MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YO RKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
TnKRK are billows, silvery billows, 
Out on the azure sea. 
And their waves go gliding, gliding, 
In gladness and in glee. 
And rays of light down flinging 
Their diamond gems unstrung, 
Across the lakelet’s bosom, 
A mystic robe have flung. 
But out upon the hilltops 
And in the winding dell, 
Are fairer fields a-waving. 
Where golden billows swell. 
While in a sea of sunbeams, 
The bending harvest laves, 
The silvered foam is floating 
Across the yellow waves. 
The golden waves go chasing 
Each other up the hill, 
Till the breeze is lulled to silence, 
And the harvest standeth still. 
Prom golden grains now falling 
Before the reapers blow, 
With life, and health, and gladness, 
Our board shall overflow. 
The cloud upon the sky-land, 
No shadow ever leaves; 
Its sombre form is dancing, . 
Among the sickled sheaves. 
We are dwellers in a life-field, 
Where shadows ever full, 
But they leave upon the soul-land, 
A light-outsllulting pall. 
The waves that e’er go gliding 
Across its mystic plaiu, 
Full oft the chess is lifting, 
Instead of golden grain. 
We all, we all, are sowers, 
In Life's unmeasured field; 
But when the harvest cometh, 
How various is our yield. 
Some there are whose heart-cups 
O'er—brimming gladness show, 
As oft the swinging lily bells, 
With fragrance overflow. 
But some there are a-gleaning, 
Who gather but in ears; 
While some go empty handed, 
And garner bitter tears. 
But when the mighty reaper 
Shall gather in his sheaves. 
The sorrowing shall be garnered, 
Where light the soul inweaves. 
Rural Vale, August, 1S54. 
Ilitral Slidell §00! 
CFor Moore’s Rural New-Yorker.] 
JOE YINING’S THEFT. 
BY MRS. M . W . II. 
We frequently read stories “founded, on 
fact,” and I am inclined to think that more 
fiction has its foundation in the real events of 
life, than is generally supposed. The follow¬ 
ing is not founded on, but is fact itself, and 
transpired long since the establishment by Di¬ 
vine Authority, of that immutable principle, 
“ The way of the transgressor is hard.” 
Joe Vinwg, the eldest of a large family of 
children who had all been obliged to “ dig ” 
on a miserable shrub-oak farm, such as is some¬ 
times met with in some New-England locali 
ties, became convinced before he was twenty- 
one years of age, that the more a man owned 
of such acres, the poorer he would be. lie 
knew that he had always worked hard and 
fared hard, but he would not have minded this, 
if he could have received a suitable return for 
his labor. Besides, he began to look forward 
to the time when he could take Sally Stubbs 
to a home he could call his own, where it had 
been long understood that she should preside. 
Jok had scraped together a little money, by 
raising a few potatoes, corn, or turnips, on a 
patch set off for his own, occasionally selling 
a lamb that he had raised after it had been 
given over as dead, and by various other ex¬ 
pedients to which farmers’ boys in these days 
noed not resort to obtain this very convenient 
article. 
The next day after Joe “ came of age,” with 
his every-day suit on his back, and his “ free¬ 
dom suit ” tied up in his pocket handkerchief, 
he started for “ York State,” intending to find 
the fertile regions of the “ Whitestowu Coun¬ 
try," which was then “ the laud of promise” to 
many an emigrant. The “ Genesee Country,” 
whence the Kurai, New-Yorker visits its 
thousands of subscribers, was the “ Eldorado ” 
of a still more recent date to the enterprising 
young men of New-England. Even within 
my own recollection, and I am not a very old 
woman, when friends emigrated to Western 
New York, they were never expected to re¬ 
turn, and if they went as far as Ohio, they 
were considered as completely severed from 
home as if they were dead and burie3. Per¬ 
haps one whom Joe left behind might have 
been more sanguine, but it was a sad day when 
he left the house of Deacon Stubbs, who told 
him, as much to encourage him as with any 
expectation that he would return, that he 
might have Sally as soon as he had provided 
a comfortable home for her. 
