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MOORE'S RURAL NEW-YO RKER *. AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
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[For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker.] 
“THERE IS A NAMELESS SPELL” 
BY J. C. MILLER. 
There is a nameless spell 
Which holds my soul in thrall, 
Whene’er I view the pallid moon 
On heaven’s cerulean wall— 
I seem to hear the stars 
Ring out their changing chime, 
In welcome to their throned queen 
Who rideth forth sublime I 
I seem to see them cast 
Their burning crowns before 
Her shining car, to pave the way 
Across heaven’s azure floor. 
And when her placid brow 
Sheds holy light on mine, 
My loyal heart its homage pays 
At her celestial shrine. 
Beneath the burning sun— 
The garish glare of noon, 
My fancy droops, my spirit faints. 
But when the stars and moon, 
Those lamps of ray serene 
Relight their evening fires, 
. My soul is thrilled with melody 
From thousand charmed lyres 1 
And this it is that holds 
My dreaming soul in thrall, 
Whene’er I view the pallid moon 
On heaven’s cerulean wall I 
Russel, 0., March, 1854. 
BEING SOMEBODY; 
1 SKETCH FOR I0HHG MRS ASH BOYS. 
BY ELIZA A. CHASE. 
“ Oome, William, you will go with us this 
afternoon,” said James Grey to his cousin. 
“No, James, I have already given you my 
reasons for refusing,” was the reply. 
“ A fig for such reasons! You can’t afford 
the time! Why, man—or boy, rather, for you 
will never be a man—what is one afternoon, 
that you are so afraid of spending it!” 
“Much, very much, James. I have a diffi¬ 
cult plan almost completed, and wish to finish 
it while the idea is fresh in my mind.” 
“That everlasting plea again. Some old 
machinery, enough to puzzle the brain of Ar¬ 
chimedes himself Are you going to invent a 
perpetual motion? I do declare, you are 
enough to provoke the patience of a saint— 
Forever moping over plans, diagrams, and 
models, and heathenish machinery, that would 
make one think your room a pagan temple.— 
I expect you will apply for a patent for au im¬ 
provement in the car of Juggernaut But it is 
>|jS of no use to talk to you, for you are joined to 
$ your idols.” 
“ I would try to be somebody,” he pettishly 
continued, as he turned toward the door. 
“Would you, James?” was the quiet reply of 
William, “ well, 1 am trying to be somebody.” 
“You take a strange way for it, though.— 
Here you are shut up in this dismal room, 
night after night, never enjoying a harmless 
trick with the rest of us, or giving yourself any 
of the indulgences that make life pleasant.— 
Even a holiday makes no difference with you. 
One would suppose you loved the very sight 
of the tools and workshop, for you have them 
forever with you.” 
“ Don’t get excited, James,” said William, 
smiling, “ Come, be serious now. Do I neg¬ 
lect any of my duties? Do I not perform as 
much labor and succeed as well in my trade as 
any of you? And as for enjoyment, no one 
loves pleasure better than I do. I should en¬ 
joy a sail with you this afternoon very much, 
but my means of improvement are limited, and 
but little of my time can I call my own.” 
“James, we are machinists, causing gross, 
material substances to assume shapes of beauty 
and fitness, under the mysterious supremacy of 
onr wills. Some call this a low, a common bus¬ 
iness, a mechanical operation; but it is not so. 
There is a mental power to which matter must 
bow, and there is nothing higher than to ele¬ 
vate and ennoble our conceptions, so as to 
make this plastic matter subservient to the 
best interests of man. It is thus improvements 
are made. First, the ideal, then the corres¬ 
ponding outward form. In my mind there is 
shadowed forth, though but dimly-” 
“ Save me from such learned inflictions,” ex¬ 
claimed James. “I have no taste for what I 
canuot understand. Well, William, be a 
dreamer if you please, I am for active life and 
its pleasures. Hurrah for our sail, and good¬ 
bye to the second Fulton 1” >■ • 
“ Poor James! A mere hewer of wood and 
drawer of water,” said William, as he closed 
the door and resumed his occupation. 
“Where’s Will?” cried several voices, as 
James joined his companions in the street 
“ Oh, in his room, of course, calculating how 
much beetle power it will take to draw an 
acorn up an ant-hill.” 
