MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL, LITERARY AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER, 
THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER. 
Oh ! say, can you see. by the dawn’s early light, 
What so proudly we hail’d at the twilight’s last 
gleaming ? 
Whose broad stripes and bright Stars, thro’ the perilous 
fight, 
O’er the ramparts we watch’d, were so gallantly 
streaming; 
And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in nir 
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still, 
there. 
Oh ! say, does that Star Spangled banner still wave, 
O’or the Land of the Free, and the Home of the Brave? 
On the shore dimly scon, through th9 mists of the deep, 
Where the foe’s haughty host, in dread silence roposes; 
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, 
As it fitfully blows, half conce.sls, half discloses ? 
Now it catches the gleam, of the morning’s first 
beam, 
In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream, 
’Tis the Star Spangled Banner, oh! long may it wavo, 
0 or the Land of the Free, and the 1 lomo of the Bi nvo. 
And where is that b >nd, who so vauntingly swore, 
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion, 
A Home and a Country shall loave us no more? 
Their blood hath washed out their foul footsteps’ 
pollution. 
No refuge could save, the hireling and slave, 
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave. 
And the Star Spangled Banner in triumph shall wave, 
O’er the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave. 
Oh ! thus be it ever, when Freemen shall stand, 
Between their loved homo, and the war’s desolation I 
Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the Heaven rescued 
land, 
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a 
Nation. 
Then conquer we must, for our cause it is just, 
And this be our motto, ‘‘In God is our trust 
And the Star Spangled Banner in triumph shall wave, 
O’er the Land of theFree and the Home of the Brave. 
THE SOUTHERN BELLE: 
OR, WHO LOST THE WAGER. 
OHAPTSR I . 
My uncle Ned liad set. bis heart upon mar¬ 
rying me to my cousin Rosalie; but the thing 
savored of compulsion to me, and I made up 
my mind to be just as obstinate as the nature 
of the case might demand. 
I confess to being a little sentimental. I 
have read heaps of novels in my day, from the 
Children of the Abbey down to Bleak House, 
and the thought of having my uncle pick out 
my wife for me was tolerably repugnant to my 
ideas of propriety and the rights of man. 
Uncle Ned was a jolly old fellow, and 
laughed in my face, when I told him I couid 
not think of such a thing as permitting him 
to select my wife for me. I looked dignified 
and I felt dignified; and I was not a little 
mortified when the old lellow haw-hawed right 
in my face. 
“ But, my boy. she is as rich as mud—with 
an income of eight thousand dollars a year,” 
said he. “ Think of that.” 
“My dear uncle, I beg you will deem me 
above mercenary motives in so important a 
matter as this,” I replied, wiih a seriousness 
in keeping with the solemnity of the topic dis¬ 
cussed. 
“ Perhaps you don’t mean to take a wife_. 
die an old bachelor — eh ?” continued he, 
punching me under the short ribs as he pourea 
out another of his abominable “ guffaws.” 
“ Not so ; on the contrary, I mean to take 
a wife just as soon as I can find one exactly 
suited to my mind.” 
“ And you don't mean to marry a girl that 
has git any money?” 
“ That is perfectly immaterial, sir, as you 
are aware that my fortune is amply sufficient 
without the addition of a wife’s dowry.” 
“But the money wouldn’t do any harm, 
would it?” 
“No, I should not object to a lady who 
possessed the requisite qualifications, because 
she happened to have a fortune at her dispo¬ 
sal, though in my estimation it would add 
nothing to her fitness to become my wife.” 
“ Indeed,” drawled Uncle Ned, looking at 
me with such a funny expression that I could 
not tell whether he was going to laugh or get 
mad. I didn’t care much ; for I deemed it 
beneath his dignity to attempt an interference 
in such a delicate matter. 
“ But, Bob, Rosalie is the most beautiful 
girl in South Carolina. There are thousands 
of young gentlemen of the first families at the 
S outh who would jump at the chance to step 
into your shoes.” 
“They can do so, sir. I tell you plainly 
she can never be my wife, if she were a peart 
and had all Souili Carolina for her dowry,” 
said I, with dignified earnestness. 
“ Whew!” 
“Your sneers will be as useless as your 
persuasions; they shall not move me.” 