Nearly a year had elapsed since Joe left 
Quanticut, when Sally received a letter in¬ 
forming her that he had purchased a tract of 
wild land of the greatest luxuriance and 
promise, had made a clearing, raised a fine 
crop of wheat, and was about to commence 
building a log house. What, besides the 
above, this primitive love-letter contained, I 
am not able to say, but I will venture to assert 
that it cost more labor than his grand-children 
need to bestow on half-a-dozen pages, thanks 
to the increasing facilities for learning. If any 
one supposes from the time that elapsed be¬ 
fore Sally heard from her lover, that his at¬ 
tachment could not have been very g'reat, 1 
beg them to call to mind the fact that there 
was a time when it took the mails as many 
weeks to carry a letter, as it now takes mo¬ 
ments to transmit the same message a similar 
distance—besides, a letter cost eight times as 
much postage as it now does, which must have 
been quite a consideration to a poor lover. 
After an absence of about two years, Joe 
made his appearance in his native place, where 
he arranged to work out by the mouth till au¬ 
tumn, be married, and take a final leave of 
Quanticut. Accordingly, he sought employ¬ 
ment, and was hired by “Squire Lijah,” as 
grandfather was called, to distinguish him 
from a neighbor who bore the same patrony¬ 
mic, without the office of magistrate. A 
short time before Joe’s term of service expir¬ 
ed, my grandfather sold a yoke of oxen;—the 
buyer was invited into the room where stood 
the old desk, near which they seated them¬ 
selves. While they were occupied with their 
business, Joe passed through the room into 
the cellar, just as grandfather was depositing 
the money in a little drawer in his desk.— 
Eighty dollars, thought Joe, is a pretty large 
sum ; the Squire must be quite well oil; I 
wonder, should he lose that money, if he would 
Bver feel it. Flow I wish I could have as 
much money as that, just as I am going to be 
married and go to housekeeping. Eighty 
dollars! that would almost stock my farm! it 
would make the next payment on the land, at 
any rate, and leave thirty dollars. This, with 
the new wagon I am to have for my work, 
would give me a good start. Thus soliloquized 
Joe, whose evil genius whispered in his ear, 
“ t a ke it, Joe, he never will suspect you; only 
be careful, and if he does suspect, he can’t 
prove it. Only think how much eighty dollars 
will do for you!” But, thought he, I should 
have to force the lock, and he would hear me, 
for he sleeps in the next room; and more than 
all, Sally would not have me if she found it 
out;—but, whispered the fiend, perhaps he 
don’t lock the desk, and as for Sally, she 
never would believe such a thing of you; these 
girls never believe anything ill of the man 
they love.” 
Joe returned to his work, but a dangerous 
enemy had gained access to the fortress of his 
mind, where, by the aid of lesser ones already 
entrenched, he gained the victory, and Joe re¬ 
tired to bed with his miud made up to possess 
the treasure that he vainly fancied would aid 
him forward so much. He laid tossing rest 
lessly on his bed till he thought all in the house 
were asleep, when he arose and stole into the 
room, scarcely able to suppress the audible 
beatings of his heart, to which the old clock 
in its tall case, beat a loud response, which, to 
his excited imagination, seemed to say, “ stop 
thief! stop thief I” Unfortunately, the desk 
was not locked, and the money was transferred 
to Joe’s pocket. To avoid the possibility of 
its being found on him, he hid it in the woods 
a considerable distance from the house, fancy¬ 
ing that the very owls hooted “ thief ” in his 
ears. lie crept back to occupy an uneasy 
pillow till the daylight should call him forth 
to labor under the curse of guilt. At his 
meals and in the fields, for days after, he could 
feel the gaze of the “ Squire’s ” eyes burning 
on his averted face, till he would almost sink; 
such is the force of conscience when first 
tempted to tread the path of dishonesty. 
