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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.] 
TO A SUMMER STREAM. 
TIT ANNA M. LANGBLAND. 
Wind onward, bright streamlet, wind gently away, 
The sunbeams are shedding their earliest ray, 
Full swiftly their beams will onward be speeding, 
Till they kiss thy bright waters, that glide all unheeding, 
The bright flowery gems that thy borders adorn; 
For they still hurry by at eve and at morn, 
’Twas not thus in the cold winter hours long ago, 
When they gazed at the stars, till for ettmg to flow 
Their wavelets were chilling, 
Their warbling was stilling. 
I have gazed upon waters more famous than thine, 
Yet, silver- toned Huron, I choose thee as mine, 
There’s a magical music to me in each bower. 
That thy footsteps are seeking each moon-lighted hour; 
Yet tell me, I pray thee, why speed thus along; 
Why not linger ’mid bowers o’erladen with song, 
That bright fairy warblers with paradise hues, 
Trill forth every morning 'neath diamond-like dews ? 
Still unheeded their wooing; 
What art thou pursuing? 
E’en so'is the life-stream that hurries me on, 
I catch just a glimmer, then haste to be gone ; 
From each happy bower that wooes me to stay, 
I shall haste like thyself till the cold winter day, 
The cold winter of Death my footsteps shall meet, 
I shall rest me at last in that wished-for retreat, 
While the spirit shall bask in that Aidean Spring, 
Whence the pure and the beautiful never take wing; 
Where ever abiding. 
Life’s river is gliding. 
I saw thee last night through the moon-lighted sheen 
Glide gaily along unheeding the screen, 
That Spring had flung o’er thee as some silken veil 
That lifts to the breeze at each sighing gale; 
Yet the tree that with brightest of blossoms was drest, 
Cast as darkly its shade on thy light heaving breast, 
As the willow that weeps o’er thy soft flowing stream; 
So the shadows that linger from Love’s fairy dream, 
Shall be dark as a shade 
The death-wing hath made. 
I would that my spirit might ever pursue 
As unyielding her way ’midst the false and the true, 
Unheeding the song that pleasure may sing, 
Uncaring the gloom that sorrow’ may fling,— 
Might hasten as swift to a far wider sea 
Where shadows ne’er dim the smile-lighted lea: 
But Destiny keeps me afar from its wave, 
And lone and long is the path to the grave, 
Yet I bless thee, bright stream, 
For thy light-giving beam. 
Milford, Michigan, June, 1854. 
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Eural Jikefdj §ook. 
A PROFESSIONAL SCAR. 
BY AN OLD LAWYER, 
Your kind letter, Henry, came duly to 
hand; and you will be surprised to learn that 
a careless question of yours will draw forth 
enough to cover a sheet: “ What caused that 
scar on my temple?” 
It is a professional scar, Harry; one that I 
have carried ever since my earliest practicf; 
and although I have now arrived at a tolera¬ 
ble old age, and have many intimate friends, 
it is a most singular fact that you are the first 
and only person that inquired into its origin.— 
1 can tell you all about it, but must avoid 
names and places, for the parties most interest¬ 
ed in the incident are yet living, and I am un¬ 
der strong bonds of secresy. 
In the year-, after passing through an 
examination before grave judges and shrewd 
barristers, I was pronounced a properly quali¬ 
fied person to appear before juries and courts 
for others as well as myself, and at once pro¬ 
ceeded to a large southern city, where, by a 
modest little sign over the door of a modest 
little office, I announced my readiness to com¬ 
mence the practice of the law. For three 
months I waited, but alas! no business came, 
and I sat in my office on a dreary night, at 
about eleven o’clock, in this very comfortable 
position: my money was gone entirely; my 
board bill was to be paid in the morning, and 
my rent the day following; and I absolutely 
feared to go to my boarding-house, and waited 
in what seemed the forlorn hope that some¬ 
thing in the way of fee might appear, either 
dropping from the skies, or suddenly appearing 
on my desk. OuLside, no step was heard; and 
I occasionally glanced through my window; 
the flame of the street-light, moved by the 
wind, would seemingly move me homeward; 
but I would not go. A footstep sounded in 
my entry; a second, and a third, and more, but 
so light* that my heart-beating prevented my 
counting them; and then a little delicate 
knock. I compelled myself to say “ Come in” 
with a calm voice, although I expected to be 
vis-a-vis with a young woman; the door open¬ 
ed, and I saw—an old one. 
