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MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER; AN AGRICULTURAL. LITERARY AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
Written for the Rural New-Yorker. 
A DIRGE 
1 RBSrKOTJDLLY 1X£C*)BED TO THE FAEEXDS OF E. A. W. 
I _ 
' Come near, and look cn this young face ! 
I It was but lately she was one of us, 
1 Nor dreamed we that her youthful grace, 
| And buoyant step, and beaming eye— 
Beaming with lore-light—was so nigh 
Unto corruption. Gather ye around, 
With reverent tread, and bear her to the dead, 
Among her kindred dust to lie. 
Ye weep I ’tis well that ye may weep, 
This parting is the last on shores of Time- 
Grief’s wail of anguish o’or your heart-strings sweep ! 
Ye weep ! ah, dry each falling tear ! 
Faith views an angel form appear 
Before God’s throne. List, as a harp is strung, 
And angel wings sweep o’or the glittering strings, 
Ere yet corruption is begun. 
Come near ! look on the paleness of this brow ! 
Is Ehe but sleeping ? Ah, that still, sad smile ! 
That still, sad, changeless smile ! E’en now, 
We listen for the coming breath— 
My soul 1 my soul 1 can this be death ? 
Sealed with a smile—a still, sad, changeless smile ! 
Wake ! wake ! thou loved one from this rest. 
Weep ! weep ! ’tls meet that we should weep, 
She was the loved, the beautiful—she’s gone! 
Weep now ! ’tis nature’s tribute, when the deep 
Within our souls is stirred, to-day, 
The song is sealed upon these lips of clay. 
Those lips are sealed, those soul-lit eyes are sealed, 
Are sealed forever, and for aye ! 
Yet mourn we not as those may mourn. 
Whose spirit light is quenched in starless night; 
’Tis bright and fair beyond the bourne, 
Our cherished friend hath passed—she’s blest, 
Our loved, our brightest, and our best, 
Awaits us there. Come near ! come near ! and bear 
Our loved, and early called to rest. 
Melya Mat. 
gift’s 
Written for Moore’e Rnral New-Yorker, 
COUNTRY COUSINS. 
BY MRS. S. WEBSTER LLOYD. 
(Concluded from last week.) 
It was the middle of July in the summer 
following Ruth’s visit to the city. The wheat 
harvest had just commenced—that busy, busy 
season to the farmer and the farmer’s wife.— 
Every other business had been suspended, and 
every man that could be procured had been 
sent into the field—the mechanic had left his 
shop, the student had abandoned his books, 
even those averse to labor, and those who hold 
themselves above it, had entered the lists, for 
the ripened grain in wheat raising districts— 
the crop of the farmer—must be secured at 
the proper season. Farmer Hastings’ acres 
were many of them golden with the precious 
grain. A small army of men were in the 
field, paired off like dancers at a cotillion par¬ 
ty—the reaper, swinging his huge cradle in 
among the thick straw and laying its rich 
burden at the feet of the binder, who followed 
a step behind. 
Dowlon and Annette were on their way 
to visit Ruth. Dowlon had business that 
called him in that direction, and he determin¬ 
ed to see again the country girl who had so 
fascinated him. He was in love with Ruth ; 
and in his heart he had determined to win her 
if he could, provided he found her as attrac¬ 
tive at home as she had appeared to him in 
society. Ruth had not forgotten Dowlon— 
deep down in her heart his image was hidden, 
so deep that she herself scarcely knew it had 
remained with her so long. That the rich, 
the talented, the admired Mr. Dowlon 
could ever be her lover, was an idea so ab¬ 
surd it never entered even her fancy. — 
The politeness he had shown her during her 
visit was accounted for by Annette’s “ I ask¬ 
ed him to be attentive to you.” Her brother 
Hiram spoke of him in his letters as a par¬ 
ticular friend, but Ruth had never mentioned 
his name, why, she did not know herself. 
