other law than his father’s will. It was 
proper and desirable that Josiah, Jr., should 
take a wife to fill the vacancy in the household, 
so the father began to look around him to see 
where might be found a wife suitable. * Farmer 
Higgin’s oldest daughter, Sally, had made 
butter that took the premium at the County 
Fair—she was a sweet girl, she wa’nt ashamed 
to work, and would have a good setting out. 
So Sally was predetermined as the bride elect 
for Josiaii, Jr. 
Josiaii, Jr., had no particular objections, 
indeed, he had no particular choice about the 
matter at all, and it was found upon inquiry 
that Sai.lv had no particular objections. So 
in due time Miss Higgins became Mrs. 
Josiaii, Jr., and was installed in the west side 
of the square, two-story, red-house, belonging 
to the Gundy plantation. 
For some months the peace and prosperity 
of the Gundy family flowed as a river in its 
summer tide, smoothly and tranquilly, but it 
was a little ruffled at the announcement made 
by Peter, of his intention of claiming the 
other side of said mansion. The father walked 
up and down the long kitchen, in a state of 
excitement, and then called Peter into his 
presence. Peter was a fine spirited youth, 
who had been so unfortunate, or fortunate, as 
it will appear hereafter, as to form an attach¬ 
ment to Alice Carey. Alice was a sweet, 
gentle girl, with a warm heart lighting up her 
girlish face; there was no fault to lie found 
with Alice, no mortal could breath harm of 
her, but the father thought it wrong in the 
young man to take so important a step with¬ 
out consulting with the family. The girl was 
not a farmer’s daughter, had not been brought 
up to farmer’s work, and then, a young man 
of Peter’s fine appearance might have entered 
any of the well-to-do families in all Snubtown. 
He must understand that in taking lliis Alice 
he would not enter the world with an equal 
chance with his brother Josiah, who had 
chosen wisely, and gained some five hundred 
dollars in his wife’s dower. He also was aware 
that Mr. Carey, the father of Alice, died a 
miserable drunkard, leaving his widow no 
support but to take in washing, which she had 
done for many years, and still continued to do. 
Peter was aware of all this, yet remained 
firm in his determination of marrying Alice, 
though destitute of family connexion and 
dowry. Mr. .Josiaii B. regretted the step, but 
making a virtue of necessity, gave them his 
blessing. 
Alice felt uncomfortable at first, being 
conscious of the light in which she was re¬ 
garded by the family, and particularly by the 
overbearing manner of her sister-in-law, neigh¬ 
bor across the passage way ; but no one could 
long withstand the gentle goodness of her 
nature, she soon worked her way into the 
hearts of all, and was blessed particularly by 
the junior members of the household. We 
have introduced them but by name, yet all this 
while they were developing dispositions which 
seemed likely to puzzle Mr. Josiah B.’s pre- 
established rules. 
Abel was destined to follow the plow, even 
before he had grasped one idea in this matter- 
of-factrworld, and had been trained by his 
practical father with that one idea in view, but 
unaccountable are the inconsistences of human 
nature, the boy’s mind was anywhere else but 
on his work. The watchful father (mind 
you, he was not to be caught napping but 
once) found him two or three successive times 
with narratives of sea voyages, he had bor¬ 
rowed somewhere, and once when Le was, or 
ought to have been, engaged in turning over 
the soil, the oxen were standing in the furrows 
an unusual length of time. Mr. Josiaii B. 
looked once, twice, and the third time, still 
they were standing idle, and upon investiga¬ 
tion, the plow-boy was found under the fence 
reading—and horror sent a chill through the 
father’s veins — reading the Phantom Ship ! 
What was to be done to curb the evil ten¬ 
dencies in Ibis boy’s nature? What was there 
left undone? He had pursued precisely the 
same course as in the case of his eldest sons— 
(both of whom were pattern young men, 
walking in the way of their father before them) I 
—they had never been found reading novels! ! 