“ Couldn’t you prevail on him to come?— 
He is one of the best rowera we have.” 
“Prevail on him? You might as well try 
to prevail an oyster to leave his shell! I was 
really vexed, and gave him a short piece of my 
mind. I told him, at length, I would try to be 
somebody,” said James, lighting his segar and 
twirling his cane after the most approved 
fashion. 
“Good!” said Hariy Gilbert, “I am glad 
you showed your spirit He is a good-hearted 
fellow, if he is full of oddities, and it may per¬ 
haps start him from his burrow. But what 
did he say?” 
“Oh, after arguing the matter awhile he 
went off into a learned dissertation, in the 
midst of which I made my escape. He will 
never be anybody in the world, that’s the long 
and short of it” 
James and William Grey were cousins, and 
were apprentices in a machine shop, where va¬ 
rious kinds of machinery were made. J ames, 
as may be inferred by the foregoing conversa¬ 
tion, looked upon his employment as a necessa¬ 
ry evil. To him it was mere manual labor, a 
given number of blows, a requisite degree of 
heat, a certain expenditure of strength—in a 
word, it was toil in its most literal sense. 
William, on the contrary, viewed it with 
the eye of an artist There was not merely 
the rough iron to be moulded into some un¬ 
cared-for machine, but, as he told James, a 
plastic material, assuming beauty by the will of 
man. He studied, therefore, not only the me¬ 
chanical part of his trade, but his inventive ge¬ 
nius was excited. Curiosity led him to exam¬ 
ine the uses and peculiar adaptation of the ma¬ 
chinery lie made, till at length his active mind 
suggested various improvements. 
All his leisure time was employed in the 
construction of models, and his room might 
have been taken for a miniature patent-oilice. 
The last year of his apprenticeship was nearly 
at its close, and William had not only im¬ 
proved, but had invented several really useful 
designs. 
Looking over a paper one day, he read an 
off er of a prize of $1,000 for the best model for a 
peculiar kind of machinery to be used in a cot¬ 
ton factory. 
“ Why should I not try,” said he. 
He understood what was wanted, and day 
after day did he study intensely on the subject 
At length he grasped the idea, and it was up¬ 
on this he was at work when James urged him 
to join the sailing party. 
Late at night his cousin returned, weary 
with pleasure, and found him sitting at the ta¬ 
ble, a sealed package before him, his cheeks 
flushed, an unusual brightness in his eye, and a 
peculiar expression on his countenance. 
About a week after this, a gentleman 
knocked at the door. It was opened by 
James, who was alone. 
“ I wish to see Mr. Grey,” said the stranger, 
glancing with a smile at the peculiar decora¬ 
tion of the room. 
“ My name is Grey,” returned James, placing 
a chair for the guest. 
“Allow me to congratulate you on your 
success, Mr. Grey,” said the gentleman, point¬ 
ing to a counterpart of the model which stood 
upon the table. 
“ My success! I do not understand you sir,” 
said James. 
“ Are you not Mr. Grey, the inventor of this 
delicate and important machinery.” 
“ I am Mr. Grey, but I am not the inventor 
of anything,” returned James, somewhat bitter¬ 
ly. “ Here is the fortunate person, my cousin, 
William Grey,” he continued, as William en¬ 
tered. 
“I rejoice in your success, young man,” said 
the stranger to William. “ Your plan has met 
the entire approbation of the committee, of 
which I am one. My name is Wilson, and I 
am authorized to pay you the thousand dollars, 
and also to advance you another thousand on 
condition that you superintend the erection of 
the works to be established.” 
William was astonished, overwhelmed, and 
after expressing his thanks, added, “ I am yet 
an apprentice, and my time will not expire 
within some three months. After that I will 
accept your offer, if you will wait till then.” 
“ An apprentice!” said Mr. Wilson. “ How, 
then, let me ask you, have you obtained such 
a knowledge of mechanics?” 
“By saving my leisure moments, joined to a 
love of my business as involving some of the 
best interests of man.” 
Six months from that time saw William in 
a responsible office, with a high salary, and the 
patentee of several useful inventions, while 
James was a journeyman laborer with $25 a 
month. 
