172 MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL, LITERARY AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
LITTLE BY LITTLE. 
BY RICHARD OOF. 
“ Little by little,” a child did say, 
As it passed its time in quiet play ; 
And straightway in my mind was wrought 
The germ of many a simple thought. 
Little by little the grass doth grow, 
Covering all the earth below ; 
Little by little the root we see 
Climbing up to the full-grown tree ; 
Little by little the cloudless form 
The thunder-cloud of the mighty storm ; 
Little by little the feathery snow 
Fileth up mountain heights below ; 
Little by little the drops of rain 
Fall on mountain, vale and plain, 
Till themadd’ning torronts onward rush 
Like a strong war-horse with victory flush. 
Little by little the patient ant 
Layeth up food for her future want ; 
Little by little the busy bee 
Sippeth up sweets from tree to tree, 
Till the tables of the rich man groan 
With the luscious fruit of the honey-comb. 
little by little in God’s great plan 
“ The child is father of the man 
Little by little the darkness flies 
From the curtained folds of the Eastern skies, 
At the slow approach of the burning sun ; 
Little by little freedom’s won. 
And the night of error givetli way 
To the full glad light of the perfect day ; 
Little by little the heart is warmed ; 
Little by little friendship’s formed ; 
Little by little the seeds of grace 
Grow in the human heart apace, 
Till the angels sing with joy above 
O’er a soul made by redeeming love ; 
“ Little by little” is my theme ; 
Little by little ends the dream 
Which arose in my mind on a summer’s day 
From the careless words of a child at play. 
gift’s jl’essons. 
MOTHER’S COOKING. 
BY MRS. CAHOMNK A. SOrLE. 
[Concluded from page 168, this number.] 
Its contents seemed nil to have been sanctified. 
But the spell was broken, when, after her 
father-in-law had sliced up the huge piece of 
pork, he said, pleasantly— 
“ Come, now, all help yourselves, country 
fashion,” and she saw the hired men thrust 
their ungainly forks into the dish and take 
thence a portion of each and everything, and 
then added to the miscellaneous mass a spoon¬ 
ful of apple-sauce, another of cucumber and 
onion, a stewed pear, a pickle and a piece of 
cheese. Could she possibly swallow such a 
mingled mass ? She tried it and filled her 
plate as did the others, wondering to herself 
what her husband would do, being in his own 
home always so particular about a change of 
plate. And there was a merry twinkling in 
her bright blue eye, when, instead of helping 
himself at all, he said to his mother— 
“ If you will give me a bowl of milk, it will 
be all I want this noon—I can never eat pork 
when I have the headache.” 
“ Does your head ache badly ?” asked his 
wife, mischievously, scarcely able to refrain 
from laughing outright at this, his first get 
off from mother’s cooking. 
“ Not very,” said he, “but I am afraid it 
will, and so shall keep on the safe side.” 
By this time his mother had brought him 
the milk, and it was a sight to gladden the 
heart of a citizen, so pure, so sweet, and with 
such thick, golden cream. 
“This is nice,” said he, as he swallowed 
about a spoonful; “ now I shall feast,” and he 
reached for the bread, but his wife, who was 
very attentive to his looks, saw the happy ex¬ 
pression pass off, as he slowly crumbled the 
slice he had just taken. 
“ I am dreadful sorry,” said his mother, 
passing the plate to her daughter, “ dreadful 
sorry about my bread. But I had the worst 
of luck with it; the emptyings took e’enmost 
all day to come up, and then 1 forgot the dough 
and it stood till it soured a little, and the oven 
somehow wasn’t first rate. Husband had a 
mind that I should give it to the pigs, but I 
said that it was better than none, but its most 
gone now, and I’ll try and have better to¬ 
morrow.” 
“Then you do have bad luck once in a 
while, mother,” said the younger Mrs. Law¬ 
rence. “ Harry thought you never did.” 
“ Harry has forgotten. Yes, I believe eve¬ 
rybody does, sometimes.” 
“ Harry’s wife wondered if he remembered 
telling her many times that there was no ex¬ 
cuse for poor bread. But she forgave him all 
the pain he had caused her by such remarks, as 
she saw with what wry faces ho swallowed the 
stale, sour rye bread. 
“ Wouldn’t you sooner have a doughnut ?” 
asked his mother, shortly, passing him the dish 
as she spoke. “ They are the real old-fashion¬ 
ed kind.” 
“ I am going to get mother’s recipe for 
them,” said the young wife, with seeming 
earnestness; “they have a substantial look 
about them which strikes my fancy.” 
