Still cherishing that inward sight, Mr. Pickle 
saw oftener and more clearly the spiritual vision 
revealed ere Hie struggles of life were fairly com¬ 
menced, and felt assured that he recognized its 
lineaments iu the lovely face now seldom absent 
from bis thoughts. Unconsciously he yielded all, 
and in due time wakened to the magnitude of the 
venture he had made. Miss Thornton had been 
sisterly, grateful, affectionate, bat nothing further. 
None of the old, teasing ways,—none of the impet¬ 
uous temper of her early youth, had been betray¬ 
ed. He thought of her, so calm and spiritual, 
so earnest and ready in the duties of her station, 
and remembered that, of late, her manner had 
been slightly constrained,—her cheek sometimes 
flushed and the fathomless eyeS moist with recent 
tears. “ I will see what’s the matter,’’ thought he, 
and heeding no holiday, hastened to Rugby St., 
greeting his friend vehemently, “Kate, what ails 
yon, bf late? Have I grieved yon? Hasanytliing 
gone wrong? You ought to confide id me.” 
“And why?” said Ehe, waveringly. 
“ Because, I love you, and with no hoy's passion. 
A heart, tried and tempted, but never wasted, or 
divided, I offer you. Pear Kate, will yon take 
veil, but the eyes, so changeful, in depth and hue, 
still haunted him. His passing inquiries were 
unsuccessful, and as be was about pursuing them 
further, the fair incognita disappeared. 
A month passed, and the Session of the Church 
met, the pale young lady, with the wonderful eyes, 
appearing among the applicants for membership, 
“You will please write your names,” said Mr. 
Pickle, and as he glanced down the list, “Kate 
Thornton” was the last. The mystery was 
solved, — and he sprang forward, grasping her 
haDd with genuine joy, exclaiming, as he noted 
her wasted form, “Dear Kate, this is not all 
time!” 
She rose to meet him, and fell hack, fainting. 
He took her in his arms and carried her to 
another room,— his noble face beaming with the 
tenderest sorrow and compassion. 
from a sin which in her eyes would have been 
worse than death. 
The good which we have done, we shall know, 
“not here, but hereafter,” and the best and truest 
lives are those which strew all the years with the 
sweet aroma of loving and self-sacrificing deeds. 
As the water lilies take root and grow silently 
amid the slime and mud in low waters, until in 
the midsummer they open their great creamy 
vase3 to tl<e soft persons ions of the sunshine, and 
lie in snowy flotillas on the bosoms of streams, 
the glory and idealization of all flowers, so amid 
the lowlands of life, among its shadows and mists, 
have we also to sow day by day our small seed 
of all gentle and geneionB deeds, not knowing 
when they take root, or expecting to behold their 
unfolding into blossoms on the river of time. 
0, ye who sigh to set your lives with the ara- 
besqnes of great and noble deeds, who pant far 
broader horizons, and higher opportunities, God. 
ha a appointed you a work where you are. Every 
day lifts up its white chalice out of the night, 
and is held down to you through all its solemn, 
silent-footed hours, for those small labors of love 
whose true significance and relations we shall 
only understand in eternity. And in this small 
daily labor lies much of woman’s work, and her 
sweet home influences fall like the sunshine and 
the evening dew, upon the characters around her. 
She may little comprehend what a silent force of 
healing, restraining, strengthening influence she 
is exerting, and periods of unrest and despond¬ 
ency may fill many hours with shadows, which 
would be illuminated with joy and thanksgiving, 
if she could only “knowas she is known.” But 
the pictures of all lives are locked up in the 
eternal galleries, and the angels hold the keys, 
and when God’s voice speaks the word, the doors 
shall be opened, and when we go in we shall all 
“behold and understand .”—Home Magazine. 
HOW THE MONEY COMES. 
Qdksr John has bode bow money goes, 
But how it come*, who knows? Who knows.- 
Why, every Yankee mother's bod 
Can tell you how 11 the thing" is done. 
