MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YO RKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER, 
Fairfield Classical Academy and Female 
Collegiate Institute. 
Rkv. L. D. STEBBINS, A. M., Principal. 
This Institution is located at Fairfield, Herkimer Co., N. 
Y., upon a beautiful range of hills, in one of Uie healthiest 
villages in the Stale, and is reached by a line of stages 
*—'ui the Central Railroad at Little Falls and Herkimer, by 
10 miles travel. It has by over fifty years of faithful in¬ 
struction and good discipline, attained a large reputation. 
Its Libraries and Apparatus are hardly equalled by any 
Ac ideiny in tlie Statu. 
It has 5 large, commodious buildings all in a plensant 
grove. Its Faculty is large and competent. The Piauoist 
is a gen'leman of superior qualifications. The next term 
will begin Nnveinbw 8th. Board, room furnished, fuel, 
washing, incidental expenses, tuition in common English, 
only $19 per quarter. Conveyance free from Rochester, 
Auburn. Syracuse, Watertown — fare being iemitted on 
payment of Tuition. There i- a complete graduating 
course for Ladies, and full courses for gentlemen for busi¬ 
ness and College, and teaching. For the Ladies there is a 
p.rge Gymnasium for daily exercise. 
For conveyance and rooms, address the Prinicipal at 
Fairfield, Herkimer Co , N. Y. J. SMITH. Pres’t 
J. Mathkr, .Sec’y. 246-4teow 
of horses are heard from its yards and its mead¬ 
ows—its garden is full of fatness, and the 
grape vine laden with promising clusters, fes¬ 
toons the nursery wall. Everything betokens 
fruitfulness and plenty—of which the dissatis¬ 
fied farmer is owner and lord. What earthly 
reason can he have for wishing to sell it? 
Why sell the farm? Hasits owner become 
ambitious as well as restless? Has he read in 
books and newspapers of some far olf land 
where money lies upon the turf, and all you 
have to do is to stoop and take it? Does the 
glitter of Australia haunt his eye, his mind, 
his dreams? Or does he regard himself as 
rich enough to move into the city, and spend 
in luxury what he has earned by unflinching 
toil? Well, human nature is full of freaks. 
If there is one adage that is truer than an¬ 
other, it is the one that says “ a man never 
knows when he is well off.” A farmer — 
staunch, well-to-do farmer. Why, he is the 
very King of comfort Health, enjoyment, 
independence hide among his grass and nestle 
in his tree-tops. He needs not to sigh for 
Australia, when his own soil teems with profit 
He need not travel for gold when he may dig 
it in his fields. And as for the city, it is a 
great deal better to visit it now and then, than 
to make it a continual abiding place. It is in¬ 
finitely better to be a guest than a resident.— 
These are gospel inferences—and the farmer 
will find them so. 
Why sell the farm?—Strange that weshol’d 
pass an unpretending churchyard just at this 
moment and that our unconscious eyes should 
fall upon a new made grave. Perhaps we 
have been too hard with the farmer, after all. 
That very mound, so freshly heaped, may be 
the secret of his discontent. It is not the 
grave of a child; its proportions do not corres¬ 
pond with the “little earth ” to which a young¬ 
ling or a youtji is entitled. There is no stone 
yet raised to tell of its occupant—but some¬ 
how, we cannot help thinking that the farmer’s 
w'ife sleeps there. Forgive us, that we did 
chide thee, good and honest friend. We do 
not blame thee now. That rude inscription, 
“ This house for sale,” now stands as sponsor to 
a volume of suffering. 
Why sell the farm? Because it is home no 
longer. The dear old house seems gloomier 
than a prison, for that, but now, an angel pass¬ 
ed its threshold to return no more. The beau¬ 
ties and comforts it possessed are changed to 
clouds and a.-hes—the air, that haunts its foli¬ 
age and skims across its meadows is fall of 
melancholy meaning. The tree has fallen, and 
the vine has naught unto which to cling. So 
sell the farm, most worthy friend. Would to 
heaven the bargain might include thy sorrows. 
The commonest records are often invested 
with awful eloquence. If we will but dive be¬ 
neath the surface we may bring up a handful 
of pearls .—Buffalo Express. 
“Why Joe Barker! is it possible you don’t 
know the Maine Law went into operation in 
our State to-day?” 
‘ ' 1” Joe took off his old hat 
“The Maine Law 1’ 
and laid one of his broad hands upon his fore¬ 
head. The Maine Law! I heard them talk 
about one last election. They said it was a 
dreadful outrage on our liberties, over at the 
1 Diamond,’ and so I voted agin it. What does 
it do, neighbor? Will it shut up all the tav¬ 
erns?” 
