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MOOKE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL, LITERARY AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
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I-IOPE OF MEMORY. 
There is a chain, with golden links, that binds 
My soul to things beyond ; a chain that winds 
Round things I love, uniting them to me, 
E’en though I roam, afar, o’er earth and sea. 
When far from friends, from home, from all that’s dear, 
These golden links contract, and draw me near 
To those I dearly love,—ah 1 love so well,— 
As if the subjoct of some magic spell. 
As fast I’m borne by time, on life’s rough sea, 
From infancy to youth, from youth away 
To manhood’s prime, and thence through mists of years 
To second infancy, ’mid doubts and fears, 
The chain remains and still retains its power, 
To bring days, mouths, and years within an hour. 
There is a mirror of the rarest kind, 
For great and useful purposes de-ign’d, 
Possessing this strange feature, from its cast, 
That every image formed forever lasts ; 
And though the dust of time may gather o’er, 
And hide the images form’d years before, 
They still remain, and when they’re freed from dust 
Will stand out plain, and bright, and true as first. 
’Tis in this mirror that I see my life 
Made up of joy and sorrow, peace and strife, 
Of hope and fear, set in with light and shade, 
In all its striking truthfulness portray’d. 
’Tis there I have a panoramic view, 
Of happy youthful deeds, as fresh and new 
As when enacting, ’mid a throng of friends, 
Or, in some lonely spot, where nature tends, 
To make, and leave an impress on the soul, 
Which will to some degree, our acts control; 
Of early manhood’s days, when fir’d with zeal, 
And flushed with hope, which none but youth may feel ; 
Of manhood’s later years, when the ideal 
Becomes obliterated by the real. 
When living is with disappointment rife, 
And labor is the complement of life. 
I would not be deprived of this lov’d chain, 
And magic mirror, though I thus might reign, 
With kings as subjects, nations as my guard, 
The world my kingdom, and the law, my word. 
Carmel, February 12,1855 
flit’s Ift&saM. 
LIEUT. MADAME BRUTON, 
THE FRENCH HEROINE. 
AN EXAMPLE FOR THE ‘ ‘ STRONG-MINDED. ’ ’ 
Angelique Marie Joseph Ducheman was 
born in 1772, from that hot-bed of heroes 
which four years before had produced the im¬ 
mortal trio, Napoleon, Wellington, Chateau¬ 
briand. 
The father of this heroine served thirty six 
consecutive years in the 42d Regiment, now 
the 57th of the line. He was married at the 
Havre ; Angelique was born in garrison at 
Diana, in the North of France. The soldier’s 
bivouac w r as her only youthful home. 
At the age of seventeen she w r as a wife, at 
eighteen a mother, at twenty a wddow. Her 
husband, the brave Brulon, fell at Ajaccio, in 
Corsica. “ Three days after I learned his fate,” 
says Angelique, whilst speaking of the effect 
the dreadful news had upon her, “ I took the 
uniform of his regiment, arid demanded per¬ 
mission to avenge his death. Two brothers 
had fallen in active service; our father had 
died on the field of battle—my heart, head, 
and hand burned to send destruction to the 
rebel Corsicans, and my testimonials tell how 
well I fulfilled my vows.” 
Thus, at the youthful age of twenty w r e find 
her upon the most exciting stage which the 
world has ever known. Louis XVI. was be¬ 
headed, and France a Republic. Angelique 
was a wife, a mother, a widow, a citizen, a sol¬ 
dier in the war of liberty. She served seven 
years in the various capacities of private, cor¬ 
poral, corporal-fourier, and sergeant-major. 
At the age of twenty-seven, in the year 1799, 
she was admitted to the Hotel des Invalides, 
being the only female soldier ever permitted to 
reeeive its support. 
The Hotel des Invalides embraces what 
would compose almost a populous township. 
Five thousand officers and soldiers can find 
there a quiet retreat, where their wounds may 
be healed, and their declining years solaced by 
their country’s care. 
You can estimate the probable average of 
men complete which these fragmentary vete¬ 
rans might equal. You see various items in 
movement, as if in natural gravitation toward 
their fellows, like the bits of the fabled chopped 
up monster, seeking their original unity.— 
Here is an eye ; there an ear ; there a lone fore¬ 
finger ; there an arm without a mate; there 
a body waiting for its legs ; but, curious to 
remark, every fellow has somehow saved his 
head, and seems to prize it for the facilities it 
affords for smoking. 
