MOORE’S RURAL NEW-IO RKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
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TIIE OLD CHIMNEY-PLACE. 
A stack of stones, a dingy wall, 
O’er which the brambles cling and creep, 
A path on which no shadows fall, 
A door-step where long dock-leaves sleep, 
A broken rafter in the grass, 
A sunken hearth-stone, stained and cold, 
Naught left but these, fair home, alas! 
And the dear memories of old. 
Around this hearth, this sacred place, 
All humble household virtues grew— 
The grandsire’s love, the maiden’s grace, 
The matron’s instincts deep and true. 
Here Grst sweet words were lisped; here broke 
Life’s morning dream, and yet more dear. 
The love that life’s best impulse woke, 
Grew warmer, gentler, year by year. 
How cheerful, while the storm without 
Muffled the earth and iced the night, 
The ruddy glow' gushed laughing out 
On merry groups and faces bright; 
How chimed the crackling, freakish flame 
With rosy mirth or thoughtful ease, 
Or, may be, syllabled the name 
Of one rocked o’er the shivering seas. 
What fairy scenes, what golden lands, 
What pageants of romantic pride, 
In the weird deep ftf glowing brands, 
Saw the fair boy, the dreamy-eyed. 
Till musing here, his spirit drew 
Strong inspiration, and his year's, 
By beauty’s subtle nurture, knew 
The paths of Nature’s inner spheres. 
Here, as the swooning embers sent 
A faint flush through the quiet gloom, 
In the warm hush have lovers blent 
The fragrance of their hearts’ fresh bloom; 
, And, veiling in soft-drooping eyes 
Her tremulous joy, here blushed the bride; 
Here, o’er pale forms in funeral guise, 
Farewells from broken hearts were sighed. 
This spot the pilgrim, ’neath strange skies, 
Saw in his wayside dream; here stood 
Old friends with gladness in their eyes; 
Here grew the beautiful and good— 
Sweet friendships—faith serene and sure— 
Manhood’s strong purpose, warm and bold— 
Courage to labor and endure, 
The household feelings never cold. 
Here, leaning in the twilight dim, 
All round me seems a haunted air; 
I hear the old familiar hymn. 
My heart goes upward in the prayer 
That made the night so full of peace : 
Kind lips are on my brow—my ear 
Hums with sweet sounds—they faint—they cease, 
And night o’er all broods calm and clear. 
JY. F. Evening Post. 
Jural ^ketc| §ool 
[From the Baltimore Weekly Sun.] 
BIRDIE LAURENCE; 
OK, THE SCHOOL-MASTEK’S PET. 
BY FAN FEATHERIJE. 
Chapter I. 
“Master! Master Fletcher, do hear me; oh, 
do come back,” and Birdie Laurence flung her- 
scliool-room and study while the boys are out 
playing.” 
“ Y ou forget, Miss Laurence, I award a hol¬ 
iday to those who deserve it. The boys con¬ 
nected with my school do, the girls do not." 
“ Dear Master Fletcher, don't say no. Please 
say yes.” 
Young Fletcher answered kindly, but firmly, 
“1 cannot, Miss Laurence, your conduct is un¬ 
deserving of it.” 
“ But we-” 
“Say no more. I would advise you to re¬ 
turn home and appear in a dress more becom¬ 
ing a young lady.” 
But this direct allusion to her torn dress and 
bare feet fell harmlessly upon Birdie. She did 
not care for her appearance now —all shame 
was lost in anger. Gathering up the tatters 
of her unfortunate pink dress, and placing her 
little white foot firmly, she exclaimed: 
“ We are as good, and better than the boys, 
and have more right to a holiday than they.” 
“I am the best judge of that myself,” replied 
young Fletcher, and haughtily turning away, 
wished his pupil good evening. 
“ Master Fletcher,” screamed Birdie, her 
whole face flushing with passion, “ You are very 
unjust, but Master Brooks never was. I wish 
he was back again. 
A dignified bow was the only answer she re¬ 
ceived, and in a moment after her young 
teacher’s slight form was lost to her view. 