I had only time to move forward a chair be¬ 
fore she was in the centre of the room and 
speaking: 
“ 1 have no time to sit. Young man, you 
are a lawyer; are you good for anything?” 
My insulted dignity was controlled by an 
effort, and I answered that I flattered myself 
that I possessed some talent for my profession, 
or I should not have chosen it. 
“Well, well, no gas; can you draw a paper?” 
Hero, again, I ventured to remark, that it 
depended somewhat on its nature, but I saw 
from her impatient manner that she wanted no 
trifling. Before I finished the sentence, she in¬ 
terrupted me with a fierceness of manner ex¬ 
ceeding her former rough one, saying: 
“I want a will drawn, quick, hurriedly! but 
so strong that all the furies in h—11 can’t undo 
it! Can you do it?”.and she fairly glared at 
me with impatience for my answer. 
Now you know, Harry, that my legal educa¬ 
tion was obtained entirely in a surrogate’s of¬ 
fice, and you may presume that on the law and 
forms of last wills and testaments I felt myself 
sufficiently posted up. 1 therefore assured her 
that I could draw a will which, although I 
could not warrant it to pass the ordeal she 
mentioned, would, I was sure, be proof against 
the efforts of all the lawyers in Christendom. 
And now her manner changed from the 
fierce and bold to the anxious and hurried. 
“Come, then, quick! quick! young man, and 
you shall pocket one thousand dollars for your 
night’s work!” she exclaimed. 
°And amazed and bewildered as I was, I 
found myself at the neighboring corner, step¬ 
ping into a hack, before the startling but com¬ 
fortable words, “One thousand dollars for your 
night’s work!” had ceased ringing in my ears. 
My conductress followed me, and without or¬ 
ders we were rattled furiously along the streets 
to the --House, then the largest hotel in the 
city. My visions of one thousand bright dol¬ 
lars kept my tongue bridled, and I was led in 
silence up two flights of stairs into a suit of 
rooms comprising parlor and two bed rooms. 
The parlor, however, was occupied by a bed, 
in which lay an old and evidently dying man. 
A servant was with him, but he left on a mo¬ 
tion from the hand of my companion, who ap 
proached the bed and said: 
“I have an attorney here, sir; shall he pro¬ 
ceed?” 
The old man’s eyes brightened up, and, after 
glaring on me for a moment, he spoke: 
“ If you can draw my will, do it; quick, now, 
for I must save my breath.” 
I turned to the table, where I found paper, 
pens, ink, and everything necessary; and by 
the light of two sperm candles in heavy silver 
candle-sticks, I was soon busily engaged at the 
will. 
I will not trouble you with the details, nor, 
in fact, do I remember them; but it is enough 
to say that a large amount of property, real 
and personal, bonds, mortgages, etc., were left, 
in the words of the will, to “my good and faith¬ 
ful housekeeper, Angeline-, as a token of 
gratitude for her long, faithful and meritorious 
service.” But the concluding words of the 
will I shall never forget; they were written 
from his own mouth, and made me shudder as 
I wrote them. There was something fearful— 
yes, devilish—in thus deliberately recording, 
in what purports to be your last written wish, 
a curse upon your own offspring. And I felt, 
as I wrote it, an involuntary desire to tear the 
paper into fragments, and to rush from the 
room, but the thousand dollars were like so 
many anchors, and 1 staid and wrote: 
“ 1 leave to my daughter Dora, all the satis¬ 
faction she can obtain from my hearty curse. 
When rags whip about her in her only home, 
the street, and dogs share with her the refuse 
of the gutter, she may regret that she disobey¬ 
ed him who once .loved her, but who, dying, 
cursed her.” 