Every stranger visits the marvelous kitch¬ 
ens of the establishments, and makes his excla¬ 
mations at its daily statistics—' 4,000 pounds 
of meat, 20 bushels of carrots, ditto onions, 
ditto potatoes, 5,000 eggs,” &c. Everybody 
sees the bullet that killed Turenne, and some 
have courage to mount to the garrets to see¬ 
the plans of the fortified towns of Europe.— 
Those who do not forget it, visit the tomb of 
Napoleon. These are the catalogued sights of 
the Invalides. 
Lieutenant Madame Brulon was admitted 
into the Hotel not because she was a woman, 
a widow, a mother, but by her right and merit 
as a wounded soldier. There she received her 
support, and the small pay allowed to non-com¬ 
missioned officers, and in addition to this, for 
some time, a salary of £20 a year as clerk in 
the magazine of clothing. At the age of thirty- 
five she became the chief of this department, 
with a salary of £120 per annum. By her 
economy she was enabled to establish her 
daughter, and more recently to aid her grand¬ 
children and great-grand-children; and last 
Sunday, when we went to see her, she offered 
us bon-bons, received after the christening of 
a still later generation. 
Every champion of the favorite doctrine of 
the rights of woman will find in her a column 
of support—a pedestal on which to rest his 
principles. 
At the siege of Calvi, Madame Brulon dis¬ 
tinguished herself signally. For eleven 
months had they been blockaded, seventy-five 
days bombarded, but she brought relief to the 
garrison of Gesco ; and the cross of i he Legion 
of Honor on her breast is her country's ac¬ 
knowledgment of her heroic action. The fol¬ 
lowing are the testimonials of her comrades : 
“ We, the undersigned, corporal and soldiers 
of the detachment of the 42d Regiment in gar¬ 
rison at Calvi, certify and attest that the 5th 
Prarial the year II (1794,) the citcyenne An¬ 
gelique Marie Joseph Ducheman, widow Bru¬ 
lon, corporal-fourier, performing the functions 
of sergeant, commanded us in the action at the 
fort of Gesco; that she fought with us with 
the courage of a heroine ; that in an assault we 
■were obliged to fight hand to hand ; that she 
received a sabre cut in the right arm, and a 
moment after another from a stylet in the left; 
that finding we failed of ammunition, though 
severely wounded, she set out at midnight for 
Calvi, a mile and a half distant, where, by the 
courage and zeal of a true republican, she rais¬ 
ed and charged with ammunition sixty women, 
whom she led to us, escorted by four men, 
which enabled us to repulse the enemy and to 
preserve the fort; and that, in fine, we have 
only to congratulate ourselves upon our com¬ 
mander.” 
In speaking of her wounds and dangers, 
Madame Brulon adds, whilst relating with 
kindling eye, the terrors of the siege and the 
straits to which she was put: 
“ I did not mind my wounds in each arm, 
nor did I fear the dark, but set out alone at 
midnight, evaded the guards, roused sixty starv¬ 
ing women, and led them to the fort, which we 
reached at two o’clock in the morning. We 
gave the women each half a pound of rice, 
which we all considered an excellent bargain.” 
Still later, at the siege of Calvi, all the can- 
noniers having been killed, the non-commis¬ 
sioned officers were called upon to fill their 
places ; it was thus, while defending a bastion, 
in aiming a sixteen-pounder, that she was 
wounded in the left leg, by the bursting of a 
bomb. 
This last wound disabled her for service and 
entitled her to a place in the Hotel des Invalides. 
October 22, 1822, upon the proposition of 
General de Latour Maubourg, Governor of the 
Invalides, she received the grade of 2d Lieuten¬ 
ant, in these terms : 
“ Madame Brulon, military invalid, having 
held the rank of Sergeant before her entrance 
to the Hotel, has obtained from the bounties 
of the King (Louis XYIII.) the honorable 
rank of 2d Lieutenant, and will be thus recog¬ 
nized hereafter on parade. The Governor 
hastens to make known, by means of this or¬ 
der, this new r favor of his majesty, accorded 
to one -who has rendered herself so worthy of 
it by her excellent principles, her good senti¬ 
ments, and the high consideration which she 
enjoys at the Hotel.” 