As I said, Dowlon and Annette were on 
their way to fanner Hastings’, and attracted 
by the sight of a number of workmen in a 
large field, Dowlon had stopped his horse and 
was noting their operations with eagerness. 
“ Oh, farming is a glorious occupation; 
how I would love to be among those very 
men in that harvest field, provided,” he added, 
“ the wheat was to go into my own grana¬ 
ries.” 
“ You seem to be well acquainted with the 
business,” said Annette. 
“ I was brought up on a farm, until I was 
seventeen, but I could never, swing a cradle 
like the man nearest us,” he returned. 
“ Why that is cousin Oliver, and sure 
enough there is Uncle’s just ahead. I know 
the old place, though I have not seen it in six 
years.” 
“ Six years is a long time, when you live 
within a day’s ride,” said Dowlon ; and he 
started his horse that Oliver might not re¬ 
cognize them and so be obliged to leave his 
work. 
“ I have been in school all that time—only 
home for vacations and back again. I al¬ 
ways used to come once a year, indeed, when 
I was a little child mama and I spent every 
summer here.” 
“ You don’t know much about country af¬ 
fairs, I discover.” 
“ No,” said Annette, “but I love my rel¬ 
atives dearly and mean to take an interest in 
everything, and not have them think I despise 
their manners er pursuits.” 
“ That is a very amiable resolution,” said 
Dowlon with a smile. 
As they drew up, the gate was opened by 
a lad who, with a tidy looking Irish girl, 
came cut with the afternoon lunch for the 
harvesters. Ruth met them at the door, with 
a glad smile. Mr. Hastings shook them 
warmly by the hand, and Mrs. Hastings soon 
appeared to add her kindly welcome. There 
was company at the farm— (when indeed was 
there not,) the young clergyman and his 
mother,—and Mr. Hastings had left his work 
to visit. 
“ I suppose these folks are hungry, Ruth ; 
city folks always are,” said the farmer, in his 
plain, cordial way. Mrs. Hastings had just 
prepared the evening lunch. She was one of 
those women who spared no pains in cooking 
for those who labored hard. “ If any deserve 
and relish a good meal, it is those who work,” 
she used to say, “ and I take more comfort 
getting a dinner for poor men and boys who 
don’t fare very well at home, than for any¬ 
body else in the world.” No laborer at 
farmer Hastings’ was ever put off with infe¬ 
rior food. The lunch had been sent out, but 
plenty remained, and biscuit and butter, pie 
and cheese, and delicious coffee, was soon set 
for the visitors. During lunch the conversa¬ 
tion very naturally turned upon the rich har¬ 
vest then coming in. Annette had been 
watching for an opportunity to say some¬ 
thing to let her humble relatives know her 
education and refinement did not set her up, 
and she now asked— 
“ How many crops of wheat do you get in 
a year, Uncle?” 
She saw Mr. Mortimer’s look of wonder, 
and her aunt and Mr. Dowlon’s smile—she 
saw Ruth blush, and felt her own face crim¬ 
son, when her uncle returned— 
“ I thought if my little niece would come 
into the country she would find her education 
was not quite finished.” 
Mr. Mortimer came to her aid by partly 
replying to her and partly addressing Mr. 
Hastings. 
“ The good God would indeed bless the la¬ 
bors of the husbandman, should he multiply 
the abundant harvest this year.” 
“ One is more than we are thankful enough 
for,” said the farmer. 