There was something like a chuckle in the 
direction of old Angeline as the dying wretch 
dictated these fearful words; but as I looked 
and saw the stern face as rigid as marble, I 
concluded I must have been mistaken. I 
could not, however, divest myself of a certain 
feeling that all was wrong. A rich old man, 
accompanied by an old housekeeper, and dying 
in a strange city, her anxiety to have the will 
so strong; the curse ou his daughter; and the 
large fee, all conspired to make me feel that 1 
was being instrumental in the accomplishment 
of some villainous object. Again I meditated 
the destruction of the paper, and again my 
fee and my wants conquered. The will was 
finished, and I readmit over aloud, the old man 
groaning, and the old woman looking an occa¬ 
sional assent; but when I read the terrible curse, 
a new actor appeared on the scene. 
“Oh! tear it! tear it! Oh God, you know 
not what you do!” 
The plaintive tones of that voice touched 
my heart, even before my eyes beheld its own¬ 
er; but when I saw her, heavens and earth! 
what an angel she was! The language is yet 
undiscovered, Harry, that is competent to give 
you a description of that face, the eyes dan¬ 
cing with excitement, yet liquid with tears; 
the mouth proud as Juno’s, yet compressed 
with anguish. But why do I attempt a de¬ 
scription? The most majestic, yet the sweet¬ 
est countenance I ever beheld, appealed to me, 
and not in vain; for while the old man, weak 
as he was, jumped from his bed screaming 
“Kill her! kill her!” I tore the will into frag¬ 
ments, and we both fell to the door, he dead, 
and I stunned by a blow from the heavy can¬ 
dlestick wielded by the old hag, Angeline. 
When my consciousness returned, I. found 
myself in my own bed at my boarding house, 
my host and hostess my sole attendants. My 
mind was clear the moment I looked about 
me, and I knew I had been brought home, and 
was now confified from the effects of that blow. 
I resolved to keep my own counsel, and ascer¬ 
tain what I could of the subsequent proceed¬ 
ing of the night. Upon inquiry I found that I 
had been brought home by a young gentleman 
in a carriage, who had left funds for the em¬ 
ployment of a physician, and had also left a 
letter for me. I opened the letter as I was 
alone, and found a fifty dollar bank-note, with 
these words: 
“ You did last night a deed worthy of more 
gratitude than our present means enable us to 
express. The property which so nearly be¬ 
longed to the infamous hag who struck you 
will soon be ours; and you shall then hear from 
us. May the same kindness which prompted 
you to tear the paper, seal your lips hereafter 
as to the painful scenes of last evening! 
Gratefully yours, 
Dora and her Husband. 
My first act was to conceal the letter be¬ 
neath my pillow; my second to call my host 
and tender him the amount of my board bill; 
to my astonishment he told me that my com¬ 
panion paid when he left the letter. It seemed 
I raved a little about my inability to pay my 
host while I was unconscious, and thus the 
husband of Dora (for I had no doubt it was 
he who brought me home) had ascertained the 
fact and paid my bill. Added to this, my 
wound was not severe enough to need any 
surgery more than was offered by my kind 
landlady; so when 1 recovered, (which was 
soon) 1 had only my office rent to pay, and 
then resumed business with the larger part of 
fifty dollars in my treasury. I made cautious 
inquiries about the-House as to the sub¬ 
sequent movements of the mysterious clients, 
but could only ascertain that the old couple 
arrived on that eventful night, the old man or¬ 
dering a pleasant room in which he could die; 
that the young couple came by another con¬ 
veyance, and had taken other rooms; that the 
old man’s body was immediately boxed up and 
shipped for *t.he north under charge of his 
man-servant; the young man paid (he whole 
bill, and left also with his wife. To do my 
worthy host and kind lady full justice, I must- 
say that they never even hinted at the matter, 
and I never had a question to answer; they 
probably took it for granted that 1 had been 
the victim o£some broil, and avoided annoying 
me by any reference to it. 
Thirty years of hard work rolled by, Harry, 
during which 1 acquired a family, fortune, 
name, and grey hairs; but I never, in ail that 
time, saw or heard from my clients, with the 
exception of one letter, which was received 
some years after the occurrences which 1 have 
related, and which contained two more fifty 
dollar bills,’ with the words: 
“ We are very happy; may God bless you!” 
“ Dora.” 
But in all that time, I have never forgotten 
that beautiful, angelic face, nor the mute ap¬ 
peal which it made to my heart; the answer 
which cost.me the deep scar which is the sub¬ 
ject of your present curiosity, and a one thou¬ 
sand dollar fee, less the amount received from 
the young folks. Neither did I, in all that 
time, regret the course I took. 