“That’s just what it has done already. You 
can’t buy a drink of liquor in the whole town. 
“You don’t tell me! Hood, sav 1 to that! 
Well, I couldn’t make it out no how. 1 tho’t 
something strange had happened. All shut 
up? Ho, ho! Spriggs said it would be the 
ruination of the town if the law passed. I 
rather guess he thought there was nobody leit 
in town to be ruined except rumsellers. ^ And 
you’re sure every 
“I know it,” 
ILLUSTRATED REBUS, NO. 42 
THE VOICE OF AUTUMN. 
There comes from yonder height, 
A soft repining sound, 
Where forest leaves are blight, 
And fall like flakes of light, 
To the ground. 
It is the Autumn breeze, 
That lightly floating on. 
Just skims the weedy leas, 
Just stirs the growing trees, 
And is gone. 
He moans by sedgy brook. 
And visits with a sigh 
The last pale flowers that look. 
From out their sunny nook, 
At the sky. 
O’er shouting children flies 
That light October wind, 
And, kissing cheeks and eyes. 
He leaves their merry cries 
Far behind. 
And wanders on to make 
That soft uneasy sound. 
By distant wood and lake, 
W here distant fountains break 
From the ground. 
No bower where maidens dwell 
Can win a moment’s stay ; 
Nor fair untrodden dell; 
He sweeps the upland swell, 
And is away. 
Moum’st thou thy homeless state, 
Oh soft repining Yvind! 
That early seek’st and late 
The rest it is thy fate 
Not to find ? 
Not on the mountain’s breast. 
Not on the ocean’s shore, 
In all the east and west ;— 
The wind that stops to rest 
Is no more. 
By valley-s, woods, and springs, 
No wonder thou shouldst grieve 
For all the glorious things 
Thou touchest with thy wings 
And must leave. 
5^” Answer in two w 
[Written for tho Rural New-Yorker.] 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
KICKOK'S 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.: 
H. C. WHITE, A CO., Buifalo, N. Y. 
E.D. HALLOCK, Rochester. 
E. J. FOSTER, Syracuse. 
HIGGINS A GALKINS, Castile, Wyoming Co. 
C. M. W1DR1G, Elmira. 
PROUTY X CHEW, Geneva. 
GREGORY & SMITH, Binghamton. 
DANA BROTHERS, Utica, N. Y. 
LONGETT h GRIFFING, 25 Cliff St., sole agents for New 
York City. 
CIIAS. ASHLEY, Ogdensburg. 
OLIVER k HII.MER, Montpelier, Vt. 
W. H. HILL & CO., 82 Cornhill, Boston. 
GEO. W. EMERY. Albany. 
L’AMEREUX, HALL & RUSSELL, Towanda, J’a. 
Made solely by W. 0. HICKOK, 
240-8w* Harrisburg, l’a. 
rs. Aud 
tavern has been closed?” 
“I know it,” was the decided answer. 
“ Then I’ll run home and tell Betsey. But 
won’t she be glad.” 
And away the excited creature ran, as fast 
as his legs would carry him. 
Poor Betsey Barker! When she found that 
Joe had gone off with all his weeks wages in 
his pocket, she felt like giving up. They were 
out of meal and meat, and the children’s shoes 
no longer kept their feet from the ground.— 
For herself, she had not a garment but what 
was patched and re-patched until scarcely a 
whole breadth of the original fabric remained. 
She had laid it all out in her mind how she 
was going to spend the four dollars which her 
husband told her, in the morning, he would be 
paid for his week’s work. It was a very small 
sum when set off against her many, many needs; 
but she had apportioned it, in her thoughts, in 
such a manner as to make it go the farthest in 
supplying things absolutely necessary. But, 
alas, Joe had gone off with the whole sum in 
his pocket, and she knew the chances were ten 
to one that he would not have the half of it 
left—perhaps not a dollar left—when he came 
home. 
'Che poor wife was disheartened; and who 
can wonder? She cleared off the supper things 
and then sat down to mend an old jacket be¬ 
longing to her eldest boy. As she turned it 
over and over, and noticed how torn and worn 
it was—more fit for the rag-bag than anything 
else—she let it fall into her lap, and, bending 
over the table by which she was sitting, buried 
her face in her hands. She did not weep, her 
feelings of despondency had in them too much 
of hopelessness for tears. 