What could lie done? Mr. Josiah B. was j 
puzzled sadly, never having heard of a parallel ! 
case. He laid the question before Deacon 1 
Peabody and farmer Higgins, both of whom j 
were sound, practical men, and after consider- 1 
able consultation, in which was deplored the 
depravity of the rising generation, which was 
without precedent, they all agreed; (Mr. 
Josiah B. having his eldest daughter distinctly 
before his mind) they decided that these mis¬ 
chievous books must be kept entirely out of 
his way, and works on Agriculture, Watt’s 
Hymns, and Scott’s Notes on the New Testa¬ 
ment lie recommended in lieu thereof, which, 
with being deprived of his holidays for the 
years to come, and strict home discipline in 
general, was hoped might cure him of his 
aquatic tendencies. Somehow, the system was 
wrong, or the boys nature unnaturally per¬ 
verse. He grew willful and obstinate under 
the discipline, and, judging from the fire in his 
eye, might better have been called Cain than 
Abel. 
In the course of time, there was to be a 
Fancy Fair in a neighboring town, a great 
event in that rural community, and the father 
following to the letter his established system 
of correction, interdicted Abels attendance, 
and stinted him to a heavy day’s labor in the 
corn field. Abel threw down his hoe and 
run away to the Fair. The next day the 
father applied the rod of correction. Abel 
folded his arms, and bore the infliction with¬ 
out the shrinking of a nerve, no one could 
have guessed at the excitement that nerved 
him to endurance, but by the circle of the ex¬ 
treme palor around his compressed lips, and 
the fiery lashing of his eyes, which would re¬ 
mind one of a caged tiger, maddened, yet pow¬ 
erless of revenge. 
From that hour the boy grew silent, and 
seemed lost in dark, painful thought-. No one 
but the sweet voiced Alice could rouse him, 
as he went melancholy about his task ; but 
his eyes invariably filled with tears as she gave 
him a kind word of sympathy, and sought his 
confidence in return. 
“ ’Tis no use, Ally,” he said, “ I never can 
be anything here. They rouse all the demon 
in my nature, and make me worse than 1 would 
be, Ally,” (his voice was strangely soft). 
“ You have always been kind to’me — f shall 
remember you when I am gone away.” He 
bent a keen, searching glance on her as he said 
these words. 
The truth flashed over her,—going away,— 
yet she could not upbraid him, poor boy. 
“You will not betray me, Ally ? No, I 
know you will not,” he said with that search¬ 
ing gaze on her. “ 1 go, and you will never 
hear from me again, unless I prove an honora¬ 
ble scion of the Gundy family !” There was 
a bitter smile on his lip as he turned away, and 
Alice thought, as she stood looking after him, 
that after all there was good in the boy’s 
nature, cursed with strong passions, yet a 
depth of tenderness in his affections which, with 
careful development and training, might re¬ 
strain the evil, and make him a useful, an 
honorable, and a happy man. 
[Continued next week.] 
alit mxa ijiunor. 
How the Types Work. —The Salem Jour¬ 
nal, the other day, sentenced a poor fellow to 
the house of correction, for “fragrancy;” and 
the Boston Telegraph, the other evening, gath¬ 
ered all the particulars of the loss of the Ocean 
up to the hour of going to “ dress.” 
A Happy State.— “At length,” said an un¬ 
fortunate man who had been ruined by vexa¬ 
tious law-suits, “ at length I have found hap¬ 
piness, for 1 am reduced to necessity,—and 
that is the only thing 1 know of which has no 
law.” 
The Altar and the Cross. —We always 
feel sorry for illiterate brides and bridegrooms 
who have to put “ their mark ” in the Parish 
Register ; for it seems ominous that their wed¬ 
ded life should begin with crosses. 
Love and Literature. —Some say that 
every lover is a poet: this is by no means 
true ; it is, however, a fact that the lover, con¬ 
sidered both as a reader and a writer, is gen¬ 
erally a man of letters. 
