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MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
JAN. 3. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
THE WOODMAN’S AXE. 
BY K. 0. JAMES. 
The Woodman’s Axe 1 What tongue can tell, 
Or pen proclaim its mighty power ? 
The ton'st ginks lumeath its blow. 
The old onlt trees, on which the snow 
Fell many hundred years ago, 
Yield to the strokes the woodmen shower. 
Great are its works 1 One moment think 
Of changes wrought and still to come : 
Where now we gee the well cleared land 
The forest trees were wont to stand 
As venerable, old and grand 
As piles of ancient Greece and Rome. 
But when the sturdy pioneer 
Came in among the forest trees, 
Where the dark savage loved to prowl, 
And naught was heard but til' wild beasts' howl, 
Or the doleful cry of the midnight owl, 
They were swept as chaff before the breeze. 
Where are they ? Look around and see 
The prospect spread out to the view, 
The mansion proud, the peasant's cot. 
Both own the same and common lot, 
From forest trees the change was wrought 
By the woodman's axa and sturdy crew. 
The church that rears its lofty tower 
Far in the blue, ctheriul sky, 
Whose spire is touched with golden light 
• When first the rosy morn growB bright, , - 
And at the dewy fall of night 
The urn has helped to beautify. 
The regal palaces of kings 
tt> With ell their bright and grand display, 
Where njonarebs sit enthroned in state, 
' And countless numbers on them wait 
Subservient to each potentate. 
Must to the axe allegiance pay. 
The ancient castles of the knights, 
Where warriors met long years ago, 
Whose walls and turrets, old and gray. 
Are strongly marked by Time's decay. 
And slowly crumbling fall away, 
Have known the axe before the foo. 
Where'er we turn we see its works, 
Look where we will they meet our gaze ! 
The ships, that with the swelling breeze 
Are gently wafted o’er tbe seas, 
Once stood among the forest trees, 
And wove with them their leafy maze. 
The stately loan of war, whose guns 
Spread death and carnage far and wide, 
Whose deadly broadsides on the gale 
Belch fire, and smoke, and iron hail, 
Once answered to the forest's wail 
And with the murmuring pine trees sighed. 
Upon the sea, upon the land 
In all the broad expanse of earth, 
No ligneous object, great or small, 
From peasant's cot to shipmust tall 
But each and every one—yea, all. 
Without the axe would ne’er had birth. 
Ogdensburgh, N. Y., 1857. 
Jiff’s Jesuits. 
[Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1850, by D 
i ]). T. Moore, iu the Clerk's Office of the District Court for 
S the Northern District of New York.] 
THE HAPPY NEW YEAR. 
} - 
I BY T. S. ARTHUR. 
£ “Happy New Year, Papa!” The sitting-room 
door was thrown open, and a sweet little girl came 
I hounding in. Her cheeks were all aglow—smiles 
| played around her cherry lips—her eyes were danc- 
\ ing in sunny light. 
| “Happy New Year, Papa!" And the next moment 
y she was in her father’s lap—her small arms clinging 
£ around his neck, and her rosy mouth pressed to his. 
“Happy New Year, my sweet one!” responded 
£ Mr. Edgar, as he clasped the child fondly to his 
% heart. “May all your New Years he happy,” he 
| added, in a lower voice, and with a prayer in his 
£ heart. 
| Little Ellen laid her head, in confiding love, 
£ against her lather’s Ureast, and he bent down his 
£ manly cheek until it rested on the soft masses of 
1 her golden hair. 
£ To her it was a Happy New Year’s morning, and 
| the words that fell from her lips were heart echoes, 
f Hut it was not so to Mr. Edgar. The cares of this 
£ world, and the deceitfulness of riches, had, like 
| evil weeds, found a rank growth in his spirit; while 
£ good seeds of troth, which, in earlier life, had sent 
f forth their fresh green blades that lifted themselves 
| in the bright, invigorating sunshine, gave now but 
\ feeble promise for the harvest time. 