“Well, James,” said Harry Gilbert, a short 
time after, “ William is somebody, after all.” 
“Yes,” returned James, 1 think we judged 
him wrongfully once. 1 would give all I have 
in the world to live over my apprentice life 
again. These leisure moments are what make 
the man, after all, Harry!” 
ROMANCE OF REAL LIFE. 
Mr. C-, assuming the name of Jones, 
some years since, purchased a small piece of j 
land, and built on it a neat house on the edge 
of a common in Wiltshire. Here he long re-1 
sided, unknowing, and almost unknown, by the 
neighborhood. V'arious conjectures were form¬ 
ed respecting this solitary and singular stran¬ 
ger ; at length a clergyman took some notice 
of him, and occasionally inviting him to his 
house, he found him possessed of intelligence 
and manners, which evidently indicated his 
origin to have been in the higher stations of j 
life. Returning one day from a visit at this 
clergyman’s, he passed the house of a farmer, 
at the door of which was the daughter employ-: 
ed at the washing-tub. He looked at the girl 
a moment, and thus accosted her:—“My girl, 
would you like to be married; because if you 
would, I will marry you.” “ Lord, sir ! these 
are strange questions from a man I never saw 
in my life before.” 
“ Very likely,” replied Mr. Jones, “but how¬ 
ever, I am serious, and will leave you till ten 
o’clock to-morrow to consider of it; I will then 
call on you again, and if I have your father s 
consent, we will be married the following day.” 
He kept his appointment, and meeting with 
the father, he thus addressed him :—“ Sir, I have 
seen your daughter; I should like her for a 
wife, and I am come to ask your consent.” 
“ This proposal,” answered the old man, “ is 
very extraordinary from a stranger. Pray, sir, 
who are you?” “Sir,” replied Mr. J., “you 
have a right to ask these questions; my name 
is Jones; the new house on the edge of the 
common Is mine, and if it be necessary, I can 
purchase your house and farm and half the 
neighborhood.” 
Another hour’s conversation brought all 
parties to one mind, and the friendly clergy- j 
man afore-mentioned, united the happy pair.— j 
Three or four years they lived in this retire-1 
ment, and were blessed with two children.- 
Mr. J. employed the greater part of his time j 
in improving his wife’s mind, but never dis- j 
closed his own origin. At length, upon tak¬ 
ing a journey of pleasure with her, while re¬ 
marking the beauties of the country lie noticed 
and named the different gentlemen’s scats as 
they passed; coming to a magnificent one— 
“This, my dear,” said he, “is B-house, the 
seat of the Earl of E., and if you please, we will 
go in and ask leave to look at it; it is an ele¬ 
gant house, and probably will amuse you. 
The nobleman who possessed this mansion 
was lately dead. He once had a nephew, who, 
in the gayties of his youth, had incurred some 
debts, on account of which he had retired from 
fashionable life on about £200 per annum, and 
had not been heard of for some years. This 
nephew was the identical Mr. J ones, the hero 
of our story, who now’ took possession of the 
house, title, and estate, and is the present Earl 
of E !!!—English paper. 
A REMARKABLE STORY. 
One night, while Sir Evan Napean was Un¬ 
der-secretary to the Home Department, he felt 
the most unaccountable wakefulness that could 
be imagined. He was in perfect health, had 
dined early, and had nothing whatever on his 
mind to keep him awake. Still he found sleep 
impossible, and from eleven till tw r o, he never 
closed an eye. At length, w’eary of this strug¬ 
gle, and as the twilight was breaking, (it was 
summer,) he determined to , try what would be 
the effect of a walk in the park. There was 
nothing but the sleepy sentinels. But, in this 
wmlk, happening to pass the Home Office sev¬ 
eral times, he thought of letting himself in with 
his key, though without any particular object. 
The book of entries of the day before still lay 
on the table, and through listlessness he open 
ed it. The first thing he saw appalled him— 
“ A reprieve to be sent to York for the coiners 
ordered for execution.” The execution had 
been appointed for the next day. It struck 
him that he had received no return to his or 
der to send the reprieve. He searched the 
“minutes”—he could not find it there. In 
alarm, he went to the house of the chief clerk, 
who lived in Downing street, knocked him up, 
(it was past three,) and asked if he knew any¬ 
thing about the reprieve being sent In great 
alarm, the chief clerk could not remember. 