Birdie Laurence walked slowly back to the 
girls in the glen. She was very angry.— 
Master Fletcher had refused her request, and 
treated her haughtily, and this the proud 
spirited girl could not brook, and as she hur¬ 
ried along she planned dire schemes of revenge. 
The school-girls listened with frowning brows 
to Birdie’s story, and when she paused for 
breath, with one voice they pronounced 
Charles Fletcher a tyrant. Master Brooks 
was never so stern, never so .unjust, and they 
wished for him back again. Now, Master 
Brooks, be it known unto you, dear reader, 
ranked among the most cruel “ knights of the 
birch;” in short, was a very “old ogre,” and 
the day he relinquished his school in Maple- 
Mere his pupils declared to be the brightest in 
their lives. 
We moralize not upon this instance of the 
inconsistency of human nature, for beneath 
their boddices of calico and gingham, the 
hearts of the Maple-Mere girls beat too storm- 
ily to allow of reason, and as Master Fletch¬ 
er had been very cross, we will pass it by.— 
With clouded brows, pouting lips, and mutter¬ 
ing angry w’ords, the little group left the school- 
house steps, aud when the shades of evening 
fell upon the glen, all was hushed there. 
On a “ cheerie May morn,” Charles Fletcher 
first assumed his duties in Maple-Mere school. 
Rosy J une had scarcely smiled upon the fair 
little village ere this cloud darkened the young 
teacher’s sky. A quarrel, so soon, and with 
the fairer portion of the school, seemed 
threatening indeed, but Charles Fletcher was 
too haughty to permit such a trifle to ruffle 
his composure. Birdie Laurence’s altered 
manner, however, caused him more uneasiness 
than he would have cared to avow. She had 
forgiven, but not forgotten his haughty relY- j 
sal, and when in a few days her ;.<-iioolmaU> 
unbent their frowning brows and smiled upon 
the master, she was coolly polite, no longer 
frank or social. A tacit perception of some 
! obstacle in the way of their friendship seemed 
wish.” 
Birdie w r as encouraged—she raised her eyes. 
school “ She was growing up so fast, it was pupil viewed him with unmoved eye. That THE PEOPLE’S PATENT OFFICE, 
time her education should be more attended haughty glance seemed to nene triiaile. the personal superintendence of its founder, Alfred e. 
to ” and Master Brooks leavino- at that time, Fletcher, and lightly he addressed Birdie: beach^ by whom all the necessary drawings, specifications, 
the old lady began seriously to” think of part. “ I am not barbarian enough, Miss Laurence SX 
in<r with her darlin" But Birdie coaxed and to strike a weak, defenceless gn I, but your be- patch, on very moderate terms, 
plead so earnestly to stay at home, and Mrs. havior calls for some punishment. Stand np- 
Laurence shrinking from her assurance that she on tins be*icn, in tlie piesencc ot ine scnooi, charge, either personally at his ofiice, or by letter. To 
wmild not be hannv awav from Maple-Mere, until I send you to your seat.” those living at a distance, he would state, that' all the need- 
UOUianOl DO nappy away UWII imipib .uur, .L,. nnno 0 W Pf I R1 1P r p fill steps necessary to secure a Patent, can be arranged by 
gave her consent to her remaining at home a Jsiraie Laurence mutely oDtyca. > i.t re letter, just as well as if the party were present, and the ox- 
year longer Shortly after this Charles turned the glances of her companions with si- pense of a journey be thus saved. When parties wish to 
Fletcher S-ri'ved in Maple-Mere, and although lent scorn, and sought with haughty eye her $8* W »SSS$t'SS.TStS.t 
very youno' came so well recommended as to teacher. But he was not looking at her. iiis 1Tm u a rough outline sketch and description of tin* inven- 
induce the" villagers to offer him the villas'e head was bowed down. He might be reading tfon No foe or charge ta made for such examinations, 
school. This offer was accepted for a year, —he might be writing. Birdie knew not, but dentiaL 
and Charles Fletcher found himself the precep- there was that in his position mutely express- Models from a distance may he sent by express or other- 
tor of some forty boys and girls from the vil- i'C of grief, of spilit-pain. It W eis a silent lip- For further information apply to or address, post-paid, 
lage and country near. To the new master peal to Bridies kind feelings, and she acknowl- Alfred l. beach, 
went Birdie Laurence, and he had been but ldged it. She recalled his agitation when she teopie’l Paten" office 8fi Nassau street, xwYork. 61 ' 8 ’ 
one short month her teacher when his haughty confessed her delinquency, and a something, - pf.nuueW'p W ee- 
refusal lost him a place in the o-ood °races of not vanity, told her lie had never towards oth- OLD ROCHESTER. N JRaEn-Y. 