Some ten years ago, as you probably re¬ 
member, 1 spent a winter in Havana. I 
boarded with a Spanish landlord, whose house 
was generally filled with American visitors.— 
But strange to say, I passed one week without 
a single American arrival, and I was mentally 
resolving one clay to leave for New Orleans, 
where 1 could find troops of friends, and rid 
myself of the ennui consequent upon my soli¬ 
tary position, when 1 heard my host calling to 
me: 
“ Senor, Senor, los Americanos — Ameri¬ 
canos.” 
Looking from my window, I saw a fine, port¬ 
ly gentleman attending to his luggage, and an¬ 
swering the demands of the thousand and one 
leeches of porters who each claimed to have 
brought something for him. Thinkiug that I 
might be of service to him, I went out, and 
with two or three dimes dispersed the villains, 
who, knowing me for an old stager, submitted 
to my orders. The gentleman turned to thank 
me, but suddenly started back, then glanced at 
my temple, and seeing the end of my candle¬ 
stick-mark peeping out beneath ray sombrero, 
he caught me by the hand, exclaiming: 
“ We have met before, sir! how glad I am 
to see you!” 
And then, without explanation, he drew me 
up to the door-way, in which stood a matronly 
but still beautiful woman. 
“ See, Dora,” said he, “ is not this our old 
friend?” 
At the word “ Dora,” I started; and there 
before me, sure enough, stood the Dora of thir¬ 
ty years previous; still retaining many of her 
charms, but with the marks of time, notwith¬ 
standing, impressed upon her features. 
You may well believe our re-union was 
most pleasant; and after dinner was over, and 
we were out enjoying the sea-breeze, the whole 
story was told me. I will not give you the de¬ 
tails of it; it, was long, but the main features 
of it were about what I had surmised. Dora 
was the only child of her wealthy father; her 
mother died when she was a mere child; old 
Angeline had remained with her father in the 
capacity of a housekeeper, and had, while Do¬ 
ra was away at school acquired, as is generally 
the case, complete influence over him. Dora 
was wooed and won by a poor clerk; the fath¬ 
er would not listen to it; an elopement was the 
consequence; and the old man in his rage 
broke up housekeeping, and taking ojd Ange¬ 
line with him, had started for the South. Do¬ 
ra followed him with her husband, although 
she knew he would not see her, and although 
he had always been harsh and unkind to her, 
Corner. 
ILLUSTRATED REBUS, NO. 28. 
Answer in two weeks. 
[Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker.] 
AGRICULTURAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 26 letters. 
My 1, 25, 12, 9, 10, 9, 19, 11 is much needed on 
most farms. 
My 3, 14, 21, 15, 18, 23, 9, 7, 13 farmers are too 
apt to neglect. 
My 11. 25, 12, 4,26 is a delicious fruit. 
My 20, 18, 25, 2 is the first principle in stock 
raising. 
My 6, 17, 12, 19 is a condition not profitable for 
farm stock. 
My 8, 9, 25, 3 is sometimes used for fencing. 
My 5, 9, 19, 2 is a valuable timber. 
My 14, 24, 5, 17, 1 is what ignorant farmers are 
apt to be. 
My 23, 21, 16, 22 was once a prominent farmer 
and writer in England. 
My whole is two cardinal principles in agricul¬ 
ture. J- »• B. 
Norwalk. Ohio. 
Answer next week. 
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The Yearly Volume will comprise 384 octavo pagis,* or 
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This will give ample room for the discussion of many sub¬ 
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notice with our present limited space. Among other 
matters, we propose to pubiisti Pedigrees of pure hied 
cattle, horses, sheep. &c., and to give the names, residence, 
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Arr angements are making to improve the quality, as 
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shall endeavor to secure the assistance, as contr ibutors to 
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May, 1854. D. D. T. MOORE, Rochester, N. Y. 
Question.— A man let 1,000 weight of sheep 
to be doubled in 4 years, but by mutual consent 
took them again in 3 years. How many pounds 
should he return ? I cannot give the answer, 
but as it is a proper business question, and never 
yet satisfactorily solved, (at least to me,) I will 
be much obliged to any man who will give the 
proper answer. J. b. 