Annette did not venture upon another 
question that day. She felt it was not neces¬ 
sary that she should let herself down any 
more, for somehow she had discovered already 
she was below the level of her present com¬ 
pany. The young people strolled off after 
tea, and Oliver joined them when his work 
was done. He could not well leave the field, 
and he invited Mr. Mortimer to supply his 
place and assist Ruth in hunting up the best 
p laces to visit. The next day, and the next 
he was the companion of Annette Hastings 
in their rambles and drives. In the unreserv¬ 
ed intercourse of the country, people thus 
soon become familiarly acquainted, and the 
young clergyman soon found himself strongly 
attracted towards Annette. Her sweet tem¬ 
per, her amiable manners and her really good 
understanding and cultivated mind, for she 
was ignorant in nothing save the plain mat¬ 
ters of every-day life, won upon his regard.— 
Her blunders were infinite, but unless her 
uncle or her cousin Oliver was present, they 
were passed by unnoticed. They bantered 
her unmercifully, and poor Annette sank 
lower and lower in her own estimation, till 
she grew to think herself a perfect dolt. 
It would be an endless task to recount her 
mistakes, or repeat her comical expressions. 
One day she stood looking at her aunt as she 
drew the strainer from the newly pressed 
cheese, exposing the white, tender surface.— 
Suddenly she said—“ It is done now, as soon 
as you put the rind on.” Then she had ask¬ 
ed her uncle “ If bees made honey all the year 
round ?” and she had picked a bunch of po¬ 
tato balls and said to Oliver, “ I thought 
potatoes grew in the ground.” One morning 
Oliver had butchered a veal, and coming in 
with something in a bright tin dish, Annette 
peeped into it and asked what it was. “ Ren¬ 
net,” said Oliver ; “did you ever eat any?” 
“ I have eaten something fried in butter,” said 
' Annette, “ if that isn’t rennet, I don’t think j 
I ever eat any.” 
Dowlon had lingered at the farm nearly a 
week, enjoying the society of Ruth and lov¬ 
ing her more and more as he became better 
acquainted with her, and leaving the business 
he was to attend to still unaccomplished.— 
One morning he declared suddenly he must 
proceed that very day. 
“ Well,” said Annette, mischievously, “as 
Biddy is sick and Ruth has to be in the 
kitchen to-day, I think you had better.” Mr. 
Dowlon was gone two days. 
“ Aunt Mabel,” said Annette, the next 
morning after his return, “ I am going to make 
myself generally useful in the kitchen to-day, 
and release Ruth to entertain Dowlon. 
“ And what will Mr. Mortimer do, An¬ 
nette ?” asked Aunt Mabel. 
“ He will not be here to-day; he said yes¬ 
terday his sermon was not yet prepared, and 
it is now Friday.” 
“ I am afraid his congregation will be the 
losers while you remain,” said Aunt Mabel. 
“Oh no, indeed, Mother,” said Ruth; “I 
expect Mr. Mortimer will exceed himself next 
Sunday.” 
“ Well, but this concern of the kitchen ?” 
said Annette. 
“ Ah, you will be but a poor substitute for 
Ruth.” 
“ I will do my best, and you can tell me as 
you do a raw Faddy when you break them 
in.” 
“ If you will only promise to learn as read¬ 
ily as some of them do,”’ said Aunt Mabel, 
“ Ruth can go, when she has made the pies 
and pudding. I can’t trust you to make 
them, but you can dress the vegetables. The 
potatoes and peas are already in ; take those 
two baskets, go into the garden and fill the 
small one with string beans (Annette had 
helped pick these before) and pull a dozen of 
the largest beets, and you may take a baking 
pan and pull the saffron while you are out. 
You know saffron, Annette?” 
“ Yes, it stands in a long row just back of 
the sage, and the orange coloured flower grows 
out of a sort of burr.” 
“ Yes,” said her aunt, and Annette started. 
She had donned a dark print dress, a wide 
apron, a pair of thick shoes, and a deep sun- 
bonnet of her cousins, and as she took her 
b askets and pan, she was as pretty a country 
maiden as you would wish to see. The Bas- 
sano beets, with their turnip-like bottoms, 
were easily pulled, their tops cut, and depos¬ 
ited in the larger basket; then the other bas¬ 
ket was filled with the tender pods of the 
young beans, and placed upon them,and An¬ 
nette next turned her attention to the saff¬ 
ron. This was a harder task,—the plants had 
grown very large and were firmly rooted in 
the rich earth; the rough bark and half- 
prickly leaves made sad havoc with her deli¬ 
cate hands, but she was anxious to succeed, and 
shielding them with her apron, she exerted all 
her strength and laid plant after plant upon 
the huge pile she was building. 