? No, Mr. Edgar was not happy. There was a 
pressure on his feelings; an unsatisfied reaching 
| out into the future; a vague consciousness of ap- 
£ proaching eviL Very tenderly he loved his little 
2 little one; and as she lay nestling against him, he 
f could not help thinking of the time when he was 
£ a child, and when the New Years were happy ones. 
| Ellen loved no place so well as her father’s arms. 
£ When they were folded tightly around her, she had 
£ nothing more to desire; and so she lay very still 
| and silent* while the thoughts of her father wau- 
£ dered away from the loving child on his bosom to 
) hie own unsatisfied state of mind. 
£ “For years,”he said within himself, “I have been 
§ in earnest pursuit of the means of happiness, yet 
£ happiness itself seems every year to he still further 
in the distance. There is something wrong. I 
£ cannot be in the true path. My days are busy a.ud 
restless, my nights burdened with schemes that 
rarely do more than cheat my glowing fancy. What 
is the meaning of this?” 
And Mr. Edgar fell into a deep revery, from 
which he was aronsed by the voice of his wife, as 
she laid her hand upon his shoulder. 
“A happy New Year, and many joyful returns!” 
she said in loving tones, as she pressed her lips to 
his forehead. 
He did not answer. The tenderly spoken good 
wishes of his wife fell very gratefully, like refresh¬ 
ing dew, upon his heart; hut he was distinctly 
conscious of not being happy. 
Bo far as wordly condition was concerned, Mr. 
Edgar had no causes of mental depression. His 
business was prosperous under a careful manage¬ 
ment, and every year he saw himself better oil' by 
a few thousands of dollars. Always, however, it 
must be told, tlie number of thousands fell short of 
his expectations. 
“There is something wrong.” Mr. Edgar’s 
thoughts were all running in one direction. A 
startling truth seemed suddenly to have been re¬ 
vealed to him, and he felt inclined to look at it in 
all possible aspects. “Why am 1 not happy?” That 
was urging the question borne. But the answer was 
not given. 
After breakfast .Mr. Edgar left home and went to 
his store. As lie passed along the street, he saw 
at a window the face of a most lovely child. Her 
beauty, that had in it something of heavenly inno¬ 
cence, impressed him so deeply, that he turned to 
gain a second look, ami in doing so, his eyes saw 
on the door of the dwelliug, the name of Abram 
James. There was an instant revulsion of feeling; 
and for the first time that morning, Mr. Edgar 
remembered one of the causes of his uncomforta¬ 
ble state of mind. Abram James was an unfortu¬ 
nate debtor who had failed to meet his obligations, 
among which were two notes of five hundred dol¬ 
lars each, given to Mr. Edgar. These had been 
placed by the latter in the hands of his lawyer with 
directions to sue them out, and obtain, the most 
that could be realized. Ouly tbe day before —the 
last day of the year—he had learned that there 
were two judgments that would take precedence 
of his, and sweep olf a large share of the debtor's 
property. The tact had chafed him consider¬ 
ably, causing him to indulge in harsh language 
towards his debtor. This language was not just, 
as he knew, in his heart. But the loss of his money 
fretted him, and filled him with unkind feelings to¬ 
wards the Individual who had occasioned ihe loss. 
No wonder that Mr. Edgar was unhappy. As lie 
continued on his way, the angry impulse that quick¬ 
ened the blood in his veins, subsided, and through 
the mist that obscured his menial vision, he saw 
the bright face of a child—the child of his unfor¬ 
tunate debtor, tlis owu precious one was no lovelier 
—no purer; nor had her lips uttered on that morn¬ 
ing in sweeter tones, the words—“A happy New 
Year, Papa!” 
How the thought chilled him! 
With his face bowed and his eyes upon the 
ground, Mr. Edgar walked on. He could not 
sweep aside the image of that child at the window; 
nor keep back his thoughts from entering the 
dwelling where her presence might be the ouly 
sunbeam that gave light in its gloomy chambers. 