PURE SHORT-HORN CATTLE. 
Sixty head — Female Calves, Ileifers and Cows—de¬ 
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“Meteor,” “Lord Barrington.” “Fortune,” and “ Beivi- 
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Endless Chain Horse-Powers, Threshers and Kiddles, 
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Answer to Illustrated Rebus No. 26.— Culti¬ 
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Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma in No. 25. 
—Reading and writing make a fidl and exact mind. 
Answer to Question in No. 25.—Nos. 7, 21, 66, 
198. 
Util anfo 3ijumor. 
“I STILL LIVE!’ 
. Lord Byron on^e remarked, “Glory con- 
yet she knew lie was m the last stages of con- j gigtg of being . sh ? )t itl bat tl e , au( i having one’s 
sumption, and she determined, if possible, to 
be with him when he died. At the time of his 
death, they had been following him about a 
month from place to place, keeping concealed 
from him, and eluding the keen eyes of Angeline. 
When Dora appeared in the room, it was only 
because the man-servant, who had been with 
her father, and who, as you remember, left the 
room when I entered, hud observed their arri¬ 
val, and had gone kindly to her and informed 
her that her father could not live an hour; she 
was entering the room to make one last effort 
at reconciliation, when my voice reading the 
fearful words of her father’s curse caused the 
outcry and the denouement. Her husband, who 
followed her in, found the old man dead, Dora 
in a swoon, me senseless, and old Angeline in 
vain trying to put the many pieces of the will 
together, raving and cursing like a bedlamite, 
lie and the man-servant put the old man’s 
body into the bed, took Dora to her room, and 
while the servant kept guard over Angeline, 
took ine home in a carriage. The rest you 
know. 
I have only to add that, whenever I wander 
north, either alone or with my wife and family, 
we always stop at the house of our kind friends. 
They have spent one winter with us at the 
south, and we expect them again in the com¬ 
ing season. And the young gentleman who 
studied law under my instruction, and who now 
practices law with my name on the sign with 
his (as senior partner, although he does all the 
business,) is Dora’s son, aad from certain con¬ 
scious looks and bright blushing on my pretty 
daughter’s cheek when he calls, I imagine he 
may possibly be mine, too. But of this, Har¬ 
ry, rest assured—I shall not curse her if she 
marries him. 
name reported wrong in the dead and wounded 
list” 
We were never more strongly reminded of 
the truth of this assertion, and how little the 
great are remembered after their death, than 
on hearing a few days since, the following an¬ 
ecdote of an Eastern farmer, trying to repeat 
the last words of the “Godlike Webster,” “I 
still live!” 
A gentleman remarked, “Life is very uncer¬ 
tain.” 
“ Ah, yes,” replied the farmer, “ that’s true, 
every word of it; and by the way, Captain, 
that makes me think of what one of your big 
Massachusetts men said when he died a spell 
ago.” 
“ Who was it?” inquired the Captain. 
“Well, I don’t just call his name to mind 
now, but at any rate he was a big polititioner, 
and lived near Boston, somewhere. My news¬ 
paper said that when he died, the Boston peo¬ 
ple put his image iu their windows, and had a 
funeral for a whole day.” 
“Perhaps it was Webster,” suggested the 
Captain. 
“Yes, that’s the name! Webster—General 
Webster! Strange I couldn’t think on’t afore! 
He riz up in the bed, and says he, ‘1 ain’t 
dead yet!’” —Literary Museum. , 
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“ This is the spot 
Where good oysters is got ” 
“ I will never marry a woman who can’t 
carve,” said M. 
“ Why not?” inquired his friend. 
“ Because she would not be a help meat for 
me.” 
“ My dear,” said an Irish gentleman to his 
wife, “ I would rather the children were kept 
the ideas are deranged, are troubled, and some j ; n ^ be uurser y when 1 am at home, although 1 
x:_ i -- fVv/MY GLolv fteat , , . . r. . . • • •<* u. * J 
time must elapse before they assume their first 
order .—Jlnge Panduljini. 
Little things should not be despised.— 
Many threads will bind an elephant. Many 
drops make a river. 
should not object to their noise if they’d only 
be quiet.” 
An Irishman’s description of making a can¬ 
non: —“Take a long hole, and pour brass 
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