“ You had better save that last stalk for 
seed,” said Oliver, looking over the fence on 
the back side of the garden. 
“ Aunt did not tell me to leave any,” said 
Annette. 
“ But I know she would like one plant for 
seed. Come, Annette,” he continued, “ I am 
going to tbs house and will help you in with 
your load.” 
Annette gathered up her arms full of the 
saffron, and Oliver followed her with the bas¬ 
kets in one hand and the remainder of the 
saffron under his long arm. Mrs. Hastings 
was dipping off the whey from her curd, when 
hearing footsteps she looked round and saw 
Annette, with her tired and heated look, and 
her great load of plants, standing at the open 
door, while Oliver’s quizzical face looked in 
behind her. 
“ Mercy sakes!” she exclaimed, “ why Oli¬ 
ver, what made you let her pull up the 
saffron ? ” . 
“ I only got there in time to save a single 
plant, mother.” 
“ You told me to pull the saffron, Aunt,” 
said Annette, wondering what had gone 
wrong now. 
“ I meant pull the flowers, child,” said 
Aunt Mabel, and overcome with the funny 
mistake, and the ludicrous appearance of the 
two standing at the door, she yielded to an 
immoderate fit of laughter, in which she was 
heartily joined by Oliver. Ruth and Dow¬ 
lon left the parlor to see what was the mat¬ 
ter, and to join in the laugh, and Mr. Morti¬ 
mer, who had just entered the gate, attracted 
by the merriment, came round to the kitchen 
door just as Annette threw down her bundle 
and ran away. He only stayed to learn the 
state of affairs, and then followed her. He 
found her in the garden weeping beside the 
solitary remaining stalk of the unfortunate 
saffron. 
“ Oh, Mr. Mortimer,” said poor Annette, 
“ I am so distressed at my ignorance and my 
constaat blunders, and my Cousin Oliver 
makes such a laughing stock of me.” 
“ Don’t be troubled at this mistake ; it is 
more your aunt’s fault than yours. I believe 
I should have made the same myself, if I had 
been sent to pull the saffron,” he returned. 
“ No, you would have known you were not 
expected to put all the plants upon one little 
baking pan, and gone back to inquire.” 
“ Well, never mind, my dear Miss Hastings, 
the saffron is of little account any way. I 
have many times seen you annoyed about 
such mistakes, and wished to comfort you.— 
At first I thought you were one of those who 
despise all these country things and think an 
ignorance of them a great credit.” 
“ Oh, no,” returned Annette warmly. “ I 
never despised my cousins, though I confess I 
sometimes looked down upon them. I did not 
know, Mr. Mortimer, how utterly ignorant I 
was, and how superior their knowledge was to 
any I might possess.” 
“ You are giving them an undue advantage 
now ; it is neither discreditable to you, or 
your cousin Ruth, that you are ignorant of 
what has never come before your attention, 
and as you have been placed, each is necessa¬ 
rily ignorant of the pursuits of the other.” 
“ Oh, do not try to excuse me to myself, 
Mr. Mortimer,” said Annette ; “ I do not 
care for pulling the saffron, and I should not 
have been vexed enough to cry, if I had not 
been so tired and worried,—neither do I care 
about putting the egg in the coffee whole, or 
such things, but my ignorance of nature,— 
of the works of the great God, —I ought to 
feel ashamed of, and you felt mortified for 
me when I asked the other day if I had not 
flowers enough to keep one swarm of bees 
when Ruth’s little garden kept so many.” 