During the reign of the first Napoleon she 
was recommended by the Governor of the In¬ 
valides as “ one having rendered herself wor¬ 
thy, by qualities considered above her sex, to 
participate in the recompense created for the 
brave.” But the honor of decorating this re¬ 
markable woman was reserved for Napoleon, 
President of the Republic. Madame Brulon 
lives now not only the unique military invalid 
but the unique female member of the Society 
of the French Legion of Honor. Her nomi¬ 
nation W’as announced in the Moniteur of the 
19th August, 1851, at the head of a long list 
of others, without any allusion to her sex, thus: 
“ Cavalier—Brulon—(Angelique Marie Jo¬ 
seph,)—Second Lieut. — seven campaigns— 
three wounds — several times distinguished, 
particularly at Corsica, in defending a fort. 
5th Prarial—year II (1794.)” 
Madame Brulon, though eighty-three years 
of age, retains all the vivacity of youthful ex¬ 
pression, and assured us she felt no faculty 
missing ; but she lamented her inability to 
guide well her feet, the right leg having become 
more refractory than the W’ounded one. 
She wears the uniform of the Invalides, and 
since her first adoption of military dress has 
never left it but once, and that for a moment’s 
amusement to her grandchildren, when she as¬ 
sumed female attire. But the children, in¬ 
stead of being amused, burst into tears, and 
begged their grandmamma to go back again 
to her soldier’s clothes. 
There are several portraits of her taken at 
different ages. 
Her hair, once raven, is now white as snow, 
except some late new-comers, which have as¬ 
sumed their youthful hue. Her voice has the 
tone and vigor of a commander’s. Her eye is 
like the eagle’s. Her hand is feminine, which 
she gestures with masculine energy. Her at¬ 
titudes, salutations, styles of expression, all 
combine to make you believe she is really what 
she seems. Her testimonials prove her to 
have been always a woman of the severest 
principles, the purest manners, and the most 
unsullied reputation. Her reply to trifling 
familiarity W’as, “lama woman, but I com¬ 
mand men.” 
She was adored as the divinity of her regi¬ 
ment, and cherished as the palladium of its 
safety. 
Her virtues and her valor stand undimmed 
beside those of the Maid of Orleans. Long 
live Madame Brulon ! 
The False Rose. —Little Ida stepped smil¬ 
ingly up to her elder sister looking steadfastly 
upon the bonnet on her arm, “ What have you 
got there ?" asked Lucinda. “ Still! still!” 
said Ida ; “lam looking at a rose-worm, that 
has flown upon these artificial flowers. Look 
how tenderly it sucks at this silken rose. How 
foolish! Such roses give no life.” “ Liberate 
it,” said Lucinda ; “ there is a real rose—there 
it will find life.” Ida took it carefully out, 
but on closer inspection she found t he rose-worm 
dead. This made little Ida. quite sorrowful, 
but the elder remarked, “Don’t grieve—but 
learn from this scene that this world is full of 
false roses, where people seek life, but find 
death.” 
THE LONDON MERCHANT. 
The following story, in illustration of the 
English character, is from Mr. Boureicault’s 
sketches of European society: 
John Oakheart and Son are Baltic mer¬ 
chants. Young John entered his father’s of¬ 
fice as a clerk at sixty pounds a year, of which 
he paid his mother forty for his board, lodging, 
and washing, and clothed himself with the odd 
twenty. Do not imagine that Mr. Oakheart’s 
establishment required this assistance. • The 
old gentleman desired to make his son feel in¬ 
dependent—he was a man, he earned his own 
livelihood, and should feel that he supported 
himself. At twenty-five years of age, young 
Oakheart marries, receiving with his wife a 
moderate sum of mouey. He wants to pur¬ 
chase a share in his lather’s business ; they 
cannot come to terms. Young John can 
make a better bargain with a rival house in 
the trade. The old man hesitates ; he likes 
the sound of J. Oakheart and Son ; but busi¬ 
ness is business. Had his son married a pen¬ 
niless girl his father would have given him 
what he now refuses to sell; but now business 
is business, and as a calculation he can’t do it. 
So young John becomes chief partner in arivql 
firm to that which must one day be his, and 
trades against the old man, whose only aim is 
to lay up wealth for his son. 
Every day, at 4 o’clock, leaning against a 
particular corner on “ Change,” stands the 
elder merchant, his hands deeply sunk into his 
dog’s-eared pocket. A young city man ap¬ 
proaches ; they exchange a quiet, careless nod: 
“ Feel inclined to a discount for £1,200 at 
long date ?” 