But Harry declined taking any, saying that 
he would confine himself for that meal to bread 
and milk,—milk, he should have said, for the 
bread he left mostly in the bottom of the bowl. 
“ I am so sorry I havn’t a piece of pie for 
you,” said the good mother, as they rose from 
the table, “ you ain’t eat enough to keep a 
chicken alive.” 
“ Yes, I have,” said her son, gaily, “ it was 
all good, first rate, only a little too heavy for 
a man with the headache. Come, Mary, put 
on your sun-bonnet, and we’ll lie off to fath¬ 
er’s orchard—there's a dessert there to feast 
the veriest epicure.” 
“ I guess your headache is better,” said 
Mary, very demurely, as her husband threw 
aside the twelfth peachpit, “how you do eat.” 
“ Eat,” said he, “ why, I’m almost starved. 
Such a greasy pig’s mess as we had when I 
expected a chicken pie—it turns my stomach 
now to think of it.” 
“ But it was mother’s cooking.” Mary felt 
the saying, but she was a prudent woman, and 
felt the time was not yet come. 
About four o’clock in the afternoon, the 
good mother, having knit to the middle of the 
seam-needle, carefully rolled i p the thick blue 
woolen sock, and replenishing the fire in the 
stove, set about making preparations for sup¬ 
per. 
“ Does Harry love custard pies as well as 
ever ?” said she to Harry’s wife, as she tied on 
her baking apron. 
“Yes, indeed, he does—there is no pie of 
which he is fonder.” 
“ Then I will make some for tea.” 
“ Let me see you—do, mother,” said Mary, 
following her into the buttery ; “I want to 
learn all your w T ays.” And she carefully 
watched the process. But she could not help 
mentally drawing a comparison between her 
own custards, with their rich puff paste, their 
sweetening of refined loaf sugar, and flavoring 
of rose, vanilla or lemon, with the substantial 
looking ones the mother prepared, wiih the 
crust of rye flour wet up with butter-milk, ma¬ 
ple sugar for sweetening, and all-spice for sea¬ 
soning, and she could not help wondering how 
Harry could prefer them to hers, and in her 
heart she didn’t believe he would. But such 
as they were, they were made and set in the 
oven, and then the good mother said she would 
make some cream biscuits. These Mary said 
it was no use for her to look at, as she never 
should have any cream to use, and so she ran 
out into the fields to meet her husband and to 
gladden his appetite wfith the fact that he was 
to sup on custard pie and cream biscuit.” 
“ Cream biscuit,” said he ; “ well I am glad 
of that, for I wanted you to eat biscuit that is 
biscuit. You will hardly dare to offer me your 
soda ones again. Do you remember hotv 
streaked they were the last time?” 
“ Yes, indeed do I, and the hearty cry I had 
over them. I wonder if any one else ever had 
such troub’es in cooking as I.” 
“No need of such troubles,” said he, with 
that oracular look which husbands always as¬ 
sume when discoursing of household affairs.— 
“ A woman who has the happiness of her fam¬ 
ily at stake, will never place upon the table a 
dish that is not properly cooked.” He had 
forgotten his mother’s poor bread ; but Mary 
was generous yet, ar.d did not remind him of 
of it. She thought of the custard pie and tri¬ 
umphed at heart. 
She fancied as she entered the house, that 
her mother’s countenance wore a troubled look, 
and sought an explanation. With tears in her 
eyes the old lady bewailed a failure in her bis¬ 
cuits; they were not streaked with saleratus, 
but green all through. “ I must have made a 
mistake, and put in two spoonfuls instead of 
one. I am so sorry.” 
Harry worried down half a biscuit and three 
mouthfuls of pie, and then asking for a bowl 
of milk, he sliced up some peaches in it, and 
made, as he said, “ a luscious meal.” 
“ I’ve brought you a hat-full of eggs, moth¬ 
er,” said he, as he came from the barn about 
half an hour after supper, “and I want as 
many as I can eat cooked for my breakfast.— 
Fresh eggs are a luxury we seldom enjoy in 
the city. I want some fried and some boiled.” 
When he went out to breakfast he found his 
mother had cooked “ a lot of them”—but how ? 