“A happy New Year, Papa!” Mr. Edgar aU.iost 
started, for the words had so distinct an utterance 
to his inward ear that they seemed as if spoken in 
the ambient air. In fancy, he had seen the trou¬ 
bled debtor, over whom hung many suits, his own 
among the rest, leaving the chamber where he had 
passed an almost sleepless night, and coining with 
slow steps and sad face to the family sitting room. 
There, alone, with his face bowed upon his breast 
in gloomy reverie, Mr. Edgar had seen him; and 
while his heart was enlarging with pity and sym¬ 
pathy, the door opened—light footsteps moved 
across the room—a child sprung into his arms, and 
a glad voice exclaimed— 
“A happy New Year, Papa!” 
When Mr. Edgar arrived at his store, his feelings 
towards Mr. James were very different from what 
they were on the day previous. All anger,—all 
resentment, —were gone, and kindness had taken 
their place. What if Mr. James did owe him a 
tbousaud dollars?—What if he should lose the 
whole amount of this indebtedness? Was the con¬ 
dition of the former so much better than his own, 
that he would care to change places with him?— 
The very idea caused a shudder to run along his 
nerves. 
“Poor man!” he said to himself, pityingly. 
“What a terrible thing to be thus involved in debt 
—thus crippled, thus driven to the wall. It would 
kill me! Men are very cruel to each other, and I 
am cruel with the rest. What are a thousand dol¬ 
lars to me, or a thousand dollars to my well-to-do 
neighbor, compared to the ruin of a helpless fellow 
man! James asked time; in two years he was sure 
that he could recover himself and make all good. 
But, with a heartlessness that causes my cheek to 
burn as I think of it, I answered—‘The first loss is 
always the beat loss. I will get wbat what I can, 
and let the balance go.’ The look he then gave 
me, has troubled my conscience ever since. No 
wonder it is not a happy New Year.” 
Scarcely had Mr. Edgar passed the dwelliug of 
his unfortunate creditor, when the latter, who had 
been walking the floor of his parlor in a troubled 
state of mind, came to the window and stood by 
his child, who was dear to him as a child could be 
to the heart of a father. 
“ Happy New Year, papa!” It was the third time 
since morning dawn that he had received this 
greeting from the same sweet lips—the third time 
that the twining arms of his little one had been 
thrown around his neck—the third time that her 
kisses were given with the heart-warmth of child¬ 
hood’s unselfish love. 
Mr. Jambs tried to give back the same glad 
greeting, but the words seemed to choke him, and 
failed in the utterance. As tbe two stood by the 
window, the wife and mother came np, and leaning 
against her husband, looked forth, with a sad heart. 
Oh no! It was not a happy New Year’s morning to 
them. Long before the dawning of another year, 
they must go forth from their pleasant home; and 
both their hearts shrunk back iu fear from the dark 
beyond. 
“Good morning, dear,” said Mr. James, soon 
afterwards, as with hat and coat and muffler on, he 
stood ready to go forth to meet the business trials 
of the day. His voice was depressed, and bis 
countenance sad. Mrs. James did not say “good 
morning,” in [urn. But her husband saw the mo¬ 
tion of her lips and the tears iu her eyes, and ho 
knew what was in her heart 
The business assigned to that day was a painful 
one for Mr. James. The ouly creditor who had 
commenced a suit was Mr. Edgar, he having 
declined enterin&4nto any arrangement with the 
Other creditors /oWy saying that, in his opinion, 
“the first, loss ivd* a .ways the best loss,” and that 
extensions in most cases, equivalent to the 
abandomofit <H a claim. He was willing to take 
what the l;>v«£. wmlTd give him. Pursuant to this 
view, suit had been brought, and the debtor, to 
anticipate the result, confessed judgment to two of 
his largest creditors, who honorably bound them¬ 
selves to see that a pro rata division was made of 
all his effects. 