“ What name?” asked old John. 
“ My own. I will give 4 per cent.” 
“ I should want more than that, as money 
goes—say 4%.” 
“ The brokers only ask 4j^,” replies the 
young man. 
“ Then give it.” And they separate with 
an indifferent nod. That was father and son. 
Every Sunday young John and his wife 
dine at Russell Square, in the same house 
where old Oakheart has lived for thirty years. 
His named had been cleaned out of the brass 
plate on the door. This house young John 
still looks upon, and speaks of it as his house. 
All the associations of his childhood are there 
—every piece of furniture is an old friend— 
every object is sacred in his eyes, from his own 
picture, taken at four years old, with its chub¬ 
by face and fat legs, to the smoke-dried print 
of General Abercrombie. They form the 
architecture of that temple of the heart—his 
home. 
After dinner the ladies have retired. The 
crimson curtains are comfortably closed. The 
cracking fire glows with satisfaction, and old 
John pushes the bottle across to bis son, for, 
if old John has a weakness, it is for tawny 
port. 
“ Jack, my boy,” says he, “ what do you 
•want with 1200 pounds ?” 
“Well, sir,”replies young John, “there is 
a piece of ground next to my villa at Brix- 
ton, and they threaten to build upon it—if so 
they will spoil our view. Emily,” meaning 
his wife, “ has often begged me to buy it, and 
inclose it in our garden. Next Wednesday is 
her birthday, and I wish to gratify her with a 
surprise; but I have reconsidered the matter 
—1 ought not to afford it—so I have given it 
up.” 
“ Quite right, Jack,” responded the old man, 
“ it would have been a piece of extravagance” 
—and the subject drops. 
Next Wednesday, on Emily’s birthday, the 
old couple dine with the young folks, and just 
before the dinner, old John takes his daughter- 
in-law aside, and places in her hands a parch¬ 
ment—it is the deed of the little plot of ground 
she coveted. He stops her thanks with a kiss 
and hurries away. 
Ere the ladies retire from the table Emily 
finds time to whisper the secret to her hus¬ 
band. And the father and son are alone.— 
Watch the old man’s eyes fixed on the fire, for 
he has detected this piece of affectionate 
treachery, and is almost ashamed of his act, 
because he does not know how to receive his 
son’s thanks. In a few moments a deep gentle 
feeling broods upon the young man’s heart; 
he has no words—it is prayer syllabled in 
emotions that makes his lip tremble ; he lays 
his hand upon his father’s arm, and their eyes 
meet. 
“ Tut Jack, Sir ! pooh ! Sir, it must all come 
to you some day. God bless you, my boy, 
and make you as happy at my age as I am 
now.” In silence the souls of those men em¬ 
brace. But who is that seraph that gathers 
them beneath her outspread angel wings ? I 
have seen her linking distant hearts, parted by 
the whole world. She is the good genius of 
the Anglo-Saxon family, and her name is 
Home. 
Why the Romans Went to Bed Early. 
—In one of the late London papers we find 
the following reason, by De Quincy, why the 
Romans retired early to bed : 
They went to bed early in those ages, simply 
because their worthy mother earth could not 
afford them candles. She, good old lady or 
good young lady (for geologists know not 
whether she is in that stage of her progress 
which corresponds to gray hairs, or to infancy, 
or a “ certain age,”) would certainly have 
shuddered to hear any of her nations inquiring 
for candles. “ Candles, indeed!” she would 
say, “ who ever heard of such a thing ? and 
with so n uch excellent daylight running to 
waste, as I have provided gratis! What will 
the wretches want next?” The Romans, 
therefore, who saw no joke in sitting round a 
table in the dark, went off to bed as the dark¬ 
ness began. Everybody did so. Old Numa 
Pompilius himself was obliged to trundle off 
in the dusk. Tarquinius may have been a 
very superb fellow, but I doubt whether he 
ever saw a farthing rush-light. And though 
it may be thought that plots and conspiracies 
would flourish in such a city of darkness, it is 
to be remembered that the conspirators them¬ 
selves had no more candles than honest men ; 
both parties were in the dark. 
aitt) litmor. 
The Dignity of an Oath.—A correspond¬ 
ent in Ottawa county, Michigan, from whom 
we are always glad to hear, gives the follow¬ 
ing “ Scene in the Mayor's Court at Grand 
Rapids.” Mayor Church presiding. Wit¬ 
ness called up to be sworn by the clerk. 