It comes by honest toil ami trade; 
By wielding sledge and driving spade, 
And building ships, balloons, and drums; 
And that's the way the money coroes. 
How does it come t Why, as it goes, 
By spinning, weaving, knitting hose, 
By stitching shirts and coats for Jews, 
Erecting churches, renting pews, 
And manufacturing hoots and shoes; 
For thumps, and twists, and cuts, and hues, 
And heads and hearts, tongues, lungs, and thumbs 
And that's the way the money comes. 
How doe* It come'; The way tg plain— 
By raieing cotton, corn, and c ant, 
By wind and steam, lightning and rain; 
By guiding ships acrogg the main; 
By building bridges, roads, and dams, 
And sweeping streets, anil digging clams. 
With whistles, hi's! and bo’s! and hum’s! 
And that's the way the money comes. 
The. money comes—how did I say? 
Not always in an honest way; 
It comes hy tricks as well as toil, 
But how is that? why, slick ns oil, 
By putting pens in coffee bags; 
By swapping watches, knives, and nags, 
And peddling icuadtu clocks and plums 
And that's the way the money comes. 
How doe« it come?—wait, let me see, 
It very seldom comes to me; 
It comes hy rule, I guess, and scale , 
Sometimes, by riding on a rail; 
But oftener that's the way it goes 
From silly belles and fast young beaux; 
It comes in big, nay, little sums , 
Aye, that’s the way the money comes. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
CLASSICAL ENIGMA. 
DEDICATED TO OSMA, 
I am composed of 19 letters. 
My 4, 6,14 was the name of a mountain near ancient Troy 
My 17,12,1,18,14 was, and still is, the name of a volcanic 
mountain in Sicily. 
My 9,14,12,19,16, 8 was the name of a ri ver in the sonth 
of Spain. 
My 21, 37. 3, 2, 8 was a tyrant of Lacedaemon. 
My 14. 6,18,10, 17, 8 was a Trojan Prince who fled to 
Italy, 
My 10,11,18, 4, 7, 8 was an ancient Roman poet. 
My 3,16,17, 8 was one of the seven wise men of Greece. 
My 15, 2,11,18,17 was a Consul of Rome in the time of 
the civil war. 
My 6, 2,14,11,17 was a noted goddess mentioned in the 
Bible, the daugher of Jnpiter and Latona,and sister 
of Apollo. 
My 15,14,11,18,17,12 was a village in Apnlia, famous 
on account of the defeat of the Roman forces by 
Hannibal. 
My 13,17, 3, 2, 7, 8, while Dictator, by wisely protracting 
the war, freed Italy from the invading Carthage nian' 
under Hannibal. 
My whole is an earnest prayer. 
Wadhams’ Mills. N. Y., I860. Ellath, 
cr- Answer in two weeks. 
Like a wearied bird to its nest, she flattered to 
the offered embrace, and nestled there in timid 
joy, scarcely trnsting the happiness for which she 
had longed. 
A month, and the ltev. Dr. Pickle’s congrega¬ 
tion were individually notified that a wedding 
ceremony would be performed at the next weekly 
evening service. Curiosity was upon tip toe, in¬ 
dulging in surmises without end, and some even 
bantered the Rev. Dr. with the possibility of Ills 
acting as bridegroom. This he did not deny, and 
then crowded speculation npon speculation. “I 
shall never forgive you, Dr., if yon marry oot of 
our congregation,” said one lady. “Bo assured, 
Madam, I shall never thus offend,” was the reply. 
The matrons looked indignant, that they were 
neither consulted nor confided in,— the maidens 
tittered, and the young men only gazed the more 
admiringly at them. To these latter, the Dr. said, 
“My dear young friends, never ‘hunt’ for a wife, 
trust Providence, and she wi)] be pointed out to 
you.” 