reiusai lost mill apiace ill uie e uuu & iaeLb_ui ../A , f„ f ,K na . Rho stood Samuel Moulso.v, at the Old Rochester Nursery, office 
his pretty pupil. Charles l 1 leteher was quite ei pupils shown so much reeling. one stood No 36 F ront 8tree t, Rochester, N. Y., is prepared to fur- 
vouno- strikingly handsome and very haughty, before a mental tribunal, as it were, not upon nisi, inventories to post paid applicants, of the present ex- 
The people (f Maple-Mere knew but little the low bench in the old school-house. Con- 
about him. That he was poor, and taught to science accused hei ot haughty looks, scomtiu high, which will be offered by the 1,000 at low prices. Al- 
ennhle himself to ni'OSOCUte his law studies, words, and uniust behavior. Mercy and For- SQ, a quantity of large sized Trees, such as Scotoh Pines, 
enaoic mmscil lO piusireiue ms raw ^ J ,, .. , . , . J' V 1 1 Larch Fir, Maples ami other ornamental tilings ottered at 
was all he chose to inform them, and with this giveness mournfully laid t hen cm. hut an very cheap rates in older to clear the ground, 
scantv piece of knowledge they were obliged withered blossoms before her—blossoms which 90,000 Dwarf and standard Fear, 
to rest content. When not in school Charles in her pride she had cast from her and roughly 20,000 Apple Trees in variety. 
Fletcher spent most of his time in solitary trampled on. 15,000 Plum, Cherry and Apricot. 
walks, or alone in his room at the little inn.- “You can return to your seat, Miss Lau- ^^^^fEvLg^ 11808 - 
So the villagers disliked him, as he was unso- rence,' and the vision fled. And ;i lino selection of Weeping Deciduous Trees, Orr.a* 
school. This offer was accepted for a year, —he might be writing. Birdie knew not, but 
and Charles Fletcher found himself the precep- there was that in his position mutely express- 
tor of some fortv bovs aud srirls from the vil- ive of grief, of spirit-pain. It was a silent ap- 
self down by the brook-side with a gesture of to have sprung up in the minds of teacher and 
impatience, as the hill echo, alone, gave her pupil, and both apparently contented with this 
answer. knowledge, the matter rested. 