Clerk—“ You do solemnly swear—” 
Mayor (with dignity)—•“ Stop ! The wit¬ 
ness will hold up his right hand.” 
Clerk—“ The man has no right hand, your 
Honor.” 
Mayor (with some asperity)—“ Let him 
hold up his left hand, then.” 
Clerk—“ He had the misfortune to lose his 
left hand also, as your Honor will perceive.” 
Mayor (savagely )—“ Tell him to hold up his 
right leg, then; a man cannot be sworn in 
this court without holding up something! Si¬ 
lence, gentlemen ! Our dignity must be pre¬ 
served!” (Witness sworn on one leg.)— The 
Knickerbocker. 
Bound to find Him.—A letter passed thro’ 
our Post Office day before yesterday, actually 
addressed as follows: 
“ Mr. B--, 
Pontiac, 
Michigan. 
The first name of Mr. B—— is not known, 
he has a son who has a running sore on or 
near his ancle.” 
If that description don’t find the man, the 
writer may as well give it up as a bad job.— 
Detroit Tribune. 
That is nothing. There is a letter in the 
Cleveland Post Office, directed as follows : 
“ To the big red-faced Butcher, 
With a large wart on his nose, 
Cleveland, 
Ohio.” 
The clerks expect a licking when they de¬ 
liver the letter.— Cleveland Plaindealer. 
Mrs. Partington thus discourses, as report¬ 
ed by the Boston Post:—“ So they meet on 
Tuesday to qualify the Governor, do they ?” 
said Mrs. Partington to the member from 
Bozzleton, who had just taken a blow at the 
spirometer to test his ability to sustain the 
weight of his duties as a legislator. He as¬ 
sured her that this was a fact, and looked at 
her wdth legislative dignity. “ Well,” said 
she, offering him a pinch of snuff, “ wouldu’t 
it be well to try to qualify all the members? 
for goodness knows the most of ’em need 
qualifying enough.” The member pleaded an 
engagement on a committee, and disappeared 
behind a pillar of the State House, while the 
old lady went to seek Ike, who was viewing 
the statue of Washington, and wondering how 
many marbles it would make if it was cut up. 
A western Justice of the Peace ordered a 
witness to “ come up and be sworn.” He w T as 
informed that the person was deaf and dumb. 
“I don’t care,” said the Justice, passionately, 
“ whether he is or not—here is the Constitu¬ 
tion of the United States before me; it 
guarantees to every man the right of speech, 
and so long as I have the honor of a seat on 
this bench, it shall neither be violated or in¬ 
vaded. What the Constitution guarantees to 
a man he should have, I reckon.” 
A lady’s heart is a delicate institution, and 
should be treated as such. There are some 
brutal specimens of corduroy that seem to 
think the little beater made to toss about like 
a joke, a glove, or a boot-jack. Young man, 
if you don’t intend to take it to tlie milliner 
and parson, just let Miss What’s-her-name's 
heart alone—right off, too. 
A toast for the ladies—“ Old bachelors, 
may they lie on a bed of needles—sit alone on 
a wooden stool—eat alone on a wooden trench¬ 
er—minus the bosom and shirt-collar buttons 
all winter, and—be their own kitchen-maid 1” 
Shocking! Nearly as bad as the “Pope’s 
curse.” 
An Irishman, being told to grease the wag¬ 
on, returned in about an hour afterwards and 
said—“ I’ve graiz’d every part ov the wagon, 
inside and out, yer honor, but, by the blue 
hair o’ Moses’ wig, I can’t get at the sticks 
the wheels hang on, sure.” 
^dbeHisetyeiUg. 
LARGE CLOVER SEED ! 
Pea-yink Clover Seed grows six feet long !—roots two 
feet deep ! Warranted genuine. Twelve dollars a bush., 
pure seed. E. J. FOSTER, Agricultural Warehouse 
March, 1855. 271-4t and Seed Store, Syracuse. 
DICKENS’S HOUSEHOLD WORDS, GODEY’S 
Lady’s Book, Blackwood, Harper , Putnam, Graham and 
Knickerbocker Magazines, are supplied to subscribers, by 
the undersigned, for $2,50 each per annum. Address 
E. S. RICH, Bookseller, 
271-2t Brasher Falls, N. Y. 
SHORT-HORNS FOR SALE. 