In the centre of the table stood a huge, deep 
platter, filled almost to the brim with slices of 
fat pork, swimming in gravy, the sight of 
which would have sickened a Jew, and scatter¬ 
ed all through “ the mess” were a goodly por¬ 
tion of the lresh eggs he had desired to eat.— 
Mary remembered once cooking, when her girl 
was absent, a di-li of ham and eggs, and send¬ 
ing it to the table in the old-fashioned way,— 
ham, eggs and gravy altogether, and she won¬ 
dered if Harry would lecture his mother as he 
had her, for “ such a greasy dish.” But he 
simply declined any of the fried ones, and say¬ 
ing he was hungry for boiled ones, a bowl full 
of which stood by him. Now Mary always 
dreaded to hear him say he wanted boiled eggs 
for breakfast, for unless they were cooked “just 
so,” she knew what a tirade upon careless cooks 
she must be prepared to hear, and she wonder¬ 
ed how these would suit. He broke one on 
his plate—for his good mother had never heard 
of egg cups—broke it, and it was as hard as 
the Irish girl’s when she had boiled it half an 
hour. 
“ Are they all hard ?” asked he. 
“ Why yes, ” said Mrs. Lawrence ; “ I 
thought you liked them so—you used to.” 
“ Well, I don’t any longer—they are not so 
healthy as soft-boiled ones.” 
“ Oh, well then, I can boil some more,” and 
with alacrity she set about it; but alas, these 
latter when brought to the table were too rare, 
the white scarcely warmed through. 
“ Shan’t I boil you some ?” asked his wife; 
“ as I’m used to boiling them soft, perhaps I 
can suit you.” 
“ Yes, do, ” said he, in a tone that be¬ 
spoke relief. She did so, and as she dropped 
them into his plate, he observed to his mother, 
“ this is the way I like them—two minutes and 
a half by the clock. These are very nice.” 
“ Very nice!” said his wife. “ Well, I am 
glad if once in my life, I have suited you.— 
Oh, if I were only your mother—then you’d 
never find fault with my cooking,” and the old 
self-same mischievous smile lurked in her eye 
and dimpled her lips. 
“ Why he’s found fault with every thing Iv’e 
cooked since he came home,” said his mother. 
“ He’s grown to be mighty particular, for I 
cook just as I used to.” 
“ Why, mother,” said Harry. “ Have I said 
a word ?” 
“No, but you’ve acted it. I know when 
things relish, and I know you havn’t relished 
any thing since you came home that you’ve 
eat off the table, save the peaches and milk, 
and those I did’nt cook. And see your coffee, 
you havn’t tasted it hardly.” 
There was no gainsaying this truthful re¬ 
mark, and as to the coffee, why, he wouldn’t 
have been hired to drink it, boiled as it had 
been from the hour his mother had been pre¬ 
paring breakfast; and having beside the bit¬ 
ter taste that of itself would give, another 
which we could not analize, but which he af¬ 
terwards learned was the result of boiling mo¬ 
lasses in it, because it was thought the cheap¬ 
er sweetening, and also a bit of dandelion 
root to prevent the coffee from injuring the 
health of the drinker. 
“ Your wife must have a good deal of pa¬ 
tience to get along with you, if you are always 
so particular—more than ever 1 had. I always 
brought up my family to eat what was set be¬ 
fore them, and not complain if it wasn’t quite 
as good as they wanted. Worn n don’t al¬ 
ways feel like cooking, and then mistakes will 
happen, and failures too, and you can’t help il. 
The only way is to make the best of every 
thing. At any rate, a man should never fret 
at his wife, for goodness knows she has enough 
to fret her at the best.” 
As the good mother concluded, Mary felt 
like saying amen, and though she refrained 
from doing so, she did in her heart wish that 
Harry would lay the words he had just heard 
deep in his memory, and con them over often. 
An hour or two after breakfast, Mary found 
her mother picking chickens. “ "VVhat are we 
to have now? inquired she pleasantly. 
Oh, that chicken pie that Harry wanted; 
but dear me,” and she sighed, “ it isn’t any use 
for me to bake one—he won’t touch it. I 
wish you’d make it,” and she looked at her 
pleadingly. 
A new thought flashed over Mary’s mind, 
and she exclaimed eagerly, “ I will, mother, on 
two conditions—1 shall have as much of every 
thing as I choose, and you shall not let Har¬ 
ry know but you made it, till we get his opin¬ 
ion.” 
The mother gave a glad assent, and the 
young wife proceeded at once to her task.— 
She spared neither material nor time, and proud 
indeed was she when she bore it to the table. 
Like a mass of snow flakes was the rich, puff 
crust, and never found fowls a deeper grave 
or a more tempting gravy. 