Tbe business of this New Year’s Day, was to 
draw up as complete a statement, as possible of his 
affairs, and Mr. .1 auks went about tbe work with a 
heavy heart, lie had been engaged iu this way 
for over an hour, when one of his clerks came to 
the desk where he was writing, and handed him a 
letter which a lad had jqst brought in. He broke 
the seal with a nervous forboding of trouble, for, 
of late, these letters by the hands of private 
messengers had been frequent, and rarely of an 
agreeable character. From tlie envelope, as he 
commenced withdrawing the letter, there dropped 
upon the desk a narrow piece of paper, folded like 
a bill, lie took it up with almost reluctantjfingers, 
and slowly pressed back tlie ends so as to read its 
face, and comprehend its import. Twice his eyes 
went over the brief lines before he was clear as to 
their meaning. They wore as follows: 
“Received, January 1, 18 —•, of Abram James, 
One Thousand Dollars in full of all demands. 
Hiram Edgar.” 
Hurriedly, now, did Mr. J ames unfold the letter 
that accompanied this receipt. Its lauguage 
moved him deeply: 
“Abram James, Esq.,— Dear Sir. I was not in, 
aright state of mind when 1 gave direction to have 
suit brought against, you for the two notes which 
remain unpaid. 1 have seen clearer since, and 
wish to act from a better principle. My own 
affairs are prosperous. •During the year which has 
just closed, my profits have been better than in 
any year since I started business. Yonr affairs, on 
tbe contrary, are not prosperous. Heavy losses, 
instead of fair profits, are the result of a year's 
tireless efforts, and you find yourself near the 
bottom of the wheel, while 1 am sweeping upwards. 
As I think of this, and of my unfeeling conduct 
towards you. iu your misfortunes, t am mortified 
as well as pained. There is an element in my 
character which ought not to he. there. I am sclf- 
convicted of cruelty. Accept, my dear sir, in the 
enclosed receipt, tlie best reparation in my power 
to make. In giving up thi&elaim, 1 donotafiandon 
an item that goes to complete the sum of my 
happiness. Not a single comfort will be abridged. 
It will not shrink the dimensions of my house, nor 
withdraw from myself or family any portion of 
food or raiment. Accept, then, the New Year gift 
I offer, and believe that. I have a purer delight in 
giving, than you in receiving. My best wishes are 
with you for the future, and if, in anything, f can 
aid you in your arrangements with creditors, do 
not fail to commaud my services. 
Most truly yours, Hiram Edgar.” 
For the space of nearly five minutes, Mr. James 
sat very still, the letter of Mr. Edgar open before 
him. Then he folded it up, with the receipt inside, 
and placed it in his pocket ; then lie put away the 
inventories he had been examining, and tore up 
several pieces of paper, on which were sundry 
calculations; and then he put on his warm over¬ 
coat and buttoned it to the chin, 
“Edward,” said Mr. James, as he walked down 
the store, “I shall not return this afternoon. It is 
New Year's day, and you cun dose up at 2 o’clock.” 
It cost Mr. Edgar u struggle to write that receipt 
in full. A thousand dollars was a largo sum ol 
money to give away by a single stroke of tlie pen. 
Love of gain and selfishness, pleaded strongly for 
the last farthing; but tbe better reason and better 
feelings of the man prevailed, and the good deed 
was done. How light his heart felt—how suddenly 
the clouds were lifted from his sky, and the strange 
pressure from his feelings ! It was to liim a new 
experience. 
On the evening that closed the day — the first 
evening of the new year—Mr. Edgar sat with his 
wife and children in his elegant home, happier by 
far than he was in tlie morning, and almost 
wondering at the change in his state of mind. 
Little Ellen was in his arms, and as he looked 
upon her cherub face, he thought of a face as 
beautiful, seen by him in the morning, at the 
window of his unfortunate debtor. The face of an 
angel it had proved to him, for it prompted the 
good deed from which had spnmga double blessing. 