“ You are scarcely aw’ake,” said Sir Evan.— 
“Recollect yourself, it must have been sent.” 
The chief clerk said that he now’ recollected 
he had sent it to the clerk of the crown, w’hose 
business it was to forward it to York 
“ Good!” said Sir Evan, “ but have you his 
receipt and certificate that it is gone?” 
“No.” 
“ Then come with me to his house; we must 
find him, it is so early.” 
It was now four, and the clerk of the crown 
lived in Chancery lane. There w r as no hack¬ 
ney coach to be seen, and they almost ran.— 
They were just in time. The clerk of the crown 
hud a country-house, and meaning to have a 
long holiday, he was at that moment stepping 
into his gig to go to his villa. Astounded at 
the visit of the Under-secretary of State, at 
such au hour, he was still more so at his busi¬ 
ness. 
“ Heavens!” said he, “ the reprieve is locked 
up in my desk!” 
It was brought. Sir Evan sent to the post 
office for the truest and fleetest express. The 
reprieve reached York the next morning, just 
at the moment when the unhappy men were 
ascending the cart. 
ILLUSTRATED REBUS, NO. 14. 
Answer in two weeks, 
[Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker.] 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 28 letters. 
My 23, 26, 24, 13, 15 is a law if passed, would 
benefit our country. 
My 14, 26, 4, 18, 7, 14, 5, 27, 13 is the name of 
an author. 
My 6, 26, 9 is a great evil. 
My 6, 2, 24, 21, 10, 15, 28 often proves the ruin 
of young men. 
My 25, 3, 6, 7, 12, 16, 10, 22, 27 all love to re¬ 
ceive. 
My 6, 8, 23, 26, 13 bachelors do not love to see. 
My 6, 12, 23, 26, 18, 21 their rights are being 
asserted. 
My 9, 24, 11, 2, 5, 21 is the chief object of too 
many men. 
My 21, 12, 14, 1, 21 is the name of a political 
party. 
My 9, 12, 11, 2, 5, 21, 1, 15, 27 is the name of a 
city in this State. 
My 21, 10, 7 is over all things. 
My 15, 26,16, 1, 2 is beneath all things. 
My whole is the name of an Educational In¬ 
stitution, that can claim the largest number of 
students of any Seminary in this country. 
Charlotteville, N. Y., March 3, 1854. H. S. 
jggr Answ’er next week. 
THE PEOPLE’S PATENT OFFICE, 
Tins well known establishment is tt 11 carried on under 
the personal superintendence of its founder, Alfred E. 
Beach, by whom all the necessary drawings, specifications, 
and documents, for Patents, Caveats, Designs, Foreign 
Patents, Ac,, are prepared with the utmost fidelity and dis¬ 
patch, on very moderate teims. 
Persons wishing for advice relative to Patents or Inven¬ 
tions, may at all times consult, the undersigned without 
charge, either personally at his office, or by li tter. To 
those living at a distance, he would state, that all the need¬ 
ful steps necessary to secure a Patent, can lie arranged by 
letter, just as well as if ihe party were present, and the ex¬ 
pense of a journey he thus saved. When parties wish to 
be informed as to the probability of being enabled to ob¬ 
tain Patents, it will be necessary for them to forward bv 
mail a rough outline sketch and descriptii n of the inven¬ 
tion. No fee or charge is made for such examinations. 
All consultations aud business stiictly private and confi¬ 
dential. 
Models from a distance may be sent by express or other¬ 
wise. 
For further information applv to or address, post-paid, 
ALFRED K. BEACH, 
[219-4t] Solicitor of Ameri'-an and Foreign Patents. 
People's Patent Office, 86 Nassau street, New York. 
“ HE HAS A HARD ROW TO HOE.” 
Wno, not in cities bred, has not heard this a 
thousand times, and said it a thousand more, 
about anybody aud everybody that encounter¬ 
ed some difficulties, aud did not advance at a 
2.40 rate toward the acquisition of fame or 
fortune. 