Viz., one Bull Calf, age nine months, price $100, one 
Heifer Calf, age ton montlis, price $175, andono Heifer, 
coming three years, forward in calf to Halton, (11,552,) 
price $275. These animals have good pedigrees. 
I also have one pair of Berkshire Pigs, from the stock 
of Col. L. G. Morris, some 12 weeks old, price $15 each. 
Clockville, Mad. Co., N. ,Y . 271-tf S. P . CHAPMAN. 
SUPERIOR GRAIN DRILLS 
Sold on trial, and warranted to work well, by 
H. L. & C. P. BROWN, Patentees. 
Palmyra Wayne Co., N. Y. 270-6t 
' THE NEW ROCHELLE BLACKBERRY. ' 
The subscriber offers for sale, this spring, lino plants of 
the genuino New Rochelle Blackberry , at the reduced price 
of $0 per doz. They will bo carefully packed in boxes, 
and sent to any part of the country. 
270-3t S. P. CARPENTER. 
New Rochelle, Westchester Co., N. Y., March 1st. 
READY ON T HE 10t h OF MARCH- 
“HISTORY OF THE HEN FEVER,” 
BT G1SORGI5 P. BURNHAM. 
TWENTY ILLUSTRATIONS. 
An original humorous account of the 
POULTRY MANIA ! 
By one who has been there 1 
It®- Price—$1,25 in cloth, $1,00 in paper, by mail. 
Everybody who loves to laugh, buys it. Address 
JAMES FRENCH & CO., Publishers, 
270-4t Boston, Mass. 
A RARE OFFER. I 
Two Farms, pleasantly situated on the Sodus Plank 
Road, within a mile of (ho village of Geneva ; one of 136 
acres, (25 in wood,) with new house and barn, price $65 
per acre—$8,740 ; one ISO acres, (33 in wood,) with good 
farmhouse, 2 large barns, stables and stalls for 30 cows, 
at $70 per acre—S12.600. Both have springs in the yard 
—land excellent (and in good cultivation) for grass and 
grain—abundantly watered from living springs—fences 
mostly of boards, with red cedar posts—all in good order. 
Will be sold together or separate, and possession given 
immediately. Terms liberal. THOMAS D. BURRALL. 
Geneva, N. Y., March 5, 1855. 271-4t 
VALUABLE FARM FOR SALE 
In Hartland, Niagara Co., N. Y., situated near Jeddo 
Mills, and 2 y 2 miles from Middleport, on the Erie Canal 
and Rochester & N. Falls Railroad, containing 100 acres 
of choice land, adapted to grass or grain, being first-rate 
corn land. On the Farm is two commodious frame dwell¬ 
ings and woodsheds, largo barn, sheds, stables for cattle, 
stone hog-pen, all necessary outbuildings for said Farm— 
being well fenced, and in a high state of cultivation—first 
rate fruit of all kinds, 16 acres timber, plenty of rail 
timber, and lyiug on the Ridge Road—one of the pleasant¬ 
est roads to live on in tho State. 
Terms —$1,500 or $2,000 down, the balance in 10 years, 
if required. HORATIO N. HAND. 
Jeddo, March 6, 1855. 271-2t 
A GOOD FARM FOR SALE, 
Situated in Macodon, Wayne Co., N. Y., two miles north 
of Macedon Depot, on the N. Y. Central R. R. Said Farm 
contains 158 acres of good land under a state of high cul¬ 
tivation, with the exception of about 40 acres which is 
heavily timbered, principally with hard timber. Has a 
comfortable dwelling and one of the best barns and out¬ 
buildings in Wayne County; has a very largo Orchard of 
Apple and Peach trees, is well adapted to the raising of 
all kinds of grain, and well watered. A largo portion of 
the purchase money can remain on bond and mortgage, 
if required. Title indisputable. Inquire of (or address) 
N. WARING, near the premises, or T. S. BARRINGER, 
on the same. 
Macedon, N. Y., March, 1855. 271-3t* 
75 ACRES CHOICE LAND NEAR ROCHESTER. 
Wishing to change my business, I will sell my farm of 75 
acres, in the town of Pittsford, on the main road from 
Pittsford to Henrietta, 3 miles from the former place and 
8 from Rochester,—heuco convenient to good markets.— 
Well watered and under good cultivation, soil black sand 
and gravel, well adapted to grain and grass. A great 
variety of choico fruit, (I often sell $150 worth in a sea¬ 
son.) the orchards young and coming into hearing. Good 
comfortab’e buildings. For sale at a great bargain.— 
Most of the purchase money can remain on mortgage. 