“ You can run like a deer, Birdie—why Bertha Laurence was an orphan, the only 
don’t you run after him?” asked one from c Lild of a young artist, who with his wife aud 
amongst the group of school-girls, who, with mother lived in Maple-Mere. Pierre Laurence 
dinner baskets and books, loitered in Maple Rad married a young and beautiful woman 
Glen. _ whose family ranked amongst the wealthiest 
“ Yes! do, do, Birdie,” urged one another, and proudest of the Empire State. Deeply 
and thus persuaded, the little maiden sprang to displeased with their daughter’s marriage, the 
her feet. _ Allans refused to acknowledge her as their 
“ I will have a long run, I think,” said she, child, aud forbade her sister from any inter- 
quietly, “ so I may as well pull off my shoes, for course with her. Bertha Allan had as proud 
1 can see him just crossing the log bridge." a spirit as her friends, and knowing that she 
The well scuffed shoes were tossed down, the loved not only well but wisely one who was 
dinner basket, books and sun bonnet left with fi er inferior in wealth alone, sought not by 
the school-girls, and throwing back her dark letter or message to alter their determination, 
brown curls, like an arrow from a bow Birdie Happy in the society of her noble young 
Laurence darted down the long lane. When husband and his excellent mother, the pretty 
the thick wood hid the last glimpse of her pink little cottage in Maple-Mere became dearer to 
dress from their eyes, the little girls in the glen her than the gorgeous home of her early 
returned to the school house-steps. years. Bertha Laurence was young when the 
“We will wait here until she comes back, life-light left her eye. Twenty-three summers 
girls,” said Lucy Whyte. “ I am certain Mas- only had kissed her brow, and her little daugh¬ 
ter Fletcher cant refuse Birdie, she is such a ter was just beginning to lisp her name when 
sweet coaxer. Any way, it will be very unjust the sleep of death stole over her. In one year 
if he does.” All the little girls agreeing with from that time Pierre Laurence laid down by 
Lucy in ftiis, we will leave them in the glen, his young wife in Maple-Mere church-yard, aud 
aud follow Birdie Laurence. the little Bertha was left an orphan. In the 
Charles Fletcher was walking slowly thro’ small yet beautiful home her son aud daughter 
Maple-Mere woods when the quick step of had so loved, Mrs. Laurence remained with her 
Birdie caught his ear, and he turned his grand-daughter. Bertha, (or to give her the 
head. Seeing his pretty pupil straining every pretty pet name by which she was known in 
nerve to overtake him, Master Fletcher seat- Maple-Mere, Birdie,) inherited the haughty, 
ed himself upon a log fence to await her.— sensitive nature of her parents. Generous, 
lu a few moments, breathless and glowing frank and confiding in disposition, her temper 
with violent exercise, Birdie Laurence stood -was lofty, and Birdie Laurence was not one to 
before him. She blushed and trembled; why bear reproof meekly. Gleeful as any fairy, she 
should she? A young and handsome face was the light of the little cottage; the sunbeam 
looked upon her; no old or forbidding one, w Mch shone on Mrs. Laurence’s woe-darkened 
and yet the little maiden felt very uncomforta- heart, 
ble, as the calm, dark eye of Master Fletcher Many years had gone by since Birdie Lau- 
rested upon her bare feet and torn dress. “ I rence had parted from her parents, and their 
have been running very hard, Master Fletcher, memory to her was as a half-forgotten, yet 
and-” sweet dream. She never wearied of hearing 
“So I perceive, Miss Laurence,” was the Mrs. Laurence talk of them, and oftentimes 
abrupt rejoinder, and if the look had troubled would steal into her father’s studio. There 
Birdie, this haughty answer certainly frighten- the paintings yet remained as Pierre Laurence 
ed her. The tongue of the “ sweet coaxer ” had last placed them, and his child loved to 
forgot its winning art, and with quivering lip finger among the fair creations of his art, and 
and crimsoned cheek, she stood abashed in the gazing upon them hope that a portion of his 
august presence of Charles Fletcher, master of geniu% might rest upon her. Poetical, and 
Maple-Mere school. Yet that personage pos- keenly alive to aught that was beautiful, Bir- 
scssed a kind heart notwithstanding his haugh- die Laurence’s earnest prayer seemed granted, 
tiness, and pitying Birdie’s confusion, sprang and she daily grew more like her parents—a 
down from the fence to her side. “ I am very blended likeness of both, in mind and feature, 
sorry I spoke so sternly,” he said, gently, “ but For this she had yearned. They were her ideal 
do not be afraid; look up and tell me what you 0 f all that was good and fair, and her love for 
them deepened into a holy reverence. She in¬ 
herited the fine features and earnest glance of 
The “people of Maple-Mere knew but little the low bench in the old school-house. Con- 
about him. That he was poor, and taught to science accused her ot liaugutj looks, scomiui high, which will be offered by the 1,000 at low prices. ai- 
pnnhle himself to nrosecute his law studies, WOl’ds, and uniust behavior. Mercy and For- sq', aquantity of large sized Trees, such as Scotch Pines 
cnaDIC mmscu 10 piustuut law ^ 0 , . . ' , 1 I Lurch Fir, Maples ami other ornamental things ottered at 
was all he chose to inform them, and with this giveness mournfully laid then cm.,lieu an very cheap rates in oider to clear the ground, 
scanty niece of knowledge they were obliged withered blossoms before her—blossoms which 90,000 Dwarf ami standard Fear, 
to rest content. When not in school Charles in her pride she had cast from her and roughly 20,000 Apple Trees in variety. 