“I can’t see how llarry can find fault with 
your cooking when you can cook like that,” 
said the mother. “ It beats every thing I ever 
did.” 
“ Because it’s his wi e’s and not his mother's 
cooking ; but we’ll cheat him for once.” 
• “ Do you see that,” exclaimed Harry, as 
when the horn had sounded, he entered the 
kitchen ; “ do you see that?” and he came up 
to his wife, who stood looking out of a win¬ 
dow, the while idly thrumming on it, never 
evincing by word or look that her reputation 
as a cook were at stake. “We’ve got the 
chicken pie, and it’s a glorious one, too ; deep, 
wide, rich, with crust that will melt in your 
mouth. Mother is herselt again—if you could 
cook like that!” 
“ It does look nice,” said she, “but I don’t 
believe, after all, it will prove any better than 
the one J made last Christmas.” 
“ Not taste better than yours ! I guess then 
it will. I tell you, Mary, you’ll own after 
this, you never knew any thing about a chick¬ 
en pie. You may well, father, be proud of 
your wife's cooking. I shall be proud of mine 
when she bakes me a pie like this.” And he 
interlarded the whole meal with like expres¬ 
sions—praising his mother and causing some 
indirect, and many, too, direct reflections on 
his wife. 
“ Do you really think this a good chicken 
pie ?” asked Mary, as her husband at length 
dropped his knife and fork. 
“ A good one ? yes, and more than that.” 
“And would you like some time to have 
auother like it?” 
“ Indeed I should.” 
“ Well, then, I will make you one next 
Christmas.” 
“You !” His tone was an incredulous one. 
“ Me ! yes. AVhy not me! I made this.” 
Harry’s chair found its place next the wall 
in marvellously quick time, and about as quick¬ 
ly did he walk off towards an old musing spot 
in the woods, but Harry’s wife never after¬ 
wards heard any thing said by him about 
“ mother’s cooking.” 
THE WILL AND THE WAY. 
A young collegian itinerating in the Sate of 
Vermont, fell in company and also in love 
with a very pretty girl, the daughter of an old 
curmudgeon, whose brains were made of saw¬ 
dust, hog’s lard, and molasses, but who, on ac¬ 
count of the spaciousness of his farm, had been 
for many years at the head of the school com¬ 
mittee in the district. The collegian’s attach¬ 
ment for Sally (for that was the name of the 
old fellow’s daughter) was so overpowering, 
that all the logic and philosophy he had learn¬ 
ed was, compared to this force of argument, 
as chaff in a hurricane. But not having the 
wherewithal to winter in the country without 
resort to employment, he intimated to Sally 
that he should like to keep the school in the 
district, viien the kind-hearted girl informed 
him that her father was a committee-man, and 
also informed him what questions would be 
put to him, and how he must answer them if 
lie expected to gain the good graces of her 
father. 
vYccordingly, on Sunday evening, the young 
man of classical lore informed the old ignora¬ 
mus that he would like to take charge of their 
school for the winter, and board in his family. 
Whereupon the old fellow assumed an air of 
much consequence, and asked the same ques¬ 
tions that Sally had informed her lover would 
be asked: 
“ Do you believe in the final salvation o 
the world?” 
“ Most certainly,” answered the young man. 
“ Do you believe that God ever made an¬ 
other man equal to Thomas Jefferson ?” 
“ Certainly not.” 
“ Can you spell Massachusetts ?” 
“ Yes sir.” 
“ Well, spell it.” 
The young man spelt it very distinctly, when 
the father turned to the daughter, and said, 
“ Did he spell it right, Sally ?” 
“ Yes sir,” said the affectionate girl. 
The young man commenced his school the 
next day. How he and Sally made out is an¬ 
other story. 
^Dbei'fisetyeijfs, 
SHEPHERD DOGS. 
Thu subscriber has for sale a few young Shepherd Dogs, 
bred from the woll known dog ‘‘Sweep,” at prices vary¬ 
ing from $10 to $25, according to age and training. 
H. A. LAMPHERE. 
Weedsport, N. Y., May, 1855. 280-2t 
EXCELSIOR AGRICULTURAL WORKS, 
WAREHOUSE ANII SEED STORE, — OLD STAND, 
369 & 371 Broadway, Albany, N. Y. 
EXCELSIOR HORSE POWERS 
“ THRESHERS AND SEPARATORS, 
“ CIDER MILL, “ KRAUSFR’S PATENT,” 
“ CROSS-CUT SAW MILLS, 
“ CIRCULAR SAW MILLS. 