‘ But, Bob, you know her father earnestly 
desired that you should be married, before he 
died,” added the uncle, more seriously. 
“ R matters not, sir; I must be entirely un¬ 
embarrassed in the choice of a wife. Let me 
tell you plainly, that, if I had no oilier objec¬ 
tion, the mere fact that, you have attempted 
to draw me into this marriage were a sufficient 
reason fur me to decline it.” 
“Eh! you young puppy, what do you 
mean by that 
‘ Just exactly what I say, viz : that I will 
neither be led or driven into marriage with 
Rosalie. I think we have said enough about it.” 
I had begun to talk a little coolly. lie 
was, in my opinion, treading upon ike prerog¬ 
ative of a freeborn citizen. 
What did the old fogy mean? Did he 
think I hadn’t sense enough to choose my own 
wife? Rosalie was enliiely out of the ques¬ 
tion—I could not, on principle, be driven into 
a matrimonial connection, even though the 
other pariy was an angel and had a dowry of 
eight, thousand a year. 
“ Mr. Bob, listen to reason. Rosalie is 
banIsome. and graceful, and all that sort of 
thing; sings like a nightingale, plays the 
piano and harp, and can talk French like a 
Farisienne.” 
“It matters not, sir ; I object to the prin¬ 
ciple of the thing, md I repeat, I cannot and 
will not marry her. ’ 
“ Bob, you are a fool!” 
“Ami ?” 
“ ’Pun my w r ord you are ; you don’t know 
which side your bread is buttered.” 
“ Enough, sir !” 
“ But, Bob, you will pay us that visit won’t 
you ?” 
“ Certainly; but do not, flatter yourself I 
shall make love to Roea'ie, I shall go pre¬ 
pared to shun her ; yes, to be even uncivil to 
her. If I am, blame yourself lor your impu¬ 
dent interference in my concerns.” 
“ Saucy puppy !” and my uncle laughed. 
We were on the most familiar terms. 
“ You are a meddler ; you make me saucy. 
I trust I shall always be prompt in reseuting 
any invasion of my natural rights.” 
“ Hope you will, my boy ; but 1 will bet 
you a thousand dollars you marry Rosalie.” 
“ Done 1” 
“ But on one condition.” 
“ What?” 
“ That you come to my esfate in South 
Carolina with a susceptible heart — that you 
are not engaged to another.” 
“ I accept the condition,” said I, grasping 
his hand ; “ uncle, you have lost the bet.” 
“ Not yet, Bub ; wait a bit.” 
It was rather foolish in the old fellow to 
make such a silly bet; but 1 was so sure 1 could 
resist the attractions of my cousin even though 
she should prove to be a Venus, that I con¬ 
sidered the money already mine, and what was 
far better, that I had won the victory over 
him. 
That night Uncle Ned started for his plan¬ 
tation in South Carolina. 
CHAPTER II. 
My father died three years be'ore this con¬ 
versation, leaving me an ample fortune. His 
two brothers had bei-n in Souih Carolina for 
thirty years. w..ere the father of R< salie died, 
leaving my Uncle Ned her guardian. 
I had often been told that Rosalie was a 
very pretty girl; but she had been to the 
North only once, and then 1 was traveling in 
Europe, so I had never seen her. 
1 had written Uncle Ned, promising to 
spend a month with him in the autumn.— 
Business had called him to Boston, where our 
interview occurred. He had more than once 
expressed a desire that his brother’s property 
should remain in the family, and pressed me 
to unite my fate to that of his beautiful niece. 
This was out of the question. “ A made-up 
match” was my abomination. Certainly I 
had no other reason for my violent prejudice 
against the marriage. I considered it a sacred 
obligation to fall in love before 1 took a wife, 
and the idea of being pledged to Rosalie be¬ 
fore I had seen her myself was so absurd that 
I had no patience to think of it. 
And then I had a principle for my guidance 
in affairs of the heart, which absolutely for¬ 
bade me to think of such a thiiig as a “ mar¬ 
riage for convenience.” 
The autumn came and I paid my proposed 
visit to Uncle Ned s plantation in South Car¬ 
olina. 
I was disappointed in my cousiu Rosalie.— 
She was a tolerable good looking damsel, but 
in my opinion very far from beirg like the 
beautiful creature she had been pictured tome. 