At my grandfather’s, bolts and bars to the 
doors were unknown, and it may be thought 
strange that suspicion should not have gone 
beyond his own threshold, but it did not, for 
he was a shrewd as well as stern man. It be¬ 
came noised abroad that money had been 
stolen from the “ Squire,” but he forbore 
amid the general goasip, to accuse any one 
openly. Perhaps lie felt a twinge of con¬ 
science for leaving so great a temptation with¬ 
out the security of even a lock. 
The day J oe left his service, inv grandfather 
called him into his private room, and drawing 
himself up, his commanding figure appearing 
to the trembling man before him to be nearer 
ten feet than six, — “Joe Vining,” said he 
you took that money from my desk, and I 
now call on you to restore it.” Joe, in the 
most solemn manner, denied all knowledge of 
the theft. “ I cannot,” said my grandfather, 
prove that you took it, and I have forborne to 
prosecute you and blast your character; I hope 
this is your first theft, and may it be the last; 
but remember, Joft Yininq, that I tell you, you 
will never know one moment's peace of mind 
till you make restitution .” This was said in a 
manner that partook of the J udge and the 
friend; it sent an arrow to the heart of poor 
Joe — how long it rankled there, the sequel 
will show. 
Years passed, and that home in the wilder¬ 
ness echoed and re-echoed with the gleeful 
notes of hale sons and daughters that were 
born to the Yinings, but they did not prosper, 
.like their neighbors. Sometimes the hopeful 
and cheerful wife would say she could not sec 
why they did not succeed as well as others who 
began when they did, and had become rich, 
and built fine houses without working as hard 
as they had done, still occupying the old log 
house. When she talked in this way, it always 
produced such an effect on her husband’s tem¬ 
per, that she forbore to speak of their circum¬ 
stances, and looked forward hopefully to the 
help of their children. 
******* 
One day my grandfather was in the field 
with his men harvesting grain, when a stranger 
approached on horseback; alighting and tying 
his horse, he accosted the old gentlemen, ask¬ 
ing if lie recognized him. After a moment’s 
scrutiny, he replied in the negative. The 
stranger, without telling his name, asked him 
to go and look at his horse, which my grand¬ 
father did, remarking “he is a very fine animal, 
but I do not wish to buy.” “Neither do I 
wish to sell,’ said the stranger, “ but the horse 
is yours; the only restitution Joe Vining has 
in his power to make to j-ou for the money he 
stole from you twenty y’ears ago.” 
Grandfather raised his eyes in astonishment 
as he took the proffered hand of Joe Vining, 
(for it was none other .than him,) who thus 
continued,—“your parting words to me have 
rung in my ears continually, till I have some¬ 
times almost wished to die. I have not pros¬ 
pered, and often have I resolved to restore 
four-fold, but had not the means. That horse 
is five years old, and from the time it was born 
1 have considered it yours when it should at¬ 
tain its lull value. Had I not found you alive, 
as 1 feared I might not, I should have left the 
horse for your family; but thank God, you are 
still here, and now, if you can forgive me, I 
can go home in peace, and lift up my head 
that has been so long bowed down with guilt 
and shame. ” We may readily imagine that a 
full and free forgiveness was not withheld for 
a single act that had made its perpetrator so 
miserable. 
Joe Yininq returned to his home a free 
man. The change that took place in his dis¬ 
position was noticed by his neighbors, and 
still more by his family. The affairs of life 
were undeitaken with an alacrity and energy 
that contained those elements of success which 
he had never before been able to bring to his 
work. His children assumed a new interest in 
his eyes, his sons helped him to improve and 
enlarge his farm, and to build a new house.— 
He never told his secret trouble, even to his 
wife, till after his return from Quanticut She 
shed many tears of joy that the leaden weight 
was lifted from her husband's heart While 
he lived, he was indefatigable in his efforts to 
instill into the minds of his children and grand¬ 
children the great importance of keeping a 
“conscience void of offence,” often relating, 
with fictitious names, the story of Joe Ylning’s 
theft, and its consequences. 