“ Let us walk in the orchard, Annette— 
Miss Hastings,” said Mr. Mortimer, “ I have 
left my unwritten sermon to spend this last 
day of your stay with you.” 
As they wandered on, he told her how he 
had grown sensitive to her mortifications on¬ 
ly when he found he had learned to love her, 
—far too well,” he said, “ unless she would 
allow him to hope they might one day briDg 
her to the parsonage, his own dear wife.”— 
Three hours elapsed ere they returned, and 
during that time Mortimer had been “re¬ 
ferred to papa.” Upon becoming thoroughly 
acquainted with the young minister, Dr. 
Hastings gave a willing consent, telling An¬ 
nette jocularly, “ there were but two men in 
the world to whom he had rather resign her.” 
“ But I lost all chance of captivating 
Dowlon from your asking Ruth to our party, 
and if it were not wrong to marry one’s 
cousin, and if Hiram could ever be brought 
to love anything but his books, I should so 
dread Oliver’s—” 
“ Coming to eat rennet,” said her cousin, 
as he opened the door. “ I only heard ‘ I 
should so dread Oliver’s,’ so you need not 
blush so, Annette. Don’t you welcome me, 
especially when I have come down purposely 
to get goodies and invite you all to wedding.” 
The cousins soon changed places, and if 
there was no more genteel and ladylike wo¬ 
man in the city of R-than Mrs. Dowlon, 
there was not a more discreet or amiable 
woman in the whole country than the sweet 
wife of Parson Mortimer. 
SHEEP FOB SALE. 
I have a few Bucks and Ewes of the French, Spanish 
and Leicester breed. Also, cross-breed between French 
and Spanish, which I will sell at reasonable prices.— 
My cross-breed Ewes are in lamb by a Silesian Buck. 
I also have a few Brahma Fowls to spare at $2 to $4 the 
trio. 
Wanted —aged from 9 to 18 months—a Suffolk Boar 
and two Sows, for which a fair price will be paid for 
choice animals. Address, E. G. COOK, 
310 Belleville, Jefferson Co., N. Y. 
A. E. HARMON, 
ATTORNEY AND COUNSELLOR AT LAW, 
DUBUQUE, IOWA. 
War. enter Land and pay Taxes in Ft- DesMoines, Ft. 
Dodge and Decorrah Laud Districts, Iowa, and invest 
money on Real Estate for high rates of interest. 
References —D. D. T. Moore, Rochester, N. Y.; Hugh 
T. Brooks, Esq , Pearl Creek, Wyoming, N. Y.; R. K. 
Sanford Esq., Fulton, N. Y. 309 
VALUABLE NEW PATENT FOB SALE 
1855. 
Clarke’s Chimney Safe is being ordered for next 
season, and will be supplied to fill all orders, if possible, 
for every new Chimney in the country. Tho casting 
weighs 60 to 80 lbs. or over, as desired, and can be 
made in any furnace. The best insurance policy is to 
make the chimney safe from all danger offices in the flues. 
For description; prices, &c., address, with return post 
stamp, GEO. B. CLARKE, Patentee, 
310 Leonardsville, Madison Co., N. Y. 
FAIRFIELD SEMINARY, 
Rev. JOHN B. VAN PETTEN, A. M., Principal. 
Fairfield, Herk. Co., is the Location of this Institu¬ 
tion, a village remarkable for its healthfulness and 
beauty of scenery, being entirely free from the vicious 
influences of cities or larger villages. It is 7 miles from 
the Central Railroad at Little Falls, and 11 from Herki¬ 
mer, from which place students are conveyed free the 
first day of each term. 
Advantages, &c. — It has five large and capacious 
buildings, ample for over 300 Students Ladies building 
new, furnished with a pleasant Gymnasium, and is con¬ 
nected with the Chapel and Boarding Hall. Faculty 
large and experienced in teaching the solid and orna- 
rneutil branches, granting Diplomas to Ladies complet¬ 
ing the graduating course, and preparing Gentlemen for 
advanced classes in College, and for Commercial and 
other pursuits. Library and Apparatus hardly equalled 
by that of any similar Institution in tho State. Disci¬ 
pline firm and uncompromising, but exorcised in all 
kindness and affection. Tuition from $4 to $6 per term. 