FISK RUSSELL’S MOWING MACHINE. 
“ KING OF THE MOWERS.” 
ALSO, 
Wright's, Bubrail’s, Manny’s and Kktchum’s Mowers 
and Reapers,— and a full and complete assortment of 
AGRICULTURAL MACHINES AND IMPLEMENTS, 
Wholesale and Retail, at the lowest prices,— all war¬ 
ranted. [280-3] May 10, 1855. 
SEYMOUR & MORGAN’S 
PATENT NEW YOlGv REAPER 
With Self-Raking Attachment. 
Tim superiority of tho New York Reaper over all oth¬ 
ers, as conceded by the grain growers of the Unitod 
States, is established beyond a question of doubt. Tho 
only complaint was, that like the ordinary hand raking 
reapers, tho necessary labor in discharging the grain by 
hand, was still required. To overcome this difllculty, by 
tho construction of machinery, has been our study for 
years, and we havo at length succeeded. It is now no 
longer a theory, hut has been proved by the actual tost 
of a largo number of machines put out by us during tho 
last harvest, that the SEI.F-RAKE ATTACHMENT will 
doposito tho grain in suitable gavols, and in better shape 
for the binders, than can lie done by any hand-raking 
reaper. Among all tho Self-Rakes put out by us, no com¬ 
plaint in regard to its operation has been made. In con¬ 
sequence of tho universal satisfaction by the farmers, 
and tho great demand for this machine, we havo boon 
induced to commence the manufacture of a largo num¬ 
ber for the harvest of 1855. 
We claim precedence for our machine in consequence 
of actual test; also, in consideration of the following 
principles embodied in our patents : 
1. The Self-Rake being under tho control of the driver, 
sheaves can be made of any required size: but one man 
is required in the mangement of the machine. 
2. The cast, patent, combination box, containing aU tho 
smaller gear, combines groat strength and durability, 
preventing any displacement of tho goarings whatovor. 
In this it possesses great advantages over any othor 
reaper. No failure in the large number made. 
3. The Knife or Sickle is seriated and in sections that 
cannot he clogged, and in case of accident can be repair¬ 
ed by any good blacksmith. 
4. The Reaper will cut 6 feet to 6 %, with good driving, 
while ordinary machines cut live feet or less, and no ad¬ 
ditional draft on account of tho Self-Rako attachment. 
We now offer tho New York Reaper as a perfect SELF- 
RAKING REAPER, under our usual Warranty. The 
Reaper shall be well made, of good material, and dura¬ 
ble with proper care. Can cut from 15 to 20 acres per 
day with one span of horse3, doing the work better than 
can be done by ordinary cradling, depositing the grain in 
gavels for tho binder, in as good shape, or better than 
when discharged by hand. The rake, at the will of the 
driver, saves the hard labor of one man. Price at the 
factory, with extra sickle sections, extra guards, wrench¬ 
es, kc., is $140. This strong guaranty under which we 
sell, or NO PAY, is sure protection to the purchaser; to¬ 
gether with our great experience, now over 10 years, 
mostly devoted to the manufacture of Reaping Machines, 
which enables us well to understand the wants of the 
farmers. It now becomes us again to make our acknowl¬ 
edgment to the farmers for the liberal patronage hithorto 
extended to us. We have greatly enlarged our works 
with increased facilities, and hope to be able to supply 
the demand. 
Mr. WM. BOSWORTEI is our general agent in Illinois, 
Wisconsin and Iowa, in place of Mr. S. G. Wililams. who 
has heretofore acted for us, and Mr. WILLIARD FISHER, 
agent for Michigan, and are fully authorized to appoint 
sub-agent3, to sell, collect, or do any business relating to 
machines. SEYMOUR, MORGAN & Co. 
Brockport, Monroe co., N. Y. 
Among tho largo number of TESTIMONIALS, the fol¬ 
lowing few certificates establish the importance of the 
Self Raking Attachment to tho Reaper : 
Wheatland, Oct. 16, 1854. 
Messrs. Seymour k Morgan : Gents.—I have used one 
of your Self-Raking Reapers, tho past harvest, and can 
say that it does its work better, in all kinds of grain, 
than it is possible to do it by hand. Hereafter, all farm¬ 
ers who study their own interests, will demand a Reaper 
with the Raking Attachment. One invaluable recom¬ 
mendation to your rake is, that it is perfectly under the 
control of the diiver, who can ungear it, so as to accom¬ 
modate it to any sort of grain, thereby making the 
sheaves of proper size, in either light or heavy grain. 