Umitli’s €mtx. 
ILLUSTRATE!) REBUS, NO. §0. 
Answer in two weeks. 
[Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker.] 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 13 words and GO letters. 
My 20, 48, 32, G, 3G is the goddess of Agricul¬ 
ture. 
My 11, 44, 33, 52, 8, 49, 37, 43, 12, is between 
ourselves. 
My 28, 18, 51, 41, 55, 21, 45, 26, 10, 42, 17, 34, 
20 is an Albino. 
My 4, 29, 7, 57, GO, 58, 19, was the goddess of 
wisdom. 
My 26, 53, 20, 25, 37, 56 was an actor at the 
siege of Troy. 
My 1, 42, 15, 12, 14, 27, 43, 46, is Sir, Mr. 
My 3, 31, 23, 60, 28, 5 is annually. 
My 13, 10, 54, 35 is a wind instrument. 
My 38, 29, 50, 16, 28, 59 is an instrument of 
music. 
My 2, 39, 29, 25, 40 is friendship. 
My 19, 1, 30, 28, 47, 37,17,24 is dulness of sight. 
My 22, 9 are 1,000 each. 
My whole was the saying of Gen. Jackson. 
Leatherville, N. Y. C. II. 
{ggr Answer next week. 
HICKOKS PATENT CIDER MILL, 
As improved for 1854 received over Fifty Premiums and 
Diplomas in 1853. This Mill is warranted superior to all 
others. Sold by the following Agents, who will supply 
pamphlets containing descriptions, Ac.: 1 •' 
H. C. WHITE. A CO., Bullalo, N. Y. 
E. D. HALLOCK, Rochester. 
E. J. FOSTER, Syracuse. 
HIGGINS A CALKINS, Castile, Wyoming Co. 
<1. M. WIDRIG, Elmira. 
PROUTY A CHEW, Geneva. 
GREGORY a SMITH, Binghamton. 
DANA BROTHERS, UticaiN. Y. 
LONG “'1 I’ A GRIM' ING, 25 Cliff St., sole agents for New 
York City. 
CHAS. ASHLEY, Ogdenshurg. 
OLIVER A HTLMER, Montpelier, Yt. 
W. If. HILL A CO., 82 Cornhill, Boston. 
GEO. W. EMERY, Albany. 
L’AMEREUX, HALL & RUSSELL, Towanda, Pa. 
Made solely by W. O. HICKOIC, 
Harrisburg, Pa.' 
240-8w* 
TRUNKS AND VALISES. 
(’ '-«?•») T [ik subscriber would inform the citizens 
R° c hesterand the public generally, that 
’- 'i '.Att Qt V : 1 Is manufacturing extensively, a very su- 
'SEii^Aj^Jperior article of sole leather ami steel spring 
trunks, which he will guarantee to be equal to anything 
made in the United States. b 
You may see at PRITCHARD’S Trunk Depot and Sales 
Room, 78 State street, 1050 Trunks and Valises and he is 
now adding to this large stock from 125 to 160 per week— 
among which you may lind Trunks varying from one dol¬ 
lar to fifty. If you should want anything in his line, give 
him a call, for his motto is, “ Large sales and small profits ” 
v . . „ r „ A ' H - ™UT;HARD, No. 78 State St.' 
Rochester. N. Y., Aug., 1854. 240-tf 
MATHEMATICAL PROBLEM. 
an arch whose greatest height of curvature is 
eight feet, what is the length of the curve. 
Stowell’s Corners, N. Y. I. g. 
Answer next week? 
HOME PROTECTION. 
Tempest Insurance Company, Capital $250,000, Organized 
December 24, 1852; Chartered March 1.17.53. Homes 
only Insured by this Company. No one risk taken for 
more than $3,000. 