As she sat thus, the door opened, and her 
quick ears recognized the footsteps of her hus¬ 
band. Her heart fluttered instantly with a 
new hope, while half the oppressive weight on 
her bosom was removed. His return, so early 
and unexpected was an augury of good. That 
he had been drinking, she doubted not; but 
there was ground for believing that he had not 
wasted the money she so much needed. She 
did not raise her head until Joe came up to 
where she was sitting, and, in a tone of exulta¬ 
tion which he could not repress, exclaimed— 
“Hurrah, Betsey! Good news! There is 
all my money—not a cent gone!” 
And he threw a handful of silver coin on the 
table. “Good news! What do you think?— 
Old King Alcohol’s dead; I’ve just heard the 
news.” 
“Are you crazy, Joe?” said Mrs. Barker, 
looking in wonder and bewilderment at her ex¬ 
cited husband. 
“ Not a bit of it, darling!” answered Joe, as 
he threw his arms around his wife’s neck, and 
kissed her. “ Nor drunk either,” he added, as 
she pushed him awmy. “ Why Betsey, don’t 
you know that we’ve got a Maine Law'? I’ve 
been to Gilbert’s and Sprigg’s, and to Dixon’s, 
but they’re all shut up. Tompkins told me 
that a drop of liquor couldn’t be bought in the 
whole town. Ain’t that good news for you, 
old girl? Hurrah, boys! I’m as glad as if I’d 
found a new dollar, i never could pass their 
I am composed of 51 letters. 
My 49, 24, 5,46, 41, 17, 32 is a violent gust of 
wind. 
My 20, 4, 30, 40, 52, 10, 1 is a person appointed 
to hear. 
My 8, 48, 43, 3, 19, 42, 12, 44, 38 is excellence 
unequalled. 
My 33, 6, 19, 44, 21, 31, 45 is union. 
My 37, 41, 22, 47, 8, 36, 9 is brief. 
My 11,6, 27, 44,29,11,16 is a Tartar vehicle. 
My 23, 7, 39,6,25, 26,16,29,13, 5 is a worshiper 
of the sun. 
My 18, 2, 9, 51,26,15, 6, 31, 52 is more elevated. 
My 34, 28, 5, 14, 37, 28, 21 is an excess. 
My 35, 50, 36, 21, 29 is a game at cards. 
My whole will be found by all to contain truth. 
GAFFNEY, BURKE & C0„ 
IMPORTERS, WHOLESALE AND RETAIL DEALERS IN 
Foreign and Domestic Diy Goods, 
No. 53 Main Street, and Nus. I 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 
the season. Their improved facilities for importing, and 
the great advantage of having a resident partner in New 
York, daily attending the Auction Sales, enable them to 
offer 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 k 3 North St. Paul St., 
GAFFNEY’S BLOCK, ROCHESTER. 
CHARADE 
My first two letters show the man, 
So do my five—to whose last three 
Are owing many a plot and plan 
Of wisdom, wit, and knavery-. 
My four first would exhort in vain 
If their three last should be dead letters; 
My five last all the world contain, 
And even bind the sea in fetters. 
I’m quite at home in letters six — 
To friendship warm, to coldness hateful; 
And still til’ inconstant heart I fix, 
That without me would be ungrateful. 
[ Blackwood 8 Mag. 
Answer next week. 
Summer Dress Goods. —We have just 
opened a very large stock of Summer Dices Goods, con¬ 
sisting of a tine assortment of Brilliants, plain and figured 
Bareges and Tissues, plaid andsiriped Pongee Silks, Mus¬ 
lins, plaid and striped Lawns, Printed Jaconets, &c., Xc. 
The styles are entirely new and beautiful. 
GAFFNEY, BURKE & CO., 53 .Main St., Rochester. 
Eroche and Crape Shawls. —We have 
now on hand a very large stock of Broclie and Crape 
Shawls, all colors and qualities, which we are selling at 
very great bargains, as they were purchased much less than 
cost to import, at an Auction Sale. 
GAFFNEY, BURKE & CO., 
Gaffney’s Block, 53 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 por cash, and will 
be sold at less than cost to import. The styles are very 
handsome and entirely new. Y/e have also just reeeived 
40 pieces of those celebrated Black Silks, which we are 
selling as cheap as usual. GAFFNEY, BURKE, k CO., 
53 Main St.. Gappnky’s Block, Rochester. 
JOE barker; 
OR, a STORY OF THE MAINE LAW. 
BY T. S. ARTHUR. 