Fletcher spent most of his time in solitary trampled on. 15,000 Plum, Cherry and Apricot, 
walks, or alone in his room at the little inn.- “You can return to your seat, Miss Lau- ^ri&%forSf E vLg^en^- age8 ’ 
So the villagers disliked him, as he was unso- rence,’ and the Vision lied. And ;i line selection of Weeping Deciduous Trees, Oma- 
pi'll- his scholars disliked him as he was some- Birdie walked slowly home through Maple- mental Shrubs, together with such novelties as may be 
Clcil, ms bCllOiaib uibiiivui mm, lit, w<w u j ' ^ TI . n ,j 0 hn^^nn. classed strictly hardy, and a large collection of Dahlias, 
times stern and always reserved towards them, Mere woods, llei conduct towards hu youn^ Tulips and other buibous roots. 
and Tfirdip Lanrencp had pprlllilllv closed her teacher seemed to flash upon her in anew TRe amateur wishing prime fruits of wen established re- 
‘ . ‘ 1 1 • 1 , TTp ms tn hhirnp in fpw tlliliox_she ill pnte, or the Agriculturist, needing fine cropping, tborough- 
warm heart against him. She knew he disliked light. He was to ‘Game in tew tnmgs . 111 m } v tested vai i e ties, may rely upon the most careful execu- 
her, for he never smiled on her, and his really many. It was not his place to apologize, but tion of their orders. The ornamental items are entirely 
musical voice always deepened to a stem under- hem, and she resolved to do tlua If he refns- 
tone when he addressed her. Birdie Laurence t)d her apology, the blame would nolongei lest ed subjects. 
Pflllld not bear this She had always been the upon her. But he will not refuse it, Birdie The Evergreens are very robust and admirably furnished 
COURT 1101 Utdi inib. cuic imu cuwuyb u 1 to the surface of the ground, none presenting the naked 
school-master’s pet. Since she sat on the “A Lawrence. He will receive it gladly,, giatetul- stenis usual to imported plants. 
II n ” hpiipli the nld qrhool-honsp one Tied- lv. Courage then, already the gulf between Dealers are invited to give a call before making their 
agogue after another had givenher a place in Master Fletcher and yourself is nan.owin*. 
his affections, and handed her down to his sue- When Charles F leteher walked a short time q-r 
cessor as a sort of sweet, living heir-loom.— later through the same wood, he was uncon- 
Even that “ cross old ogre,” Master Brooks had scions that bright eyes from a leafy covert gazed 
petted her. Master Fletcher alone was stern, with earnest interest upon his pale, troubled 
cross. She would leave his school; but no, she face. A moment after, and his fair, willful pin . 
would remain and tease him; and Birdie grew ph was before him, those eyes, dim now with ^ // 
provokimdy mischievous. ^ tears, looked up to him, and the coral lip - ' ‘ 
quivered with the words, “Forgive me!— 
. y ,f pfc f r ? 1- , , ,, , Charles Fletcher, though haughty, had a noble 
I he summer had fleeted by, and the waim Heart, and he freely and cordially forgave Bir- 
golden haze of early autumn rested upon Ma- ^er past willfulness; then, in his turn, with KETCHUM’S iiuxz.uVED MOWING MACHINE, 
ple-Mere. Charles I leteher s pupils were be- man j djo-nity, sought forgiveness. Frank of with entire change of gear, the only Successful 
ginning to like him better. lie was no longer ^ girdle told her young teacher her “ Now Known 
qtprn and cold and m nrODOrtlOll as ills liau- 1 % I , -I Ketelium s Improved. Machine, which we are bunding for 
stem ana com ana 111 p upui UUU as ms uau harsh opiruon of him, and then begged to hear the I.anest of ’4 was thoroughly tested last season, and 
teur vanished, their sll} ness fled. 1 0 Ills the advantages gained by our change of Gear arc in ail re- 
scliolars he was changed—to all except Bir- W , ,,’ ifvnnhnvp not alwavs disliked spects as we dwlgne.!, viz: durability, convenience mid ease 
,k„ i Wo ehillino- more eordial Bir- HO tell me It y°U nave HOI dlwa}S UlSllhCU „jr aClwn . The shafts now have beanngs at both ends, 
Chapter II. 