The eventful evening came, a brother clergyman 
conducted the service, and Dr. Pickle and the 
lovely Miss Thornton walked quietly in before the 
service, and, after the ceremony, as quietly seated 
themselves in the congregation. 
The next day the Rev. Solomon Pickle wrote 
to his sister, 
“Eureka! Kate Thornton is my destiny!” 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
ARITHMETICAL PROBLEM.—POETICAL. 
A saith, with a smile, to B and to C, 
One-third of your money pray give onto me, 
A thousand bright dollars 1 then should possess. 
It would pay off my debts, and set me at rest. 
B, in reply, saith to A and so C- 
If one-fourth of your cash you'd give unto me, 
The game Bum of dollars I then should behold 
Each time I approach my purse to unfold. 
C says to A and to B. 1 would not repine 
If one-fifth of your money was added to mine, 
A thousand dollars in ray purso there would be, 
Which would cancel my debts, and set ins' quite free. 
Ye lads wbo, with learning and genius are bleFB’d, 
Pray tell me the dollars each one dla possess. 
On good terms of friendship, Pll give you my hand, 
And say that ciphering you well understand. 
Tyrone, Schuyler Co., N. Y. Benjamin Sackett. 
t3T Answer in two weeks. 
SALMAGUNDI, 
The editor of our Wit 
and Humor department 
has been ill of late, but, 
having become conval¬ 
escent, sends us the ac¬ 
companying illustration 
of something unknown, 
we presume, to Rural 
readers, which he face¬ 
tiously denominates the 
(Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker.] 
HUNTING A WIFE. 
|T OLD 
OUHBOM. 
BY LYDIA A. TOMPKINS. 
[Concluded from page 124, last number.]. 
Mrs. Grant, the widow of the mnrdered man ( 
was a woman of strong character, unflinching 
resolution, and great personal beauty. Left in 
limited circumstances, she and her five orphan 
children became the objects of Mr. Pickle’s 
deepest sympathy and affectionate regard. In the 
mother, he found a coadjutor in every good work, 
and an unflinching advocate of the cause which 
lay so near his heart He gradually spent, more 
and more of his evenings with this interesting 
family, and undertook to superintend their edu¬ 
cation. There were silver threads upon his tem¬ 
ples, and with the occasional pauses of his 
numberless avocations, came a feeling of loneli¬ 
ness, and at times a subtle longing—a vague 
want of oounsel from a woman’s intuition—often 
so much surer than the reasoning of men. Then 
he sought Mrs. Grant’s clear judgment, and 
experienced such a feeling of repoBC and safety, 
that the old visions came back, and one evening, 
as he sat by the cheerful grate, after the little 
ones were safely tucked away for the night, he 
was moved to say, 
“ Mrs. Grant, I am a lonely man, and too old 
for raptures—in short—in fact, Mrs. Grant, I 
wish that yon would give yourself and your 
children to me for the future.” 
The lady looked utterly astonished for a 
moment, and then hurst into tear9, exclaiming, 
“0, Mr. Pickle, my husband is beyond the river, 
but none the less ray husband still,” and recover¬ 
ing herself after one convulsive sob, gave him her 
hand, saying, 
“You are my kindest friend, smoothing every 
difficulty, and easing each pain. My gratitude 
can know no bounds, — do not take your friend¬ 
ship from me, I beseech you. Your great heart 
can readily conceive that I have nothing to give 
in return for the comfort and honor that you 
offer me.” 
He grasped her hand cordially, saying, as he 
took his departure, 
“Mrs. Grant shall never be without a friend 
while I live.” 