Yours, respectfully, SAMUEL WOOD. 
Lb Roy, Nov. 4, 1854. 
I would say to the farmers that I have used Seymour & 
Morgan’s Self-Raking Reaper. It worked far beyond my 
expectation; tho work was done far better than can be 
raked by hand. I will say, also, that it is a great labor- 
saving Reaper, saving the labor of one man, and doing 
the work better. CORNELL WILLIAMS. 
Union, Oct., 1854. 
I have used both your old New York Reaper and your 
Self-Raking Reaper on my farm. The latter is a great 
improvement. It leaves the grain more compact and in 
better shape, so as to save from one-fourth to one-third 
of the labor in binding—doing tho work better than can 
bo done by the best of rakers, and it saves the hard labor 
of one man. My grain was very heavy, and part of it 
badly lodged, and with but one man, (the driver,) it went 
through my harvest without detention from breaks or 
getting out of order, and with ease to tho team, doing tho 
work better than it could have been done in any other 
way. My idea is that there is little room left for im¬ 
provement in Reaping Machines. 
Yours, respectfully. REUBEN PAINE. 
Caledonia, Oct. 23, 4854. 
Dear Sir— I have the pleasure to acknowledge that I 
have used one of your Self-Raking Reapers, the pastyear, 
and I must say that I think tho principle is good—sur¬ 
passing any thing of the kind now in use. I know of no 
Iteapor that I would recommend to tho farmers of tho 
country besides yours. 
With respect, DANIEL M’PIIERSON. 
BnocKroRr, Nov. 9, 1854. 
Messrs. Seymour k Morgan : Gents.—I used one of 
your Self-Raking Reapers, the past harvest. I consider 
your Raking Attachment of very groat importance to tho 
value of tho machine. It does it3 work much hotter than 
it i3 possible to do it by hand, and boing so completely 
under the control of the driver, is adapted to light or 
heavy grain; and I am of tho opinion that hereafter, no 
reaper will be considered worth using without the rakor 
attachment. Yours, respectfully, THOS. CORNES. 
References—S amuel Wood, Wheatland ; Dan’l M’Pher- 
son, Caledonia ; A. F. Miner, Batavia ; W. C. Tracy, Al¬ 
exander ; C. J. Mansfield, Bloomlleld; Benj. Boworman, 
Wheatland ; Hiram Randall, Stafford : John Lathrop, Staf¬ 
ford ; Daniel Eckly, Pittsford ; A. Mc’Loan, Caledonia ; 
N. S. Godfroy, Elba; Cornoll Williams, Le Roy; L. Rath- 
bone, Oakflold; Joshua Field, Bergen; S. Harmon, Wheat- 
land. 280-2t 
“FALSE IMPRESSIONS.” 
To The Pubijc.— The Agricultural Warehouse and Seed 
Store has not been removed, as certain parties have infor¬ 
med the Public, but “still lives” at the Old Stand, 369 and 
371 Broadway, Albany, N. Y , where a complete assort¬ 
ment of Agricultural and Horticultural Machines and Im¬ 
plements of ovory natno and variety, manufactured by 
the subscriber himself and obtainod from tho best man¬ 
ufacturers in tho country, can be found. The Seeds, both 
Field and Garden, are all of last year’s growth, and arc 
warranted pure, and as choap, if not chouper, than thoy 
can be bought at any other place in tho city. Thq Sales 
Rooms, for the display and sale of Agricultural Machines 
and Seeds, are the most spacious in the city, and the 
stock is certainly larger and bettor than at any other es¬ 
tablishment of tho kind in this part of tho country. A 
liberal discount to tho trade. RICH’D II. PEASE, 
280-21 369 k 371 Broadway, Albany, N. Y. 
N. Y. STATE AGRICULTURAL SOCIETY’S 
PREMIUMS ON FARMS, 
PrranuMS are offorod for 1855, of $50, $30, and $20, on 
Farms of not less than 50 acres, exclusive of wood and 
waste land, regard being had to the quantity and quality 
of produce, tho mannor and expense of cultivation, and 
tho actual products. 
Questions to bo answered by tho applicant will bo fur¬ 
nished by the Secretary on application. 
f®. Notice must ho given to tho Secretary on or be¬ 
fore tho 1st of July, by persons intending to compete, so 
that some membor or members of tho Executive Com¬ 
mittee may visit and examine tho farms entered for com¬ 
petition, and report on tho same. 