ginning to like him better. He tvas no longei gpeec h ) Birdie told her young teacher her 
stern and cold, and in proportion as his hau- harsh opinion of liim, and then begged to hear 
teur vanished, their shyness fled. r I o his ^ f ^ 
scholars he was changet! to all except Lir- j) 0 te p me jf y 0U have not always disliked 
die Laurence, less chilling, more coidia . Bn- 1 , . « K n t. t nm almost, sure vou have. 
his of her. tlw advantages gained by our change of Gear are in ail re- 
ix i n* i spects as we designed, viz: durability, convenience and case 
Do tell me if you have not always disliked ^ aCti(m . The shafts now have bearings at both ends, 
me?” she said; “ but I am almost sure you have, which overcomes all cramping and cutting away of boxiug. 
die felt the exception. She disliked him more { T np A‘ . ’ „ pl „ nt , v » . v ’ A counter bai mice is attached to the crank sliaft, which 
,, n ,i QTiri lito q will fill rdiild slip was ana i neeu soaiLLiy usiv. gives it a steady and uniform motion. Each Machine can 
and more, a , * *, “ You are wrong, Miss Laurence. Cold aud be thrown out of gear; there is great convenience in get- 
lost no opportunity ot displaying tier leelmgs. oa T hppn towards VOU I have ever ting at each and every nut, all of them being on upper side 
Dear reader, don’t think Birdie spiteful. Re- “J n f ofimv nnnils vou have indeed < th l oil ar ’i :i V tad i? d t0 a ,'! 
member she had been tlie SCllOOi masters figgQ [py favorite ” long time, as well as protect tlie bearings from dust, grit, 
pet from earliest childhood, much caressed A joyous peal of girlish laughter answered & b we^ lin(!d wUb "' h ° le Widtb ' Which 
much loved: and now flaxen-headed, snubmosed these J & ° p These and various other additions for strength, durability, 
little boys received kind words and pleasant „ A, X, „L„ r t f.,vm-;tp 9 _ &c.; makes them the most simple and perfect agricultural 
Wlw Lnt thorp wud nrmp for hpr Gharlpq Ui ’ Master f lctcucr , j ,y°ur iavorilt. lm lfcment in use. They weigh about 750 lbs. each, and 
looks, but there was none toiler. O es 'Pfijnlv again? Why even Ugly little lom Whyte can easily be carried in a one-horse wagon. 
Fletcher was never iiarsll to .birdie; always i, Q ,i end ho hnv It requires not over ten minutes to get one ready fur op- 
ooks .but there was none for her. Charles Thi nkVai n T Why evenly Uttfe Tom Whyte 
i leteher was never harsh to l>irdie; always n l „ hinrl amilpq •mil hp in the worst bov It requires not over ten minutes to get one ready for op- 
jravely, coldly polite, he listened to herrecita- But wdu tore you so stern J ^c»^ » 
tions with patient attention and calm courtesy. 
In his penetrating eye she read no sympathy. 
She knew he was fsjthful in his laboi-s for he.y, 
cross if you really liked me?” 
“ Isot now—not now —t cannot ankwer tliat 
ciuestion, Miss Laurence,’ hurrieflly ^returned 
not his aid. She toiled alone, but for this she sa ti s fi e d.” J ’ 
cared not. In herself she was sufficient unto “I will try and now Master Fletcher, we untried Mowers; if they do (as was the case with many las 
the toil, yet how truly could she have prized f’ ’ ’ year) they win incur loss, vexation and disappointment. 