He walked to his boarding-place, with a little 
more humility than usual, but he was, evidently, 
not at all heart-sore. He said to himself, “ 1 won¬ 
der if I did love that woman? how easy it is to 
love a good woman; they are near to the angels;” 
and so he straightway fell to thinking of Miss 
Stuart, his hostess' sister, — a lady possessed of 
many attractions, but of uncertain age. For the 
coming month he cultivated her acquaintance, 
and contemplated her perfections, whereupon 
ensued the following conversation; 
"Miss Stuart, if you were about to marry, 
from what profession or occupation would you 
choose your husband?” was the Reverend's cau¬ 
tious prelude,—to which the lady replied, 
“I should prefer a farmer,—lawyers are knaves, 
ministers too poor, doctors full of tricks, and 
mechanics ignorant. Farmers are the safest” 
As this was said with the most decided serious¬ 
ness, he began to think it barely possible that 
some “old maids” might refuse even a good 
offer of marriage. He did not pursue the subject 
farther, feeling slightly piqued, and resolved to 
seek refuge in the musty volumes, and abstruse 
disquisitions, ever welcoming him in his study, 
and offering consolation for all miuor afflictions. 
“Successful iu everything but matrimony,” tho’t 
he—“well, well—here is—‘Concord of Ages’—I 
believe I’ll read it,—farewell, damsels.” 
Mr. Pickle was a very careful observer of his 
congregation, scanning every new face, especially 
an attentive one—and had, of late, noted a pale 
countenance, striking in itself, and strikingly 
familiar. It was always partially shaded by a 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, Ac., IN NO. 534. 
Answer to Geographical Enigma:—Behold, God is rnj 
salvation; I will trust and not be afraid. 
Answer to Surveyors’ Problem:—Sixty-two feet. 
Answer to Illustrated Rebus:—Christendom (‘creese- 
in-domj looks io horror on the judgment of Pontius Pilate. 
* A Malay dagger. 
THE GOOD-BYE 
A man, when he is “hard up,” is mostly down 
in the world. 
The best way to humble a proud man i9 to take 
no notice of him. 
The best way to condemn bad traits, is by prac¬ 
ticing good ones. 
They who “ pine” in their youth can never look 
“spruce” in old age. 
In these degenerate days, character is weighed 
with a “ cash balance.” 
Fly in all haste from the friend who will suffer 
you to teach him nothing. 
A state of sickness is but a partial life — as a 
sick man is more or less dead. 
Remember that recreation must not be your 
business, hut a preparation for it. 
When woman begin to count their admirers, it 
isn't apt to take them long to do it. 
An author should always be careful not to mis¬ 
take voluminousness for luminoasness. 
When a girl hunts a husband, the engagement 
ring, to be in keeping, should he chased. 
Many institutions are improperly called semi- 
uaries, for they do not half teach anything. 
There are. no doubt, some out-spoken millers, 
but generally they are a mealy-mouthed set. 
A ladt, describing an ill-natured man, says 
“ He never smiles but he feels ashamed of it.” 
Politeness is like an air cushion, there maybe 
nothing solid in it, but it eases the jolts wonder¬ 
fully’. 
Solomon says that the tongue is not easily 
bridled. But it is easily bit — though he doesn’t 
say so. 
A man will generally give you his advice with¬ 
out charge; hut you will often he cheated if you 
take it. 
“Can’t we make your lover jealous, miss?” 
“Oh, yes, sir, I think we can, if we put our heads 
together .” 
She that marries a man because he is a “good 
match,” must not be surprised if he turns out a 
“ Lucifer.” 
Love can excuse anything except meanness: 
hut meanness kills love, and cripples even natu¬ 
ral affection. 
A lecturer asserted that all bitter things 
were hot “No,” suggested Brown, “not a bit¬ 
ter cold day. 
A modern tourist calls the Niagara Biver “the 
pride of rivers.” That pride certainly has a tre¬ 
mendous fall. 
Excess of ceremony shows want of breeding. 
That civility is best which excludes all superflu¬ 
ous formality. 
An architect proposes to build a “ Bachelor’s 
Hall,” which will differ from most houses in hav¬ 
ing no Eves. 