Joe Barker was weak-minded, and fond of 
strong drink. His earnings, not large at best, 
were heavily taxed by the rum shops, and his 
poor family, fed on the coarsest food, and cloth¬ 
ed in multi-patched rags, were left to struggle 
with adversity. Joe was good-natured, even 
when drunk, but hi3 weakness was, he could 
not pass a rum shop He would make resolu¬ 
tions, when entreated by his wife; and break 
them when tempted by the landlord. He did 
not read the newspapers, and knew nothing 
about the Maine Law, except what he gather¬ 
ed from the liquor venders. Well, Joe had 
been, under the monitions of his wife, abstinent 
for a whole day, when his week’s wages was in 
his Docket, and his throat hot with the rum 
WOOD AND COPPER. PLATE ENGRAVING- 
Miller X Mix, Designers ami Engravers, No. lb, third 
story, Arcade, Rochester, N. Y , will be happy to exhibit 
specimens of their work, embracing a great variety of book 
illustrations, views of public and private buildings, land¬ 
scapes, portraits, machinery, society seals, Ac. Particular 
attention given to engraving Agricultural Implements, 
Portraits of Domestic Animals, &c. 
Invitation, Wedding, Visiting aud Business Cards En¬ 
graved and Printed at short notice, and in a style to give 
entire satisfaction. Orders by mail will receive as prompt 
attention as though ordered personally. L. C MIX. 
232-tf JOHN MILLER. 
All our citizens venerate the Charter Oak, 
the grand old tree that so completely shielded 
the written charter, which continued to be our 
organic law until 1818. In song and story the 
old Oak is made famous, and thousands of 
strangers from abroad annually visit it. The 
tree stands upon the Wyllys place, now owned 
aud occupied by the Hon. I. W. Stuart, who 
has kindly cared for it A few years since 
some boys kindled a fire in its trunk, which 
burnt out most of the rotten parts ol it. Mr. 
S. soon discovered the fire, and at once had iL 
put out. He then, at considerable expense, 
had the hollow inclosed by a door, with lock 
and key. He also had the stumps of branches 
that had been broken off covered with tin and 
painted. The tree, from this time seemed to 
be imbued with new life — each succeeding 
spring dressing itself in a richer and denser fo¬ 
liage. On the 22d inst., the New Haven Fire 
Companies, who came up to join their breth¬ 
ren in Hartford, on the occasion of their an¬ 
nual muster, visited the famous oak. They 
were, of course, kindly received by Mr. Stuart. 
To show them the capacity of the tree he in¬ 
vited the firemen to enter the hollow trunk, 
when twenty-four of the men belonging to 
Capt. McGregor's Company (Neptune No. 6.) 
entered together. They came out, and twenty- 
eight of Capt. Thomas’ Company (Washington 
No. 6,) then entered. By placing twenty-eight 
full-grown men in an ordinary room of a dwel¬ 
ling, one may judge of the great size of the fa¬ 
mous old Charter Oak .—Hartford Times 
Answer to Illustrated Rebus No. 40.— Honesty 
in life and uprightness in deal, insure respect. 
Apswer to Miscellaneous Enigma in No. 40.— 
In the liana of the Great Jehovah and the Continen¬ 
tal Congress. 
Answer to Cliarade>#*4lfcHV l T 
It were a folly to deny 
A speculation in the eye, 
And’tis as clear an eye can speak 
Iu language sure as Sappho's Greek. 
Yet, though it speaks, is mostly under 
A brow that looks if speaks not thunder; 
Such brow as Homer gave to Zeus 
When he was press’d as was his use, 
'Mong gods and men to play the deuce, 
Thus eye and brow, tho’ seeming two, 
United execution do. 
Like thunder first announced by flashes, 
One kills by frowns, one kills thro' lashes; 
And yet they do so surely pair, 
They suit each other to a hair. 
The eye-brow —what would beauty be 
Without one?—like—why let us seet 
Its eyes like jewels badly set, 
A house without a parapet, 
A window without architrave. 
The sea without a curling wave — 
The finest features lacking eye brow, 
Would not be worth a single tlyblow ; 
Boauty herself, without its aid 
To leud the modesty of shade, 
No better than a barefaced jade. 
LAND PLASTER 
At Canandaigua, Victor, and Fisher’s Railroad Depots. 
The subscriber lias on hand at each of the above Railroad 
Stations, 5U0 tons of pure, fresh ground laud Blaster.— 
Farmers can depend upon getting their Piaster at the above 
places, of a superior quality and not kiln dried. 
THE WOOL GROWER AND STOCK REGISTER. 
Vol. VI.— Enlarged and Improved I 
A SLIGHT MISTAKE ON BOTH SIDES. 