Many distinguished persons have insured their homes 
to the amount of $3,000 each, in this Company among 
whom are Ex-President Van Bup.en, Kinderhook- Ex- 
Governor Seward, Auburn. 
_ , . Aururn, May 16th, 1853. 
To whom tt may concern :—We arc persdfcullv acquainted 
with many of the Ollicers and Directors dHhe Tempest In¬ 
surance Company, located at Meridian, Cayuga Co N Y 
In our opinion they are among the most wealthy and sub¬ 
stantial class of Farmers in this county. 
J. N. STARIN. 
ELMORE P. ROSS. 
_ , THOMAS Y. HOWE, Jr. 
The above gentlemen will be recognized as the Cashier 
of Cayuga County Bunk, Auburn; Postmaster, Auburn and 
Ex-Member of Congress, Auburn, Cayuga County. 
N - h.—The public are cautioned to bear in mind the 
name, (Tempest.) and not submit to an imposition daily 
practiced by two-by-four Mutual Co’s. J 
234 ' 4t _ T. R. TIM BY, Secretary. 
GAEENEY, BURKE & CO., 
IMPORTERS, WHOLESALE AND RETAIL DEALERS IX 
Foreign and Domestic Dry Goods, 
No. 53 Main Street, and Nos. 1 and 3 North St. Paul Street, 
GAFFNEY’S BLOCK, ROCHESTER, 
Have now in store one of the largest stocks of Dry Goods 
ever brought to this city, in which may be found every de¬ 
sirable article of Ladies’ and Gents' Dress Goods, adapted to 
If two pillars twenty-five feet apart support I l hi 1™" u !a. 1 '.! ?'. r . facilities , for importing, and 
THE MORAL OF BUSINESS. 
We often see. an old and well-beaten man 
who never had any success in his life, who al¬ 
ways knew more and accomplished less than 
his associates, who took the quartz and dirt of 
enterprise, while they took the gold, and yet, 
in old age, he is the happier man. He had a 
sum of Hope, and they of desire and greed — 
and amid all his misfortunes and mysterious 
providences, he had that within him which 
rose up and carried his heart above all 
troubles, and upon their world-wide waters 
bore him up like the old Ark upon the Deluge. 
It was the Deluge that gave out—not the Ark. 
God has distributed his gifts. It takes a score 
of them to make one man. 
One supplies the swift sagacity; another the 
cautious logic; another the impelling force; 
another the hope; another the practical tact; 
one supplies general principles, another the 
working plans. Men seldom unite by the 
strong points. It is men’s weaknesses that 
bind them together. By distributing gifts, 
God makes one man dependent upon another; 
and welds society together by making every 
man necessitous, in some place, as regards oth¬ 
er men. This distribution extends to classes 
and business interests—some are extensively 
progressive, and some stoutly stationary.— II. 
H ard Beecher. 
The World and Chance. — How often 
might a man, after he had jumbled a set of let¬ 
ters in a bag, fling them out upon the ground 
before they would fall into an exact poem, yea, 
or so much as to make a good discourse in 
prose. And may not a little book be as easi¬ 
ly made by chance as this great volume of the 
world? How long might a man be sprinkling 
colors upon canvas with a careless hand, before 
they could happen to make the exact picture 
of a man! And is man easier made by chance 
than his picture? How long might twenty 
thousand blind men, which should be sent out 
from several remote places in England, wander 
up and down before they would meet upon 
Salisbury Blain and fall into rank and file in 
the exact order of an army? And yet this is 
more easy to be imagined than how the innu¬ 
merable blind parts of matter should rendez¬ 
vous themselves into a world.— Tillotsoiu 
Answer to Illustrated Rebus No. 34.— T/ t e 
new style of Ladies' bonnets is the nc plus ultra. 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma in No. 33. 
Veni, Vidi, Vici,—I came, I saw, I conquered. 
EPIGRAM. 
To this night’s masquerade, quoth Dick, 
By pleasure I am beckoned ; 
And think 'twould be a pleasant trick 
To go as Charles the Second. 