“ Isn’t she handsome, Bob ?” said my un¬ 
cle. “ Did you ever see such lips, such a head 
of hair, such eyes, such a graceful form ?— 
Isn’t she handsome, eh, you dog?” And the 
old fellow punched me in the rib?, and roared 
with laughter till he nearly split his sides. 
I couldn’t for the life of me see what he was 
laughing at. 
“Isn’t she beautiful, you rogue?” he con¬ 
tinued. 
“ Passable,” I replied very coldly. 
“Passable! You puppy 1 What, do you 
mean to say Rosalie is not handsome?” 
“ Tolerably,” 1 answered, twisting off the 
leaf of a palmetto, which grew by the side of 
the bench on which we were seated just to 
show him how indifferent I was. 
“ Bob,” said he, looking more soberly, “ I 
had an idea you were a man of taste; but I 
see you are as likely to fall in love with one 
of my black wenches as wiih the prettiest girl 
in South Carolina.” 
“ Who’s that, Uncle Ned?” 
This remark was called forlh by the sudden 
appearance on the gravel walk of the loveliest 
creature I ever beheld, and that considering I 
have flirted with ibe belles of Paris, Naples 
and Rome, is saying a great deal. 1 was con¬ 
founded by the sudden apparition and spring¬ 
ing from my seat as if an electric shock had 
rou-ied the slumbering blood in my veins, I 
stood bolt upright before her. 
Shades of Venus! did any one ever see such 
a divine expression! 
I could neither speak nor move, so com¬ 
pletely’ was I paralyzed by the glorious beauty 
of the nymph. 
“ I didn’t know there was any one here,” 
stammered she, with such a delectable blush 
on her cheek, that I nearly went mad with en- 
t'tu iasm. 
Before I could recall my scattered senses the 
beauty bounded away as lightly as a fawn. 
“What the devil ai s vi u, Bob? What 
are you staring at ?” said Uncle Ned. 
“ Who is she!” asked I, clasping my hands 
in the rapturous excitement of ihe moment. 
“ That ? W by that’s little Sy Iphie Howard 
—ODe of Rosalie’s friend-*, who is spending a 
few weeks with her,” he replied, indifferently, j 
“ Beautiful!” said I. 
“She! Passable!” 
“ She is divine !” 
“ Tolerably good looking, but she is nothing 
to be compared to my Rosalie.” 
1 was about to say son etbing saucy ; but 1 
thought since Uncle Ned really believed what 
he said, I would not huit his feelings by deny¬ 
ing it. 
At dinner I met both ladies, and was for- 
mrlly introduced to “ little Sylpkie Howard.’’ 
I was provoked wiih my uncle when he as¬ 
signed me a seat next lo Rosalie. .1 could 
hardly be civil to her, with such a pair of 
beautind eyes beiore me. and I hardly ceased 
to gaze upon Sy Iphie during the hour we spent 
at the tab'e. 
After dinner we w’ent out to ride on horse¬ 
back. Uncle Ned annoyed me again by con¬ 
triving it so that I c mid help Rosalie mount 
her horse, and ride by her side, and he, the pro¬ 
voking old fool—did ihese offices of gallantry 
for Sylphie. 
“ No use, old chap, you shall lose your bet,” 
thought I, and I tried to he civil to my cousin. 
.1 don’t think 1 succeeded very well. I am 
very sure I did not fall in love with her. My 
eyes rested all the time upou the fair and 
graceful horse-woman who rode before me. 
And thus it was for a week. Uncle Ned 
managed to keep me by the side of Rosalie 
nearly all the time. If we played whist she 
was my partner ; if we rode in the carriage 
she sat by my side ; if we walked, he monopo¬ 
lized Sylphie and left Rosalie to me—and 
more than once the old fellow left us alone to¬ 
gether as though be thought 1 was all ready 
to pop the question, and band him over to the 
thousand. 
But I was discreet. I gave her a wide 
berth, and sighed for the love of the beautiful 
Sylphie Howaid. I was head over heels in 
love—would have eloped with her in a mo¬ 
ment, if she would have consented. 
In spite of my uncle’s vigilance, however, I 
lound opportunities to flirt a little with Syl¬ 
phie, and one day I lured her into a grove of 
pa'mettos in the rear of the mansion house. 