V|„ m „ are liicnub. If any parts are wanted to repair any machine we liav 
sympathy. Master ot Mapie-jitre ocnooi, a “Yes’ for a life-time; but remember, you sold, or may hereafter sell, they will be furnished andoui 
wide gulf yawns between you and your pretty t not judge me harshly should 1 ever seem Sfbe sure to K iv 
pupil! Shall It ever be crossed? Birdie grew stern ao-am. In aU cases where ektjasare wanted, be sure togiv 
more mischievous and tormenting. She hesi- “ Never, now that I knqw you like me.” 
tated not to play tncks which annoyed and sen- « And you wont touch the clock again, 
ously provoked Charles I leteher. lier cun- Bjrdie? p ro mise that,” said young Fletcher, 
ning baffled lus vigilance, yet he suspected, al- p i a yf u ]]y 1 lis voice sounded very sweet. No 
though he never blamed her. Bn die teas s [ ern undertone about it now, and Birdie gfeyly 
beautiful. Did Charles Fletcher think so?— ,/ippZ- i 
kinds of grass, and operate well on uneven or rolling lamb, 
or where there -ire dead furrows. This Machine took the 
highest award, with special approbation, at tlie World's 
Fair; it also received, during last season, one silver and 
four gold medals, and various other flattering and substan¬ 
tial testimonials of approval. We have spared neither 
pains nor money to make this machine deserving of public 
favor, and hope to be able the coming season to supply the 
great and increasing demand. 
We take this occasion to caution farmers against buying 
untried Mowers ; if they do (as was the case with many last 
Twice she had caught his eye resting upon her 1 
with an earnest expression, perhaps admira- 
tion, but the next instant he met her gaze, and 
a cold, mocking smile played around his hand¬ 
some mouth, and, somewhat puzzled, the young 
beauty shook back her silken tresses and pout¬ 
ed her coral lip. The old clock which had 
ticked for years behind the school-room door 
no longer kept faithful note of time. Some¬ 
times it was tou fast, and the village children 
hurried home an hour too soon lor dinner; 
again, too slow, and that “goodlie nreal’’grew 
cold upon the table ere the occupants of Ma- ||> 
ple-Mere School were released. Some one had 5® 
been tampering with the clock. Charles j 
Fletcher knew this, and after ineffectual efforts 1§ 
to discover the culprit, resolved to visit the eg 
sins of one upon the heads of many. It was ^ 
past the hour of dismissal. The long evening 
shadows were stretching upon the grass. The 
scholars were moving listlessly in their seats, A 
and gazing wearily toward the door. Charles JS 
Fletcher arose from his chair. “ As some one g 
has been meddling again with the clock, regard- M 
less of my express commands,” he gently said, 
“ I have resolved to detain the whole school I 
this evening, an hour beyond the usual time.” 
“ But, Master Fletcher-” began several 
promised. 
(Concluded next week.) 
Doittlr's Corner. 
ILLUSTRATED REBUS, NO. 16. 
mm 
Jgf” Answer in two weeks. 
[Written for the Rural New-Yorker.] 
CHARADE. 
“ You are going to give the boys a holiday to- fier father, and the hazel eyes, brilliant com- 
morrow afternoon?” ^ plexion, and rich dark curls of Bertha Lau- 
“ I am. Well?” rence lived again in her fair young daughter. 
“ And, Master Fletcher, we girls want a hoi- Birdie Laurence was quite sixteen ere her 
iday too. We think it very hard to sit in the grandmother thought of sending her away to 
very calmly said: jokes. n. g. 