“Poor fellow! a hard row to hoe,” so they 
all say, some with a sigh, but more with a 
laugh. Like many sayings, it is the casing of 
a pretty picture; a field of waving corn, and a 
bright blue sky in June, and the workmen go¬ 
ing through the rustling ranks for the last 
time; the rows so long that they seem to come 
together acres away, and the weeds all the 
while on a great race with the com. 
That’s the picture, but there’s something 
more than a specimen of the fine arts in the 
expression—there’s a bit of philosophy. 
It occurs to us, there is all the difference in 
the world in the way people ply that humble 
instrument, the hoe: and almost everybody 
works with something very like it, whether they 
work in the field, or the counting-house, or the 
mechanic-shop. The thing is done that is 
worth doing, by hard digging. Some people 
go through the field and through the world, 
slashing this way and that, now through a hill 
of corn and now through a weed, making the 
whole area look like the lightning’s summer-fal¬ 
low. Such people certainly “have a hard row 
to hoe,” if indeed, when they finish it, it proves 
worth hoeing at alL 
Others, again, strike at the little weeds with 
a sufficient expenditure of strength to fell quite 
a respectable tree, and the result is, that about 
midway of the field, and on the first row, they 
lean upon the implement and sigh to them¬ 
selves, “We have a hard row to hoe.” And 
they tell the truth, for so they do. 
Now and then a man manages to strike eve¬ 
ry stone in the vicinity a perfectly annihilating 
blow—annihilating to the hoc we mean—and 
before the day is half done, his weapon is disar 
bled and he fancies liko the rest, that “ he has 
a hard row to hoe.” 
Sometimes a little green remnant of the fall 
springs up close at the root of a blade of corn 
as much as to say, “ touch me if you dare.”— 
Well, the man is too lazy to stoop and pluck 
away the intruder from its anchorage, and so 
he levels a„very dexterous blow at the offender, 
cuts it off without benefit of clergy, in a twink¬ 
ling, and —the blade of corn too !—and when 
harvest comes, and the corn cribs are half fill¬ 
ed, he murmurs to himself that “ he has a hard 
row to hoe.” 
In fact, the world is a huge corn-field, and 
there’s nothing like knowing how to handle 
the hoe.— JY. Y. Tribune. 
Answer to Illustrated Rebus No. 12 .—Time 
flics with infinite velocity says, Senf.oa. 
Answer to Acrostical Enigma in No. 12.— 
Alexander Hamilton. 
Answer to Mathematical Question in No. 10. 
$ 120 . 
anti Irniwr. 
Wonderful Cure. —The following wonder¬ 
ful effect of one of the cure-all patent medi¬ 
cines, advertised so extensively in many of the 
newspapers of the day, is about as well authen¬ 
ticated as most of the remarkable cases which 
are backed up by a long array of bogus certifi¬ 
cates: 
A boy had swallowed a silver dollar.— 
None of the faculty could devise any allevia¬ 
tion, whereupon the inventor of the Gure-all 
medicine was sent for. It is evident, said he, 
that so considerable a coin can never be forced 
up by any emetic known to science. Howev¬ 
er, let him take this pill, and battering conse¬ 
quences will be likely to ensue. An hour after¬ 
wards the boy threw up the dollar, but in 
small change, principally five cent piecea 
Loafers. —Different nations have different 
kinds of loafera The Italian spends his time 
in sleeping—the Turkish loafer in dreaming— 
the Spanish in praying—the French in laugh¬ 
ing—the English in swearing—the Russian in 
gambling—the Hungarian in smoking—the 
German iu drinking—and the American in 
talking politica Which of these different 
kinds of loafing is most destructive to morality? 
MEXICAN WILD AND SWEET POTATOES. 
The subscriber can still furnish tlie Mexican Potatoes, de¬ 
livered on board of the ears, at $2 per bushel, in new bags, 
at 25 cts. each. All orders accompanied by the cash will 
receive prompt attention. Something less, for ten or moro 
bushels to one address. 
Sweet Potatoes for seed, at 25 cts. per pound, sent by Ex- 
pies* to any address Ami plants at $1 per hundred to be 
shipped about middle of May, by Railroad or Express. 
Address I. W. BRIGGS, 
219-tf West Macedon, N. Y. 
FARMS FOR SALE. 