Time was precious. I was the hero of a 
novel. Cruel uncles in bob-tail wdgs sought 
to crush out the aflictions of my heart. In 
short 1 threw myself at her feet, and wiih all 
the eloquence that Harvard College had been 
able to crowd into my composition, 1 declared 
my love. I used classic terms, 1 quoted Alii 
ton, Byron and Shakspeare, and cal ed on all 
the gods in the ca eadar of Greece and Rome. 
Did she accept me? Of course she did; 
she couldn’t help accepting me—I am not an 
ill looking fellow, let me say, in extenuation of 
her weakness, and I had popped the question 
in a decidedly original mauner. 
1 primed tw’enty-four kisses on each of her 
pretty cheeks, and she blushed till I thought 
her eye-laches would take fire and cheat me ot 
my prize. 
YVe kept our counsel for two or three weeks, 
and one morniDg, when we were riding out, 
we got away from Unc'e Ned and Rosalicaud 
clipped it away about ten miles to a clergy¬ 
man, who was so obliging as to supply us with 
a marriage certificate. 
We rude back more leisurely. I was in my 
element. An elopement was just the kind of 
excitement to suit me. 
We got back to Uncle Ned’s about dinner 
time. 
“ Where have you been,” asked Uncle Ned. 
“ Over to Rev. Mr.-’s. Allow me to 
present my wife,” said I, with a perfect non¬ 
chalance. 
“ The deuce.” 
“Just so; and Uncle Ned, you have lost 
the wager. One thousand, if you please,” said 
I, holding out my hand. 
“ No you don’t, you puppy.” 
“ Fairly won.” 
“ Is it Rosalie ?” said he turning to my wife. 
“ Eh, what do you mean, Sylphie.” 
“Ha, ha, ha,” roared Uncle Ned. 
I didn’t know what to make of the affair at 
all. 
“ You have lest, Bob,” cried the jolly old 
fellow, as soon as he could speak. 
“ No.” 
“ Fact, Bob,” said he, pointing to her I had 
hitherto known as my cousin, “ this is Sylphie 
Howard.” 
“ You have cheated me, then.” 
“ 1 have cheated you into the handsomest 
wife, and the biggest fortune in South Caroli¬ 
na. The fact Ls, Bob, you were prejudiced 
against Rosalie. You came here lesolved to 
be uncivil to her. I determined to give her a 
fair chance, though I had to tease the jade in¬ 
to compliance. You are caught.” 
“ Not quite, Uncle Ned ; this is not a legal 
marriage. Rosalie was united to me under a 
fictitious name.” 
“ I don’t care a straw for that. You mar¬ 
ried the lady you held by the hand. But, Bob, 
we will have it over again. Do you say so, 
you dog?” 
Of course I did say so. I would not have 
lost my divinity for all the treasure in South 
Carolina. I paid over the money, and Uncle 
Ned gave it to the free schools of the State. 
A lew weeks after we were re-married, and 
I returned to the North with my Rosalie, the 
most beautiful and the most loving wife that 
ever lighted the destiny of a wayward fellow 
like myself. 
HE LEFT A VERY LARGE PROPERTY. 
This is the closing sentence of a recent 
obituary, and it suggests some reflections : 
What a pity he was obliged to leave it!— 
He had taken great delight in accumulating 
it. As he added field to field, farm to farm 
he had looked with pride upon his extended 
domain, conscious that he was the largest 
land holder in his town. His cattle, if not 
wandering upon a thousand 1 ills, t anged over 
more than that number of acres of rich pas¬ 
turage. Stocks, notes, bonds, mortgages, 
crowded his safe. And it tvas all the fruit of 
1 is own industry, energy and good judg¬ 
ment. The rust of usury at d the canker of 
extortion had not scarred any of his gold. It 
was well and fairly earned, and he loved it til 
the more because it was so. It grieved him 
to leave his large property, to depart from 
the world as poor as he came into it, and to 
enter the other world utterly destitule of the 
wealth he so much loved in this. But he had 
to leave it, every <e it of it. 