While he sat thus, be heard the door bell ring, In 
a few moments the waiter handed iu a letter. He 
broke the seal and read: 
“My Dear Sir: —This morning my dear little 
Aggv, the light of our home, greeted me with a 
joyous * Happy New Year.’ I took her in my arms 
and kissed her, keeping my face dose to hers, that 
she might nut see the sadness of mine. Ah, sir ! 
The day broke in gloom. The words of my child 
found no echo in my heart. 1 could have wept 
over her, if the strength Of inuubood had not 
risen above the weakness of nature. But all is 
changed now. A few minutes ago tlie ‘Happy 
New Year’ was flowing to me from the sweet lips 
of my child, and tho words went thrilling in glad¬ 
ness to my heart. May the day close as happily 
for you and yours, us it is closing for me and mine. 
God bless you ! Abram James.” 
Mr, Edgar road this letter twice, and then 
handed it, without a word, to his wife. 
“What is the meaning of this ? I do not under¬ 
stand il, Hiram.” Mrs. Edgar looked wonderingly 
into her husband’s face. 
The story, to which she listened eagerly, was 
briefly told. When he had finished, she arose, and 
with tears of love and sympathy in her eyes, 
crossed over to where he was sitting, and drawing 
her arms around his neck, said: 
“My good, my generous husband ! I feel very 
proud of you this nigllt. That was a noble Viced; 
and 1 thank you lor it iu the name of our common 
humanity.” 
Never had words from the lips of bis wife 
sounded so pleasantly in the ears of Mr. Edgar. 
Never had he known so happy a New Year's Day 
as the one which had just closed; and, though it 
saw him poorer than he believed himself in the 
morning, by nearly a thousand dollars, he was 
richer in feeling—richer in the heart's unwasting 
possessions—than he had ever been iu bis life. 
WEAR A SMILE. 
Which will you do — smile and make others hap¬ 
py, or be crabbed, and make every one around you 
miserable ? The amount of happiness you can pro¬ 
duce is incalculable, if you show a smiling face — 
a kind heart—and speak pleasant words. Wear a 
smiling countenance — let joy beam in your eyes, 
and love grow on your forehead. There is no joy 
like that which springe from a kind act or a pleas¬ 
ant deed—and you may feel it at night when you 
rest, and at morning when you rise, and through all 
the day when about your business. 
“ A smilu ; who will refuse a smile. 
The sorrowing breast to cheer ? 
And turn to love tho heart of guile, 
And check the falling tear ? 
“ A pleasant smile for every face, 
0, 'tis a blessed thing I 
It will the lines of care erase, 
And spots of beauty bring.” 
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Use the means and trust to God for the blessing. 
MY 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorkor. 
THE RURAL 
BY ANNIE DUNCAN. 
Dear Rural 1 feel 
That 'tis wrong to conceal 
The delight which your presence Imparts, 
When Papa brings you in, 
On oaeli phiz dawns a grin, 
Which reflects from the joy in our hearts. 
Only think, Mother, dear, 
The Rural is hero. 
Shouts one little voice from the corner, 
Wo'll each try a thumb 
And find a rich plum 
Quite ns nice as that one of .Tack Horner. 
Good byo to the blues, 
Let's hear tlie good news 
Which out friend Mr. Moork lias collected ; 
Turn tho gas light np higher 
And draw near tlie Gre, 
Let dull care and hard work bo neglected. 
Mama with her knitting, 
Is quietly sitting. 
While Papa puts liis specs on his nose ; 
Each sister draws near 
The sweet stories to hear, 
Never heeding the cold wind that blow s. 
Dread lessons thrown by, 
How eager each eye 
As tho wrapper is quickly torn off, 
And the hours fly so fast 
That tho evening is past 
And Mama with significant cough 
Tolls each little one 
That 'tis time she were gone 
To her nest in the room just above, 
And though loth to part 
Where joy fills each heart. 
Good night to (he Rural we love. 
Brooklyn, L. L, Jan., 1857. 
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For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
THE “RURAL” AND “HOME.” 
Dear Rural:—T hou art an old friend of mine. 
Yes, week by week I hail thee with emotions such 
as I feel not at the reception of any other paper. 