Merely a Transposition. —“ Wouldn’t you 
call this the calf of a log?” asked Bob, pointing 
to one of his nether limbs, rather compactly 
Mr. C. Moork, of Gerry, Chau. Co., is authorized 
to act as Agent for the Rural New-Yorker, and for tho 
Wool Grower and Stock Rhoistkr, in the counties of 
Chautauqua and Cattaraugus, N. Y., and Warren, Pa. 
i encased in representations of barber poles and 
running vines. “No,” replied Jim,‘“I should 
In the course of a ride, out ar.-.ong the rus¬ 
ticities, where air smells of clover, the foliage 
is fresh,.and the birds are not afraid, we came 
across a sign which bore the above inscription. 
It was not lettered in a style which Wilgus or 
Smith would select as a model, but the charac¬ 
ters were sufficiently plain to answer the ob¬ 
ject intended; on the same principle that one 
can as well understand the English language 
when it jumps from the mouth of the untutor¬ 
ed boor, as when it murmurs ou the velvet lips 
of the languid beauty. 
The inscription took the form of a text, at 
once- 
MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER, 
IB FUIiUSHKD EVERY SATURDAY, 
BY D. D. T. MOORE, ROCHESTER, N. Y. 
“ How are ye, Smith?” says Jones. 
Smith pretends not to know him, and replies 
hesitatingly, 
“ Sir, you have the advantage of me.” 
“Yes I suppose so; everybody has that’s got 
common sense. 
the journey. The conversation between the 
two friends had been lively and the silence that 
ensued when the aforementioned traveler left | 
was painful. At last our hero thought he. ' 
would endeavor to get up some sort of con¬ 
versation in order to beguile the time. 
“ Parlez vous Francais, Monsieur?" suid 
he, addressing the supposed German. 
“ JYon, no, entendez,” replied the other, 
“ Canst sie JDeutch sprachen'f” 
JYicht ,” replied our hero witli a shake of 
the head; but he added, “ Ha bin. V. Espanoll" 
Si, Senor, pocof replied the traveler, and 
a sort of mongrel conversation in tolerable in¬ 
different Spanish, was maintaiuod between the 
two until the stage stopped at its destination, 
when both travelers prepared to ulight. 
“Take care of my buggage, Jim,” shouted 
the supposed German in unmistakable vernac¬ 
ular, to the driver, as he stepped on the stoop 
of the hotel. 
“ What, sir! do you speak English?” asked 
our hero in a tone of surprise, “ I thought you 
were a German.” 
“ To be sure I do. I ought to. I’m a Bos¬ 
tonian, but 1 thought you were a Frenchman!’, 
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club rates of the Rural,— making the lowest price to Cana¬ 
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Subscription money, properly enclosed, may be sent 
by mail at the risk of the Publisher. 
♦.•The postage ou the Rural is but 8X cents per quar¬ 
ter, payable in advance, to any part of the State — and 6>a 
cents to any part of the United States,— except Monroe 
County, where it goes free. 
Advertising. — Brief and appropriate advertisements 
will bo insorted at >1,50 per square, (teu lines, or 100 
words,) or 15 cents per line — in advance. The circulation 
of tire Rural Nkw-Yokkkk is several thousand greater 
than that of any other Agricultural or similar journal in 
America. Patent medicine*, Xc, will not he advertised in 
A friend said to another, on seeing 
handsome equipage waiting in the street, 
should like a drive out, wouldn’t you?” 
“Get in,” replied the wag, “and I’ll 
bound for it, they’ll soon drive you out.” 
•aud, straightway, a mental sermon suc¬ 
ceeded, which we will recall and jot down, as 
our memory serves us; 
Why sell the farm? It looks in excellent 
condition. Were it a female and not a farm, 
it would hurt somebody’s heart grievously.— 
Instead of being offered, it would be sought 
after, and as only one out of a hundred suitors 
could prevail, there would be ninety and nine 
statues of despair reared in ninety and nine 
bosoms. We cannot see how a man whose 
discrimination is not blunted can part with 
such a farm. Its owner must be a prince.— 
From its fertile heart cometh sustenance in 
abundance. It beareth corn and fruit—sheep 
wander in its valleys, cattle browse on its hill¬ 
sides. The chatter of fowls aud the neighing 
There are two reasons why you should not 
interrupt an editor when he is writing. One is, 
it is apt to put him out—the other is. you 
might get put out yourself. 
A Western paper speaks of a man who 
“ died without the aid of a physician. Such 
instances of death are very rare. 
Man, while he loves, is never quite depraved. 