“ I don’t choose the whole school to suffer Cape Vincent, N. Y., March, 1S54. 
for my fault, Master Fletcher. I only am to * t k 
blame. I have meddled with the clock every ^ ^ T _ 
time, and to me be the punishment.” u ivdTX 
Charles Fletcher became deadly pale as Bir- 4^ 1 |C|) 
die finished speaking, and for a moment trem- i / I |4 \ j vw ft j 
bled visibly. That was no time or place for IjjfLw !p 
emotion, and the young man soon recalled ^ m 
his firmness and replied haughtily: ^ # fr-Tl 
“I admire your frankness, Miss Laurence; p ^ |gY v ®* i& FY) c 
yet you must be aware some punishment is due 
“ I am. Use your ferule, if you choose.— 9 ^30 
Here is my hand; and Lirdie coolly extended Answer to Illustrated Rebus No. 14 .—Secure 
her little rosy palm. your tools with care, and in a proper manner. 
Again a deadly pallor came over Charles , , , ’ . * T .., 
ho,.i T wnnlrl first!” Answer to Acrostical Enigma, m JNo. id.—- 
Fletcher. “Strike her! I would die firet!” An£ 
he muttered through his closed teeth; but his Poets. 
V01CGS. postage on papers sent to the isriusii rrovinces, our uana- 
“ Silence! Not until the culprit confesses „ f , f • vou mav eree t, dian !lgenLs “ nd frienda u,ust a,!d 25 c , ents per copy t0 lhe 
his or her guilt.,will I release you. * ^ ” club rates of the Rural,— making the lowest price to Caua- 
A buzz Of dismay ran through the school- Al home tls seldom found in church or street 5 dian subscribers $1,50 per year, 
room at these words, and then a silence fol- M y second oft is uscd b Y household care, ^Subscription money, properly enclosed, may be sent 
lowed, anxious and profound. Birdie Lau- To make old clothing suitable to wear ; by nmil at the risk of the Publisher, 
rence was the first to break in; leaving her seat, My whole may well describe ill-humored folks, of the site -Ind 6>i 
and advancing to the ceiitie of the loom, she Who knit their blows at puns, charades, and an y part of the United States,— except Monroe 
sold, or may hereafter sell, they will be furnished and only 
ma nufa cturers’ cost for the,same be charged. 
In all cases where extras are wanted, be sure to give 
us the number of your Machine. 
(Warranty:) That said machines are capable of cutting 
and spreading, with one span of horses and driver, from ten 
to fifteen acres per day of any kind of grass, and do it as 
well as is done with a scythe by the best of mowers. 
The price of the Mower, with two sets of knives and ex¬ 
tras, is $110 cash, in Buffalo, delivered on board of boat or 
cars free of charge. 
Office and Shop, corner of Chicago street and Hamburgh 
Canal, near the Kstern R. R. Depot, Buffalo, N. Y. 
110 WARD & Co., Manufacturers and Proprietors. 
The Mower is also manufactured by Ruggles, Noursk, 
Mason k Co., at Worcester, Muss., for the New England 
States. 
By Seymour, Moroan & Co., Brockport, N. Y., for Illi¬ 
nois, Iowa and Michigan. 
By Warder & Bkokaw, Springfield, 0., for Ohio and 
Kentucky. 22IMt. 
KETCHUM’S MOWING MACHINE 
Tins machine stands without a successful rival, as the 
mowing machine of the age. The supply will uot be equal 
to the demand. If any person desires one for the coming 
season, they cannot speak too soon. The uniform price at 
Buffalo is 5110,00. All who will forward us an order ac¬ 
companied with the cash or satisfactory reference, may de¬ 
pend upon being faithfuily served with a machine in good 
season. II. C. WHITE & CO., 
Buffalo Ag. Warehouse and Seed Store, 11 & 13 West Sen¬ 
eca street, Buffalo, N. Y 211tf. 
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IS l’UBI.ISHKD EVERY SATURDAY, 
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club rates of the Rural, —making the lowest price to Cana¬ 
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of the Rural New-Yorker is several thousand greater 
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America. Patent medicines, &e., will not be advertised in 
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/ tjoeji. TOTryl The Wool Grower and Stock Register is the only 
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\\ .' Vj.Y '' [.twill ing Interests. It contains a vast amount of useful and 
Case- VImt? 1 * 7 * . reliable information no( given in any other work, and 
should be iu the hands of Every Owner of Domestic Ani- 
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, , ... , . ___Published monthly in octavo form, illustrated, at Only 
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