Thou art associated with the thoughts of the homo 
of my parents, for thou wort for years a welcome 
guest in my Eden-home. It was tlie perusal of thy 
pages that created that scene of iutense interest 
when we all sat eagerly watching every word as it 
fell from the lips of my now sainted father. Even 
at this moment, metliiuks 1 hear him reading and 
see him vainly striving to check the emotions, 
caused by those thrilling sketches, and my dear 
mother slyly casting a glance from us to him, and 
though she smiled, it was a smile in tears. 
How sacredly were those copies preserved! That 
home has passed away—those parents lie entombed 
in a far distant church-yard,—but thou art amongst 
the living; lung mayst thou continue to cheer fire¬ 
side circles, and aid ill imparting knowledge to the 
inmates of the many homes that receive thee so 
cordially. A glance at thee reminds me of Home; 
home did I say? What is home? Beck not to 
know. To fathom the depth of meaning contained 
iu that little word, it is accessary to lose the treas¬ 
ure. Doubt it, ye unbelievers if you will. In days 
gone by I thought 1 appreciated home; I enumer¬ 
ated its joys and comforts; I tried, to imagine its 
loss, and vainly flattered myself that I succeeded. 
Mistaken thought! 
1 am glad, Dear Rural, that thou fiudest so many 
homes—that so few of thy readers never learn the 
true intent of that little word. We may seek for a 
home with friends; they bid us welcome, but wo 
feel not that freedom and tranquillity that the 
breath of home imparts; wc meet not with the 
hundred nameless little courtesies which produce 
the home feeling. How truthful the words— 
'• Bo It over so humble, 
There Is no place like home. 1 ’ 
Niagara Falls, Jan., 1857. C. S. S. 
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For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
PROBLEM. 
Eds. Ru^al:—A satisfied subscriber, and pleased, 
profited and profitable patron of (hat, paragou of 
papers, the Rural New-Yorker, (a jpef-it “part 
and parcel” of a proud old Yankee's patriotic 
progeny, by the way,) prays permission of its eru¬ 
dite, energetic and enterprising Editor to present 
to tho 'cute penetration of Its puzzle-picking, rebus- 
riddling and riddle-resolving readers, the subjoin¬ 
ed queer question. She says (and you need not 
doubt her doing as she declares) that she will send 
you a satisfactory solution, as soon as she is satis¬ 
fied you will permit her proposition to be placed in 
such a prominent position as to be readily read by 
the ready readers of your very readable Rural: 
What two sums subtracted, the one from the 
other, will produce the same result as when added 
together? Yours respectfully, E. C. 
Walton, Eaton Co., Michigan, 1857. 
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For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 0 letters. 
My 5, 4, 3,1, 6 is often heard when a tree falls. 
My C, 3, 4, 2 is an animal. 
My 5, 3, 4, 2 is a mode of conveyance. 
My 1, 5, 4, 3, 2, 5, II is what you should not do. 
My 6, 3, 2 is a kind of mouse-trap. 
My 2, 3, 4 is not good to eat*. 
My 1, 5, 3, 4 is what you get for fighting. 
My C, 3, 2 is sometimes worn. 
My 1, 2, 3, 4 is only seen in the night. 
My 3, 4, 5 is part of a circle. 
My 4, 3, 2 is an animal. 
My 3, 4, 5, G is what supports a bridge. 
My whole is very essential to the appearance of 
gentlemen’s wearing apparel. 
Oborlln, Ohio, Jan., 1857- Minnie. 
2siT Answer next week. 
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CHARADE. 
Though I live in a study, I know not a letter; 
I feast on the muses, but ne’er am tbe better. 
Can run over English, o’er Latin, o’er Greek, 
Yet none of these languages ever could speak. 
JSlT Answer next week. 
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Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma in No. 3G4:— 
Florence Nightingale. 
Answer to Problem in No. 3G4:—Five feet. 
Answer to Charade in No. 304:—Charlcs-ton. 
if anti Jlumfif. 