280-4t B. P. JOHNSON, Secretary. 
Agricultural Rooms, Albany, May 16, 1855. 
PERUVIAN GUANO— NoT 1, 
With Government brand and weight upon each bag, 
(in bond,) at $40 per ton of 2,000 pounds. This article is 
taken from tho lower part of tho cargoes, constantly ar¬ 
riving, and is considered equally as good, by many farm¬ 
ers, as the dry. 
Peruvian Guano, No. 1, dry, price $48 per ton of 2,000 
pounds. 
For sale at the Agency. ANTOINE LONGETT. 
280-4t 34 Cliff st., corner of Fulton, New York. 
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City Publishing House, 32fouth 3d street, Philadelphia, 
or to the Quoon City Publishing Iloufe, No. 116% Main 
stroet, Cincinnati. Painplo copy of “ Danger in the Dark” 
sent by mail, post paid, on receipt of $1 in postage 
stamps or bank hill funds. 280-2t 
TILLINGHAST’S CENTRIFUGAL CHURN. 
This Churn was exhibited with fourteen others, (among 
them the French Churn which took the 1st prize at the 
Great World’s Fair,) at the N. Y. Crystal Palace, and the 
following Report was brought in by tho Committee for 
awarding Prizes in that Department : 
“ Repeated trials wero made of the several churns on 
exhibition, the last of which was tho most satisfactory. 
At this trial, tho Centrifugal Churn, invented by Joseph 
B. Tillinghast, of Ohio, was eminently successful, com¬ 
pletely outstripping all others in overy respect, but most 
particularly in the quality and excess of quantity which 
it produced from tho earno amount of cream employed 
in the other churns. 1 wo gallons of sweet creanr were 
required of each exhibitor, the whole was thoroughly 
mixed, and then equahy distributed by tho jury. The 
rosult was, that tho butter produced and gathered in live 
minutes by the Contrifugal Churn, was of a better hue, a 
richer quality, and weighed four and a half ounces more 
than the product of any other churn, and brought in 
much less time. 
Its efficiency, simplicity, and superiority, constrain us 
to award to the Centrifugal Churn the Prize Medal, with 
our special approbation. H. Wager, N. Y., Ch’n. 
W. Newbold, N. J. J. W. Proctor, Mass. 
Wm. Evans, Canada. Fh. R. Freas, Pa. 
Henry S. Babbit, Ohio, Secretary. 
For an engraving and description of this Churn, see 
the Rural Netv-Yorker, of Aug. 26,1854, page 251. 
Tho subscribers own the Patent for the Counties of Or¬ 
leans and Niagara, and can supply the churns, at $5 or 
$5,50, according to size. Orders should be addressed to 
D. W. TINKHAM and L. GRISWOLD, 
279-2t eow East Sholby, Orleans Co., N. Y. 
DOMESTIC ANIMALS AT PRIVATE SALE. 
L. G. Morrls’ Illustrated Catalogue with prices attach¬ 
ed of Short-horned and Devon Bulls, and Bull Calves, a 
fow Horses, South-Down Rams, Berkshire, Suffolk, and 
Essex Swine, will bo forwarded by mail (If desired) by 
addressing L. G. Morris, Fordham, Westchester Co , N. 
Y., or N. J. Becar, 187 Broadway, N. Y. It also con¬ 
tains portrait, Podigreo, and performance on the turf, of 
tho celebrated horse "Monarch," standing this season at 
tho Herdsdale Farm. 278-tf. 
HENRY C. VAIL, 
CONSULTING AGRICULTURIST, NEWARK, N. J.„ 
Wnx visit farms, and give suitable advice for their im¬ 
provement, founded on an analysis of thh soil and a 
statement of its mechanical condition. Communications 
addressed as above, will meet with prompt attention. 
References —Prof. Jas. J. Mapes ; R. L. Pell, Esq., Ulster 
Co., N. Y.; J. J. Scoflleld, Esq., Morristown, N. J.; Hon. 
John Newton Gould. Hudson, N. Y. 272-0t 
1855. CUTLER & PALMER 1855. 
GENERAL FORWARDING AND COMMISSION MERCHANTS, 
Corner Lloyd and Canal streets, and Commercial Slip, 
Buffalo, N. Y. 
Nurserymen, Seodsmen, persons removing to the West, 
and others sending their property to our care, may rely 
upon its being handled carefully, and forwarded to its 
destination with dispatch, by the most roliable and direct 
routes, and the lowest rates of transportation. 