Ornamentals at low rates. Board and washing $1,50 
per week. Winter Term (of 14 weeks) opens Dec. 19<k, 
1855. For circulars or to engage rooms, address the 
Principal or _ [309] I. MATHER, Sec’y. 
THEE SEEDS WANTED. 
Horse Cuesnuts, Plum Pitts, Quince Seeds, Ac. 
302 S. MOULSON, 36 Front Street. 
FARM FOR SALE. ~ 
Situated in Irondequoit, five miles from Rochester, and 
about one mile from the village of Charlotte, containing 
172 acres, with good buildings, choice fruit, Ac., Ac.— 
For particulars apply to the subscribers on the prem¬ 
ises, or inquire ol D. D. T. Moore, Esq., at the Rural 
Office. C. B. CORNWELL, 
309 SILAS B. COLT. 
The attention of Parents and Teachers, School Commission¬ 
ers, Superintendents, and the Friends of Popular Edu¬ 
cation, is respectfully called to 
The Pictorial Edition of 
WEBSTER’S ELEMENTARY SPELLING BOOK, 
CONTAINING 
One Hundred and Sixty beautiful Engravings, Designed 
and Engraved expressly for this Book. 
This edition is word for word, and page for page, the 
same as the edition without the engravings, and there, 
fore may be used in the same class. It is well printed 
on fine paper, and well bound, and is intended for those 
who are willing to pay a trifle more for a better and 
more substantial book. Retail price, 15 cents. 
Published by Gbo. F. Cooledge A Bro. , New York. 
A large lot just received and for sale by 
E. DARROW A BRO., Rochester. 
Together with 3,000 Elementary Spellers at wholesale— 
cheap edition. 308 
FRUIT AND ORNAMENTAL TREES, 
SHRUBS, & c., 
FOR SALK BY 
JAMES VICK & Co., ROCHESTER, N. Y. 
JAMtS VICK, GEO. MARSHALL, 
Editor and Publisher “ Genesee Firmer,” 
and late publisher of the “ Horticulturist.” 308 
MOOSE’S "RURAL NEW-XQBKER,. 
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December, 1865. 
A New Work on Cottage Architecture. 
THE ECONOMIC COTTAGE BUILDER ; 
OR, 
COTTAGES FOR MEN OF SMALL MEANS, 
Adapted to every Locality, with Instructions for 
Choosing the most Economical Materials Afford¬ 
ed by the Neighborhood: 
TO WIUCH ARK ADDED many 
VALUABLE HINTS AND USEFUL OBSERVATIONS, 
Illustrated with Tinted Designs on Stotu\ 
BY CHARLES P. DWYER, 
ARCHITECT AND CIVIL ENGINEER. 
In OneOctaoo Volume, Cloth, Gilt, Illustrated. Price $1,25. 
This work is intended to meet the wants of a class of 
people who may desire to build and own houses for their 
own residences, which shall not consume all their means 
and leave them with a structure only partly finished.— 
The instructions are all practical, and embraco statistics 
for building overy grade of Cottago from the house com¬ 
posed of logs, to tho ornamental and finished residence. 
A largo number of valuable receipts, never before made 
public are addod, and those who desire to build within 
their means will find them invaluable. Tho illustra¬ 
tions, 24 in number, and tho ground plans, are beauti¬ 
fully done, and the work will be issued in a style com¬ 
mensurate with its merits. Agents wanted to sell this 
work. 
Those wishing early supplies, should address, 
WANZF.R, McKIM & Co., 
Publishers, Buffalo, N. Y. < 
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and sending copy of paper to tho publishers, will bo on- I 
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