For Mooro's Kura) Now-Torker 
LET’S LAUGH. 
Let’s laugh, oh let’s laugh, tho' perchance now and then 
Our bread should fall butter-side down, 
Though tho morsel ho lost, 'twill never pay cost, 
’ One’s beauty to mar with a frown. 
Let's laugh though our ears should get touched by tho frost 
In a moment unguarded, or what wero still colder, 
Should the friend who beguiled when Prosperity smiled, 
In adversity turn a “r.old shoulder.” 
Let's laugh, though the gentry some airs should assume. 
To which we in vain would aspire ; 
(And in vulgar prose) should they turn up their nose, 
Let's laugli, and turn ours a peg higher. 
Should malice assail, or whisper a lie, 
To detract from our slim stock of credit, 
Though astonished, astounded, confused and confounded, 
Let's luugh at tlie false one who said it. 
Let’s laugh, oh let’s laugh, though the chosen one. 
So much dearer than sister or brother, 
Should prove false and fickle, and leave in a pickle, 
Let’s laugh—and “ make love ” to another. 
'When we Beek our umbrella some blue, Tainy day, 
LoPb laugh although much wo deplore it, 
When we And witli vexation and just indignation, 
Thai some borrower has failed to restore it. 
Let’s laugh at the thousand and ono hitter draughts 
That each hour from Life’s goblet we’re quailing, 
When no longer we meet, with the bitter name sweet, 
Let’s then, and not till then, cease laughing. 
Nunda, N. Y., Jan., 1807. 11. J. C. 
Wanted to Know. — An anxious inquirer writes 
to know whether the l’uwdcr Magazine is publish¬ 
ed monthly, and is considered a sale magazine for 
quiet families. 
Also, whether mint-juleps will be auy cheaper if 
a branch of the United States Mint is located here 
in Ecw York. 
Also, whether dead letters arc ever known to re¬ 
vive alter they reach the Dead-Letter Office, and 
if not, what is the use of sending them there. 
Also, whether navigators have to double their 
capes in all latitudes, or only in cold regions. 
Also, whether a school-master can he said to have 
no scholars when he has two pupils in liis eyes. 
If “distance lends enchantment to ihe view,” and 
said “view” docs not return it within a reasonable 
time, has “distance” a legal cause of action, and is 
she entitled to recovery ? 
Conundrums*—W hile “makingnp” this number, 
some of our printers "got off” the following co¬ 
nundrums. They have survived the effort, and will 
probably be able to continue their labors so there 
will be no interruption in publishing the Rural : 
Why is this number of the Rural like the Sun? 
.Because it shines, and diffuses its gonial influence 
all over the “Universal Yankee Nation.” 
Why' is the Rural like the Electric Telegraph? 
Because it goes ahead of all competition. 
Why is the Rural like the genial rayB of a sum¬ 
mer sun? Because it sheds ils benign inlluenco 
over many a family circle. 
Why is the Rural like Sunday ? Because it 
comes once a week. 
Why are the subscribers of the Rural for 1857 
like the Children of Israel? Because they are as 
uumerous "as the sand which is upon the sea shore.” 
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Getting things mixed up.—B oy with ragged 
trowsors and rimless chip hat, runs into Dr. Fuller's 
Drug Store, with a dipper in liis hand. “Doctor, 
mother sent me down to tlicshoticary popquicker’n 
blazes, cos bub’s sick as the dickens with the 
picket! chox, and she wants a thimble full of polly 
gollic in this din tipper, cos wc ha'n’t bot a gottle, 
and the hint pup’s got the bine witters in’t. Got 
any?” _^_ 
Laughing, tho youthful Isabel 
Has challenged mo to kiss her j well. 
By stratagem I soon obtain 
What force would labor for in vain. 
I boasted. “ Don’t be proud," said she : 
“ 'Tis nothing wonderful; for see— 
Your valor’s not SO very killing; 
You kissed me, true, but I was willing 1” 
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