For further particulars inquire of the subscriber. 
AMOS ROCKWELL 
Pittsford, N. Y., March 5, 1S55. 270-2 eow 
FLOUR CORN. 
The only True Substitute for Wheat. 
With a choice collection of Potatoes and other rare and 
reliable seeds. Raised and put up by D. D. TOOKER, 
Michigan, and sent by Mail, Railroad or Express to any 
part of tho country. 
The Flour Corn at 26 cents per quart. 
Red Blaze Corn, very prolific, 18 “ “ 
Poland Oats, the seed from N. Y., 50 “ per peck. 
Mexican Wild Potatoes, the genuine, $1 “ “ 
Scotch Muscovan, a Premium Potato, 60 “ “ 
Early June, a very early Potato, 50 “ “ 
Mercer, three varieties from the ball, 50 “ “ 
Australian Wheat, Poland Oats, Egyptian Corn, Flour 
Corn, Red Blaze Corn, Swoet Pie or Cheese Pumpkin, Ap¬ 
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Mountain Sprout do., French Carnation Poppy. Variegated 
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One-fourth discount to all orders inclosing $4 or over. 
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postage stamps, and address D. D. TOOKER, 
269-4t Napoleon, .’ackson Co., Mich. 
A VALUABLE FARM FOR SALE. 
In Lancaster, Erie County. N. Y. 
Situate 10 miles from Buffalo, and noar the Plank Road 
leading to Batavia. The farm contains 72 28-100 acres of 
most excellent quality, with a good orchard, consisting 
of Apple, Pear, Cherry, Prune, Peach and Plum Trees, 
among which are many choice varieties (especially Cher¬ 
ries) imported from Hanover by the proprietors, the 
Messrs. Koesters, and which already bear fruit. A good 
frame House, with a good well of water at the door. A 
frame Barn 30 by 60, in which is a well of water for cat¬ 
tle, &c. The farm lies in a shape convenient for subdi¬ 
viding into smaller lots, and is bounded on the North by 
Ellicott’s Creek. The stock and farming implements are 
offered with the farm if desired, as also six acres of 
wheat and four acres rye on the ground. The title is in¬ 
disputable, and the terms will ho made reasonable. 
Apply to tho subscriber at his office, 1>£ miles west of 
Williamsville, Erie Co., N. Y., or address post-paid at 
Wiliiamsville, Erie Co., N. Y. TOBIAS WITMER, 
269—tf Surveyor and Civil Engineer. 
FRUIT TREES, EVERGREENS, &c. 
T. C. Maxwell & Bros., ask the attention of those 
wishing Trees and Nursery articles the coming spring, to a 
few thousands each of Apple , Cherry, Standard and Dwarf 
Pear 'Jtrees, and a good assortment of Peach, Plum, Apri¬ 
cot and Quince Trees and tho Smaller Pruits, all very thrifty 
and healthy. 
25,000 Am. Arbor Titce, 2 yrs in Nursery, fine for Hedges 
50,000 do. do. 1 “ “ well rooted. 
10,000 Balsam Fir, 1 to 5 feet high. 
30,000 Norway Spruce, 1 to 2 feet high. 
1,000 Hemlock and Red Cedar, fine plants. 
2,000 Mt. Ash large and Cheap, and large Horse Chestnut. 
The above, and many other articles usually cultivated 
in the Nursories, for sale cheap at wholesale or retail. 
Digging and packing done in the best manner. 
T. C. MAXWELL & BROS. 
Old Castle Nurseries, Geneva, OnC.i Co., N. Y. 267-Gt 
TO NURSERYMEN AND DEALERS IN TREES. 
Wishing to clear a piece of ground the coming spring, 
containing about eighty thousand grafted Apple Trees, I 
will sell them for cash, or approved credit with interest, 
at eighty dollars per thousand. All orders filled in the ro¬ 
tation that they are received. Tho above are first class 
trees, from three to four years old, from five to seven 
feet high, of the best leading varieties the country affords, 
and very thrifty and fine. Also 20,000 Apple Seedlings. 
JAMES M. TAYLOR, Proprietor oftbo Commercial Nur¬ 
series, Syracuse, N. Y., Jan., 1855. 263-tf. 
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