Tom felt for repartee a thirst, 
And thus to Richard said : 
You'd better go as Charles the First, 
For that requires no head. 
Carpets vs. Blankets. —In a certain town¬ 
ship of New Hampshire, where little is known 
of the appliances of modern days, a young far¬ 
mer had occasion to call on the minister, who 
had just moved in from Massachusetts, and 
was shown into the “ best room.” When the 
minister came down to see him, he found him 
sitting in a chair on the door sill, with his legs 
outside in the entry. The astonished clergy¬ 
man asked him why he did not go into the 
parlor. “Oh!” said he, “I was afeared of 
sp’iliu’ your blanket by treadin’ on it!” 
A “ stuck-up ” sort of a genius entered a 
shop in Philadelphia, and turning up his nose 
at some apples in the window, exclaimed: 
“Are those apples lit for a hog to eat I” 
“1 don’t know: try them and see,” was the 
instant reply of the shop-keeper. 
The Boston Post is guilty of the following: 
Some negroes escaped from jail at Mariposa by 
boring holes with an auger. Oth -r prisoners 
were placed in the same room before it was 
properly repaired, and likewise escaped by the 
nigger auger route. 
John Randolph met a personal enemy in 
the street one day, who refused to give him 
half the sidewalk, saying that he never turned 
out for a rascal. “I do,” said Randolph, 
stepping aside, and politely raising his hat— 
“ pass on, sir—pass on 1” 
The late Rowland Hill once said, on observ¬ 
ing some persons euter his chapel to avoid the 
rain that was falling, “ Many persons are to be 
blamed for making their religion a cloak; but 
1 do not think those much better who make it 
an umbrella!” 
“Biddy, has that surly fellow cleared off the 
snow from the pavement?” “ Yes, sur.” “ Did 
he clear it off with alacrity, Biddy?” “No, 
sur, wid a shovel” 
the great advantage of haring a resident partner in ’.\Vv 
V ork, daily attending the Auction Sales, enable them to 
oiler to Merchants and Dealers, by piece, case or bale as 
cheap as can be purchased in the New York aud Boston 
Markets. 
Wholesale Rooms Nos. 1 & 3 North St. Paul St 
GAFFNEY’S BLOCK, ROCHESTER. 
Summer Dress Goods—We have just 
opened a very largo stock of Summer Dress Goods, con¬ 
sisting of a tine assortment of Brilliants, plain and figured 
Bareges and Tissues, plaid and striped Pongee Silks, Mus- 
lms, plaid and striped Latvns, Printed Jaconets, he. Ax 
The styles are entirely new and beautiful. 
GAl bNEY , BL RKE & CO., 63 Main St., Rochester. 
Broche and Crape Shawls.—We have 
now on hand a very large stock <>i Broche and Crape 
Shawls, all colors and qualities, which we arc selling at 
very great bargains, as they were purchased much less than 
cost to import, at an Auction Sale. 
GAFFNEY, BURKE & CO., 
Gatlney’s Block, 63 Main St., Rochester. 
More New Silks.—We have just received 
another large assortment of Summer Silks, fiom an Auc¬ 
tion Sale, which were purchased cheap for cash, and will 
be sold at less than cost to import. The styles are very 
handsome and entirely new. We have also just received 
40 pieces of those celebrated Black Sii.ks, which we are 
soiling as clioap as usual. GAFFNEY, tit ttKK, ,t CO. 
53 Main St., Gaffney’s Bj.ock, Rochester. ’ 
LAND PLASTER 
At Canandaigua, Victor, and Fisher’s Railroad Depots. 
The subscriber has on hand at each of the above Railroad 
Stations, 500 tons of pure, fresh ground land Plaster.— 
Farmers can depend upon getting Heir Plaster at theabove 
places, of a superior quality and not kiln dried. 
217-4m _ JIRE H ROWLEY. 
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