WM. K. CUTLER. [279-tf ] J. H. PALMER. 
IMPROVED PATENT SCYTHE SNATH. 
A New and Improved Patent Scythe Snath made from 
Wrought Iron. 
Light, firm, and durable, and pronounced by very 
many who have used them for two season’s past, supe¬ 
rior to any other Snath. 
Manufactured only by Lamson, Goonxow & Co., (long 
known as makers of Lamson’s Patent Wood Snaths,) and 
for sale at their Warehouse, No. 7 Gold St., New York, 
and by tho Hardware and Agricultural trade generally, 
throughout the country. 277-13t 
CUSTOM AND FLOURING MILL FOR SALE, 
At a good bargain, situated at West Vienna, Ontario Co., 
N. Y., now in good order, and doing a fair business, 
with a dwelling house ; also a Plaster Mill, which will be 
sold separate or together, to suit purchasers. Is thore 
any bettor property than mills, or can there be for some 
yoars to come ? The high pricos for grain must continue 
for some time. Inquiro of E. LAUGHLIN, tho Miller, or of 
274-6toow R. PRICE, Arcadia, Wayne Co., N. Y. 
FORBUSH’S 
IMPROVED MOWING & REAPING MACHINE. 
Manufactured by “ The American Mowing and Reaping 
Machine Company," at Buffalo, N. Y. 
This Macnine is warranted to cut from 10 to 15 acres of 
grass or grain per day, with one span of horses, and to 
do tho work as well as can be done by any other single 
or combined machine. It has been in use during the 
three past seasons, has boen thoroughly and satisfactori- 
ally tested ; and with the present improvements, Is the 
most perfect combined machine in tho world. 
Price of the Mower,.$110 
Do. Mowor and Reaper,.130 
Do. Mower and Reaper with Reel.140 
Terms, Cash in Buffalo. Address all orders, or com¬ 
munications to CHAS. W. SMITH, Sec’y, 
272-3m Buffalo, N. Y. 
WAREHOUSE AND SEED STORK 
REMOVED to 
No. 52 State Street, Comer of Green, Albany, N. Y. 
K ETC HU M’S MOWER. 
The subscribers would inform thoir patrons and the 
public, that thoy are tho sole authorized Agonts for this 
city and vicinity for the sale of the above Machine. 
All desiring Mowers, who can obtain thorn direct from 
this point, should send in their orders early, that they 
may be placed on fllo, stating time to bo delivered, as 
tho supply will bo limited, and early orders only will 
secure them beyond disappointment. 
Tho Two-Horse Mower made in Buffalo will bo furnish¬ 
ed to all orders except in New England. Those ordering 
Two-Horse Mowers from New England, will be supplied 
with those made in Worcester, Mass. Tho One-Horse 
Mowor, capable of cutting a swarth three and a half foot 
wide, will bo furnished to all ordering them. They offer 
them on the most favorable terms, and with renowod 
assurance of their utility. With tho recent improve¬ 
ments in their manufacture, thoy are without doubt the 
best, if not the only well-established Mowers now before 
the public. 
For sale at the Albany Ag. Works on Hamilton, liberty 
and Union St., Albany. 271-8toow EMERY BROTHERS. 
ATKIN’S SELF-RAKING REAPER & MOWER. 
Turku seasons use of this ingenious, beautiful, and yet 
slmplo Macqine, furnish convincing proof of practical 
worth. Tiikkk Hundred, scattorod into nineteen different 
States the past season, mostly in incxperiencod hands, and 
nearly all giving good satisfaction, cutting from fifty to six 
hundred acres, proves it not only strong and servicable, 
but also simplo and easily managod. It savos not only 
tho hard work of raking, but lays tho grain in such good 
order as to save at least another hand in binding. 
It is warranted to bk a good, durable, Self-Raking 
Reaper, and I havo also succeeded in attaching a mowing 
bar, so that I also warrant it as a Mower. 
Brice, at Chicago, of Reapers, $170 ; of Mowing Bar, $30. 
Discount on the Reaper, $15 ; and on Mowing Bar, $5, for 
cash in advance, or on delivory. Price of Mower, $120. 
flQf* Pamphlets giving all the objections ami difficulties, as 
well as commendations, sent free,on post paid applications. 
AGENTS, suitably qualified, wanted in all soctions where 
there are nono. [261-eow5m] J. S. WRIGHT, 
“ Prairie Farmer ” Warehouse, Chicago, Dec., 1854. 