Cmm 
A medical student wishes to know in what 
portion of the animal economy the trombone 
is to be found. He says that he has frequently 
heard of it, but cannot find it in the medical 
books. 
We know of a lawyer who gets so confused 
by press of business, that he frequently mis¬ 
takes one parchment for another ; in fact, he 
has been known to “ take the will for thedeed.” 
Advice to our Young Friends.—R ecollect, 
little dears, that though tarts are an excellent 
pastry, you should not dispose of them sis if 
the names were cram- berry. 
Men are frequently like tea—the real 
strength and goodness is not drawn out of 
them until they have been for a time in hot 
water. 
When a young lady offers to hem a cam¬ 
bric handkerchief for a rich bachelor, she 
means to sow in order that she may reap.^ 
When a man passes a day without reflec¬ 
tion, he may well exclaim at night, “ I fear 
that 1 have done something wrong.” 
Mrs. Applejack says it is all very well to 
remember the poor, but it is much better to do 
somelhing for them. 
Written for Moore’* Rural New-Yorker. 
ALGEBRAIC PROBLEM. 
A Farmer sent his boyto feed three different 
flocks of sheep and a horse, from a basket con¬ 
taining a number of ears of corn, with direc¬ 
tions to give the largest flock half the cars in 
the basket and half an ear over ; to give the 
second flock half the remainder and half an 
ear over ; to give the third flock half the last 
remainder and half an ear over ; and the ears 
remaining in the basket, which was just 12, to 
the horse. How many ears of corn did he 
give to each flock, and how many ears were in 
the basket at first. s. h. 
[JET* Answer in two weeks. 
Written for the Rural New-Yorker. 
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Answer in two weeks. 
CHARADE. 
My first and second are so fond a pair, 
That where one is, you’ll find the other 
there. 
Indeed, so much united that each one 
Without the other’s lost, or quite undone. 
Both given to dress, and going thus together, 
My first is better dressed for foulest weather, 
And yet my second is a perfect beau ; 
Nor lags behind, how fast soe’er they go ! 
Yet should my first solo arbitress review 
And change her state, inclined to buckle to, 
My second on that instant will deny, 
Refuse the knot, and shun the marriage tie. 
Nay, though he seemed to love the very 
ground 
That my first treads on, is not to be found. 
Answer next week. 
Samuel Appleton.—O nce at an exhibition of 
a menagerie, the attention of the kind-hearted 
old man was attracted by a crowd of boys 
trying to catch a glimpse of the animals thro’ 
the seams of the tent. “ How much,” he 
asked of the door-keeper, “will you take to 
let them all in.” A bargain was immediately 
made, and by this wholesale operation, the 
happiness of a hundred or more penniless boys 
was secured for the afternoon. With the blulf 
heartiness that marked his deportment, there 
was not only a general benevolence, but some¬ 
times a peculiar delicacy of conduct, which 
showed that his nature was marked by the 
finer shades of sentiment. By his will he had 
left a large amount of property to a favorite 
nephew. The nephew died, and it was repre¬ 
sented to Mr. Appleton, by his legal adviser, 
that, if he left his will as it was, that part of 
his estate would go to persons who were not 
at all related to him, and in whom he could 
not he supposed to have any particular interest. 
Mr. Appleton, after maturely considering the 
matter, replied, that he had concluded not to 
alter his will ; that he believed his friends in 
another would knew what he was doing here ; 
and he should be sorry to have his nephew see 
that the first act relating to him after his 
death was to divert from his nearest relations 
the legacy intended for him.— North. American 
Review. 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma in No. 6.— 
We have met the enemy, and they are ours. 
Answer to Mathematical Question in No. 6.— 
462,578,584,320,000. 
Answer to Charade in No. 6 : 
Silence is neither thing nor person — 
Silence you kill if you converse on ; 
Silence, with ancient sages, dwells 
In musty libraries and cells ; 
And sleeps enveloped in their pages, 
Subsisting on the dust of ages. 
Breathe not a whisper where she lies, 
And name her not or silence dies. 
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