“Don’t yon mean to marry, my dear sir!”— 
“No, my dear widow, I’d rather lose all the ribs 
I’ve got than take another.” 
There is a man in town so knowing, that peo 
pie who don’t know their own minds come to him 
for information on the subject 
A YOUNG lady was recently asked how she 
could possibly afford, in these hard times, to take 
music lessons. “Oh,” said she, “I confine myself 
to the lowest notes.” 
“George— George!” 
“ Well, what’s wanting now?” 
The young husband turned back the door-knob, 
and there was impatience in his tone, and annoy¬ 
ance on his brow, as he answered his wife’s call, 
“Nothing, papa, only baby and I just want to 
kiss you good-bye,”and she came up toward him, 
the little, graceful, sweet-voiced woman, with her 
baby in her arms, and held up the small soft 
face to his cheeks, and the little one crowed, and 
thrust up its dimpled bauds, and clutched the 
short, thick locks triumphantly. 
“ O, baby, you rogue, you’d like to pull out a 
handful of papa’s hair, wouldn’t you now?” 
laughed the merchant, in a tone so unlike his 
former one, that you would not have recognized 
it, and he leaned down, and kissed the small fra¬ 
grant lips over and over. 
“Now it’s my lurn, papa,” and Mrs. Reynolds 
smoothed away the rumpled hair, and kissed her 
husband's forehead; and as lie went out of the 
house that morning, a new softness and peace 
hud erased the troubled look from the man's face. 
And that day it was appointed to George Rey¬ 
nolds to pass through a sharp and fearful tempta¬ 
tion. He was in the midst of a commercial crisis, 
and several of his heaviest debtors had failed 
that week, and now a payment of ten' thousand 
dollars was due, and there was no way to 
this sum unless- 
He held the pen irresolutely in his sh 
baud, the veins were swollen into great blue 
cords on his forehead, and the breath came thick 
and fast betwixt his hot lips; a few scrawls of 
that pen, a solitary name at the bottom, and the 
youug merchant could secure the ten thousand 
dollars, and his business credit would be safe. 
There was no sort of doubt, too, but be could 
raise the money within a few days, and thus 
secure himself from all discovery, and the press¬ 
ing circumstances of the case certainly allowed 
some limits in financiering. 
So whispered the tempter, as he walked up and 
down the soul of George Reynolds, always soften¬ 
ing down the word forgery into some false name, 
which totally changed to his perceptions the 
moral complexion of the deed he was about to 
commit The young merchant’s eyes glared all 
around his office, but there wub none to see him 
then; he dipped his pen, with a kind of desperate 
eagerness, into the tall porcelain ink-stand, and 
he drew it along the paper, when suddenly his 
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I*’ O It S A E. 
“THE GAfiDER OP THE WEST.” 
TO CA PIT A 1.1-STN, EMIGRANTS and all others wishing 
CHEAP HOMES ami SAFE INVESTMENTS. 
IFTFTFY TirOU8AND ACRES 
OF CHOICE LAND FOP. SALE! 
This land 111- Icon t/vleeted with a great deal of care — 
It lie* near U SKI'TI.KMKN'TS x-j-S TIMBER. It is well 
WATERED by LIVING STREAMS or SPRINGS,and most 
of ilia near when- Kaitru&da iun .1 soon jiam. 
II ih known and warranted to be GOOD AGRICULTURAL 
LAND. 
The INDUCEMENTS wbteJi KANSAS offers to settlers, 
and consequently to capital tgta, are better and greater than 
anywhere els* upon the Continent. 
The climate i* the most congenial and agreeable, being in 
the name latitude with Virginia and Kentucky. The crons 
are in no danger of being destroyed by late Spring or early 
Fall frost*. 
The surface of the country in exceedingly beautiful and 
attractive. The soil is rich and enduring, raid since the 
first settlement Of the Territory none of the crops have 
foiled. 