He might have lakeu it wiih him. Rather 
let us say, be might have sent it forward in 
advance of him. As the capitalist, who con- 
lempla'esmov ngtoafi reign < o ntry.converts 
h;s property into drafts, and lemits from time 
to time to the land of his future residence, so 
he might have made temitiances to i bat, un¬ 
discovered country ; so that on his arrival 
there, he would find abundant treasures laid 
up in heaven for him. Every dollar which he 
had given—consecrating it with sincere prayer 
—‘“to assist in carrying the glad tidings of sal 
vation to the ends of the earth—every con¬ 
tribution in aid of the many Christian enter¬ 
prises for the glory of Cod and the good of 
man—every cup of cold water given to a dis¬ 
ciple in the name of a disciple—every tear of 
pious sympathy for the suffering—every gift 
of kindly ebamy to the needy—would have 
added to the store of his “ durab’e riches.”— 
He might have been rich toward God, and a 
joint-heir with Jesus Christ to an inheritance 
incorruptible, undefiled, and that fadeth not 
away. If it was sad for him to leave that 
large property, how much sadder that he sent 
none ot it before him ! 
It is much pleasanter to go to, than to 
leave a large property. The man who, poor 
in this world’s goods, but rich in faith, closes 
bis eyes upon this life, goes to take possession 
of a large property. He owned not a foot 
of land on earth ; but far him, “ Sweet fields 
beyond the flood stand dieted in living 
green.” Ilis food here was coarse, perhaps 
scanty ; but there, he will cat freely from the 
tree of life which yields twebe manntr of 
fruits. His garments here weie plain ai d 
poor ; but there he shall be clothed in white 
robes, washed and made white in the blood of 
the Lamb. He associates here with those who 
are despised and rejected of men ; but there 
his companions will be an innumerable com¬ 
pany of angels and the general assembly and 
Church of the first burn! Who would not 
rather go to a large property than to leave i(? 
— Vermont Chronicle. 
dbeHigetyepf s. 
A CARD. 
Tire American Mowing and Heaping Machine Co. of 
Buffalo. N. Y., who arc tho assignee* of Forbush’s Pat¬ 
ent, and are making the Forbusli Machine, have settled 
with us to our satisfaction for their infringement of 
Ketchum’s Patent of 26th April 1S53, of which we are 
the assignees. (Signod) HOWARD to r- () , Proprietors 
Buffi lo May 7, ’55. 286-2t of Ketchum’s Patent. 
FARM FOR SALE, 
Containing 207 acre-: of choice farming land, 150 acres 
improved, the balance timbered ; locate i in town of 
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286 Ot ti. VAN RIPER, Waterloo, Seneca Co., N.Y 
For Moore's Rnral Now-Yorker. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 26 letters. 
My 1, 10, 16,10, 9, 23 is an elegant tree. 
My 2, 6, 5 is a kind of whip. 
My 3, 10, 26, 16, 18 is a body of water. 
My 4, 12, 9, 3 is a collection. 
My 6, 16, 7, 2, 19, 26 is a weapon of defence. 
My 6, 12, 10, 23,17, 5, 19 is a Spanish mag¬ 
istrate. 
My 7, 6, 9, 18 is profit. 
My 14, 22, 4,18 is a preposition. 
My 11, 17, 10, 19, 8 is a sore. 
My 13, 20, 9, 18, 25 is a string. 
My 15, 6, 24 is a blow. 
My 21, 19, 16, 13 is to rest upon. 
My whole is a source of great benefit to 
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Answer next week. 
CHARADE. 
What days were they, when I was not, 
For such there were, ’tis said, I wot; 
And yet before that time good Madam, 
I stood in very front of Adam. 
And when all creatures to him came, 
Stepped forth, and was the first to name, 
Yet I confess the truth wdiich says, 
’Tis plain, I was not in those days, 
Yet I bethink me well, nor doubt me, 
There never could be days without me. 
And ever I, as in the past, 
As long as there’s a world, shall last; 
And wheresoe’er is man and speech 
Shall I be heard, my voice shall reach. 
Then, pray, what wretched days were those, 
When I was not, as men suppose ? 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
ARITHMETICAL PROBLEM. 
A pkhson being asked the time of day, re¬ 
plied the day is 11 hours long, and the sun 
rises at 80 minutes past 6 o’clock. If you add 
£ of the time that has elapsed since the sun 
rose, to j of that which must elapse before the 
sun sets, you will have the exact time of the 
day. What w T as the time of day? Cuke. 
||f° Answer next week. 