The subscriber offers for sale three farms; one of 115 
acres, one of 100 acres, aud one of 58 acres,—all pleasantly 
located within one mile of the village of Mount Morris, 
Liv. Co., N. Y. They are all so situated that they can be oc¬ 
cupied as one farm. Two of them have excellent dwelling 
houses and barns in good condition, with orchards of the 
choicest fruit. 
The soil is of the best in Livingston county. Terms of 
payment easy, and to suit purchasers. A small portion of 
the purchase money will be required in cash. 
GEO. S. McNAIR. 
Mount Morris, Liv. Co., N. Y , March 6 , 1854. 218-.1t 
LIVE STOCK AGENCY. 
In compliance with repeated solici ation, the subscriber 
offers his services for the purchase of Horses, Cattle, Sheep, 
Swine and Poultry. His long acquaintance with different 
breeds and breederg of these animals, gives him superior 
facilities for procuring the best. SANFORD HOWARD. 
< Office of tlie Boston Cultivator, 
l Boston, Mass., March 1, 1854. 21S-6tw-3tm 
THE HORTICULTURIST, 
And Journal ok Rural Art and Rural Tastk.—T he 
Horticulturist is a Monthly Journal, devoted to Horticul¬ 
ture and ita kindred arts, Rural Architecture and land¬ 
scape Gardening. It is edited by P. Barry, late Horticul¬ 
tural Editor of the Genesee Farmer, and author of that, pop¬ 
ular work, “ The Fruit Garden.” To those who cultivate 
Fruit and Flowers, tin's work is indispensable, its it con¬ 
tains full directions for cultivation, as well as every thing 
new on the subject, either in this country or in Europe. 
The Horticulturist is beautifully printed on the best pa¬ 
per, with costly illustrations on wood and stone. It con¬ 
tains 4S pages, without advertisements, and each number 
has a full page engraving, on stone, of some rare fruit or 
flower,drawn from nature, by the best living artist in the line. 
Terms. —Two Dollars Per Annum, in Advance. A dis¬ 
count of twenty-five per cent, allowed to agents. Post¬ 
masters and others are invited to act as agents, to whom 
specimen numbers will be sent, free of postage, on applica- 
cation to JAS. VICK. Jr., Publisher, Rochester, N. Y. 
P. S.—A new volume commences on the first of January. 
Jan nary 1, 1854 
FARM FOR SALE, 
Situated in the town of Conquest, 4 miles north west of 
Weedsport, and SH from the Rochester and Syracuse di¬ 
rect railroad. Said farm contains 163 acres, 140 improved, 
aud in a good stats of cultivation, and well adapted for all 
kinds of produce, aud well situated for two farms if desir¬ 
able, as there are two houses, two barns, two orchards oft 
good variety of fruit trees, and a wood lot on each end of 
the farms; 30 acres of wheat on the ground, and 50 is 
seeded to clover and timothy. Half the purchase money 
to be paid when possession is given, the remainder on bond 
and mortgage to suit the purchaser. Price, $55. For furth¬ 
er particulars inquire of the subscriber on the premises. 
Weedsport. Cayuga Co., N. Y., 213-tf. II. RAKER. 
KETCHUM’S MOWING MACHINE." 
This machine stands without a successful rival, as lie 
moicing machine of the age. The supply will not be equal 
to the demand. If any person desires one for the coming 
season, they cannot speak too soon. The unifonn price at 
Buffalo is §110,00. Alt who will forwar d us an order ac¬ 
companied with the cash or satisfactory reference, may de¬ 
pend upon being faitlifully served with a machine in good 
season. H. C. WHITE k CO., 
Buffalo Ag. Warehouse and Seed Store, 11 & 13 West Sen¬ 
eca street, Butlalo, N. Y 211tf. 
A VALUABLE FARM FOR S ALE, 
The Subscriber oilers for sale his Farm, consisting of 50 
acres, on which is a good Dwelling House, Barn, Sheds, 
and other necessary out buildings. An abundance of all 
kinds of fruit, and under good improvement. Situated in 
the Town of Pultney, Steuben Co., N. Y., eighty rods from 
the west bank of Crookeu i>ake, and 2>3 miles from the 
Village of Branchport. A part of the purchase money 
will be required down, the balance on time to suit the 
purchaser. 