Everything grown North, together with mnch raised 
Smith, is produced here.aud it is the BEST FRUIT COUN¬ 
TRY IN THE WORLD. 
The Trade, Travel, and Emigration in NEW MEXICO, 
UTAH, PIKE'S PEAK, and all the inhabited Interior, with 
Die great OVERLAND EMIGRATION TO CALIFORNIA, 
begiu here, leaving a lanru amount of capital No North¬ 
ern State or Territory is thus happily situated. 
Thu gold of PIKE'S PEAK and vicinitv, which lato de¬ 
velopments have proved to exist in great abundance, will 
find its way into Kansas for produce, provisions, and mer¬ 
chandise, aiding In its rapid development iu population 
and wealth. 
THE PACIFIC RAILROAD, which the present Congress 
will undoubtedly put in motion, must pass through Kansas 
St. Louis, the best market west of Buffalo, readied by 
the Missouri and Kansas River-, with the great earn vans u* 
Dade and Eniigintinn passing by different and diverging 
mutes t>irough the Territory, will afford a rich market for 
all the products of Kama*. 
Tbe great emigration of the country is now Battling 
thitherward. 
This fine hody of land, situated in desirable localities, 
nnd SELECTED FKoM PERSONAL INSPECTION, ant 
WARRANTED TO BE GOOD FOR AGRICULTURAL 
PURPOSES, will be sold at Dorn 
TWO TO THREE DOLLARS PER ACRE, 
with alruustfa certainty that the large emigration which o 
to pour into the 1 - aud varied induce 
ment/i which she efb-nt, mil advance its value with a rapidi¬ 
ty unparalleled in the history of the West. 
THE TITLE to these lands U perfect. 
MAPS may be seen, and full information obtained at my 
office in LEAVENWuKTH, Kansas, where facilities can 
be readily procured to visit sod inspect the land. 
I am personally known to the following gentlemen, and 
refer to them as to character and responsibility: 
TAYLOR BROTHERS, Banker*, No 7* Wall St., X. Y. 
THOMPSON BROTHERS, Rankers, No. 2 Wall St., N. Y 
B, F. BANCROFT. Ksq . Cashier of the Bank of Salem. 
E. ANDREWS, Esq., Cashier of the Washington County 
Bank. 
JAMES THOMPSON, Ksq., Cashier of Cambridge Valley 
Bank 
A. GROKSBECK, Esq., Cashier Farmer’s Bank, LaDsing- 
burgh. 
JOHN B KELLOGG, Esq . Cashier Ceotral Bank, Troy- 
CLARK, GRUBER A- C0„ Bankers,Leavenworth, Kansas 
D. R- ANTHONY A CO, Bankers, Leavenworth, Kansas, 
T. II. WAI.KER, 
LEAVENWORTH, KANSAS. 
S. B.-A CREDIT..: ONH and TWO YEARS will be giv¬ 
en to ACTUAL SETTLERS. S32-3teow- 
raise 
CT. CATHARINES NURSERIES.— Ail kinds of Fruit 
f ' aDd Ornamental Trees, Small Fruits, Shrubs, Flower.-, 
Ac., suited to this climate. 
Address C- BEADLE, St. Catharines, C. W. 
convalescence. Then he read beautiful poems, 
quaint tales, and rare eBsays, meeting in every 
elevated thought an echoing belief, and in every 
throb of his heart an answering pulsation in the 
one beside him. They called it all sympathy, 
friendship, and lived a rapt, dreamless, satisfying 
life, little heeding whither it tended. All happi¬ 
ness is transitory, and the walks, talks and rides of 
the absorbed couple ended when Miss Thornton 
resumed her occupations in the Seminary. The 
Reverend brother fell back to his monotonous 
round of duties, a little vearily, scarcely able to 
restrain his impatience until the weekly holiday 
should afford him the opportunity of paying a 
visit at the Seminary, He tarried long, as usual, 
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