WOMAN. 
From the lips of woman, every infant hears 
the first accents of affection, and receives the 
first lessons of duty in tenderness and love. 
For the approbation of woman the grown-up 
youth will undertake the boldest enterprise, j 
and brave every difficulty of study, danger, 
and even death itself. 
To the happiness of woman, the man of ma- 
turer years will devote the best energies of his 
mind and body: and from the soothing and - 
affectionate regards of woman, the man who 
is become venerable by years, derives his chief 
consolation in life’s decline. 
Who, then, shall say that one-half of the 
human race, and they confessedly the most 
virtuous and the most amiable, may not he 
entrusted with an intelligence and an influ¬ 
ence equal to our own ? To them, when sor¬ 
row afflicts us, we consign half cur sufferings, 
and they cheerfully relieve us by lightening 
them. 
When joy delights, we give the half of our 
pleasures, and they as readily consent to share 
them. They lessen, by their sympathy, the 
pangs of all our privations, and they increase, 
by their participation, the ecstacy of all our 
delights. They deserve, therefore, the full 
enjoyment of every privilege that it is in our 
power to bestow upon them. 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma in No. 286: 
A jack-knife containing three hundred and sixty-jive 
blades. 
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HOUSEKEEPERS AND ERUPT GROWERS. 
ARTHUR’S PATENT 
Air-Tight, Self-Sealing Can, 
FOR PRESERVING 
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The-o vosscls were thoroughly te-'ted during tho past 
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HUSSEY’S COMBINED MOWER AND REAPER. 
These Machines and a great variety of Agricultural Im¬ 
plements can be purchased at their Store, as above. 285 
EXCELSIOR AGRICULTURAL WORKS, 
WAREHOUSE AND SEED STORE, — OLD STAND, 
369 & 371 Broadway, Albany, N. Y. 
EXCELSIOR HORSE POWERS, 
“ THRESHERS AND SEPARATORS, 
“ CIDER MILL, “ KRAUSIR’S PATENT,” 
“ CROSS-CUT SAW AHLLS, 
“ CIRCULAR SAW MILLS. 
FISK RUSSELL’S MOWING MACHINE, 
“ KING OF THE MOWERS.” 
ALSO, 
Wright’s, Btrrai.l’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. [283-4] RICH. H. PEASE. 
BOUNTY LAND WARRANTS, AND THE 
PUBLIC LANDS! 
Gkokgk M. Smith, of Norwich, Chenango County. N. Y., 
general agent for locating Land Warrants aud purchas¬ 
ing Public Ijinds, will dovoto liis time and personal at¬ 
tention to this business, aided by competent and trusty 
agonts in the several loca itios. lie has made himself 
familiar with this business by investigation, travel, and 
at much expense. Ho will nbo attend to any collecting 
that may be intrusted to him. Address 
GEO. M. SMITH. Norwich, N. Y.; Lansing, Mich.; 
Dubuque, Iowa, or St. Paul, Minnesota. 280-txx 
1855. CUTLER & PALMER 1855, 
GENERAL FORWARDING AND COMMISSION MERCHANTS, 
Corner Lloyd and Canal streets, and Commercial Slip, 
Buffalo, N. Y. 
Nurserymen, Seedsmen, persons removing to the West, 
aDd others sending their Droperty to our care, may rely 
upon its being handled carefully, and forwarded to its 
destination wrth dispatch, by the mo.-t reliahle aud direct 
routes, and tho lowest rates of transportation. 
WM. K. CUTLER. [279 tf] J. II. PALMER. 
IMPROVED PATENT SCYTHE SNATH. 
A New and Improved Patent Scythe Snath made from 
Wrought Iron. 
Light, firm, aud durable, and pronounced by vory 
many who have used them for two season’s past, supe¬ 
rior to any other Snath. 
Manufactured only by Lamson, Goodnow & Co., (long 
known as makers of Inmson’s Patent Wood Snaths,) and 
for salo at their Warehouse, No. 7 Gold St., Now York, 
and by tlie Hardware and Agricultural trado generally, 
throughout tho country. 277-13t 