For further information inquire of S. BOOTH, Branch- 
pot, or the subscriber on the premises. 
DAVID W. MILLER. 
Pultney, Feb. 1st, 1854. 214-tf 
BUFFALO AGRICULTURAL WAREHOUSE AND 
SEED STORE. 
Nos. 11 & 13 West Seneca Street, Buffalo. — IHram 
C. fVhiie (f Co., successors to Mason & Lovering, whole¬ 
sale and retail dial us in all kinds of Agricultural Imple¬ 
ments and Machines, Field, Garden and Flower Seeds; 
Fruit and Ornamental Trees, Shrubs and Flowers ■, Oriental 
Poultry, kc. Also, Agents for the Boston Bolting Com¬ 
pany’s Vulcanized India rubber goods, Belting, llosu Pack¬ 
ing, Ac., &c. 
Orders solicited, all of which shall receive prompt atten¬ 
tion at lowest market rates, and all articles warranted as 
represented. HIRAM C. WHITE k CO. 
Hiram C. Whit*. [195tf.] Amasa Mason. 
One of the best double puns we have ever 
heard, says the Yankee Blade, was perpetrated 
by a clergyman. He had just united in mar¬ 
riage a couple whose Christian names were re¬ 
spectively Benjamin and Ann. “ How did 
they appear during the ceremony?” inquired a 
friend. “ They appeared both Annie -mated 
and Bennie-fitted,” was the reply. 
MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER, 
IS PUBLISHED EVERY SATURPAY, 
BY D. D. T. MOORE, ROCHESTER, N. Y. 
“ Have you any limb-hom bonnets?” in¬ 
quired a very modest miss of a shopkeeper. 
“ Any what?” 
“ Any limb-horn bonnets?” 
“ Any—you don’t mean leghorn?” 
The young lady was brought to, by the prop¬ 
er restoratives. 
Aunt Hannah desires to know who that 
“ Voluptuous Swell” was who rose with music, 
at a ball, given in the capital of Belgium on 
the night before the battle of Waterloo, de¬ 
scribed by Byron. 
Tin? old fogy who poked his head out from 
“ behind the times” had it knocked soundly by 
a passing event 
The man who couldn’t “ trust his feelings,” | 
is supposed to do business strictly on the cash 
principle. 
A Frenchman invented a remedy for the 
2 thakc which will alleviS all pain Athivith .— 
This beats the Yankees. 
Did the “ Heat of passion 1 
body’s goose? 
ever cook any- 
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Copies for §25, and any additional number, directed to 
individuals at the same rate. Six months subscriptions in 
proportion. As we are obliged to pre-pay the American 
postage on papers sent to the British Provinces, our Cana¬ 
dian agents and friends must add 25 cents per copy to the 
club rates of the Rural, —making the lowest price to Cana¬ 
dian subscrilx.nl $1,50 per year. 
Subscription money, properly enclosed, may be sent 
by mail at the risk of the Publisher. 
* # *The postage on the Rural is but 3.*i cents per quar¬ 
ter, payable in advance, to any part of the State —and 6,S( 
cents to any part of the United States,— except Monroe 
County, where it goes free. 
Advertising. —Brief and appropriate advertisements 
will be inserted at $1,50 per square, (ten lines, or 100 
words,) or 15 cents per line — in advance. The circulation 
of the Rural Nkw-Yokkkr is several thousand greater 
than that of any other Agricultural or similar journal in 
America. Patent medicines, will not be advertised in 
this paper on any terras. 
All communications, and business letters, should 
be addressed to D. D. T. Moork, Rochester, N. Y. 
The Wool Grower aud Stock Register is the only 
American journal devoted to the Wool and Stock Grow¬ 
ing Interests. It contains a rast amount of useful and 
reliable information not given in any other work, and 
should be in the hands of Every Otcner of Domestic Ani¬ 
mals, whether located East or West, North or South.— 
Published monthly in octavo form, illustrated, at Only 
Fifty Cents a Year —6 copies for $2; 8 for $3. Vol. 5 
commenced July, 1853. Subscriptions can begin with the 
July or January number. Back volumes furnished. 
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