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MOORE’SjtRURAl NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER 
We may be allowed to lay great stress upon the po¬ 
sition of woman as a mother, for on this pivot 
revolves the destiny of her household, and the 
proper fulfillment of this station calls for a com¬ 
plete revolution of the modus operands in female 
education. There is too much of silk and satin 
greatness in its composition. The idea that the 
fingers were made for wearing golden circlets, or 
the hand merely for the purpose of testing the elasti¬ 
city of kiJ, must be eradicated. From the lips of 
Omnipotence the edict has gone forth— “ Ju the 
sweat of thy face Shalt thou cat bread until thou 
return to the ground,” and Nature in her endless 
labyrinths gives back the response. The physical 
formation calls for exercise lest it pine and die — 
the mental organism must be disciplined or it will 
rust and fail. The highest accomplishment of a hu¬ 
man being—male or female—is a well-developed 
and well-balanced mental and moral constitution. 
"Without energy, without perseverance, without 
enterprise, what can be accomplished that will be 
of utility to one’s self or to the human race? A 
mere drudge, or rather, a mere tool in society, is 
but little better than an inanimate machine, that 
moves in accordance with mechanical principles, 
or a domestic animal at the bidding and showing 
of an overseer, In comparison with the old world, 
at least, few such persons can be found among the 
worthy sons of New York; the controllb g portion 
are those who are wending their way towards the 
goal of Buccess,— ennobling alike themselves and 
the State of their nativity and adoption. Ever and 
anon wc hear and read of those whose enterprise 
has added another link to the chain of advance¬ 
ment and reform, and whose continued progress 
still ascends higher and higher, —nearer and still 
nearer the summit of the II ill of Science. On their 
heart is engraven our glorious motto; and their 
actions show that idleuess, inactivity and slothful¬ 
ness are traits of character unknown to that 
prompter which governs all their works both 
mental and physical. 
Labor, in all departments of honorable industry, 
is commendable. Who would, for a moment, east 
a reflection upon any branch of enterprise? Who 
CONDUCTED BY AZILB 
THE FIRESIDE. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
THE DYING CHILD. 
Wken tho snow-flakes softly rattle 
On the darkened window-pane. 
And the night winds moan and murmur 
In a wild and fitful strain— 
0, how welcome is the cheerful. 
Brightly burning, ruddy light. 
Glowing from the evening fireside, 
Glowing, sparkling, warm and bright! 
How the mellow beams are dancing 
On the ceiling, iu the hall, 
E’en within the heart’s dark corners, 
With a gentle glance they lalL 
And in tho clear and pleasant rudianoe, 
As in waves of gold it plays, 
Hells the soul that’s tilled with sadness, 
l-ighie the eye w ith radiant rays. 
Loved rmc-s meet around tho fireside. 
Through the dreary winter eve, 
Whilst the storm without ts wildest, 
Tales ol other days to weave, 
Songs that, to tho heart are dearest, 
Breathe upon the hallowed air. 
Voices gay in mirth are mingled, 
“Household words ” arc sweetest there. 
How the aged and the weary, 
Look back to the lrappy hearth. 
By whose merry light they started, 
Ere they tasted aught but mirtlu 
Though the glow has long been faded, 
Brighter than of yore it burns, 
When the spirit, worn with wandering, 
To that cherished vision turns. 
Then, w hen tailing snow-flakes rattle 
On the darkened wiudow-pane. 
Let us gather round the fireside, 
Heedless ol the night-wind's reign. 
And when life's cold winter Cometh, 
’Mid the darkness and tho storm, 
We’ll again in memory’s chamber 
Meet around the It reside warm. 
Dbar papa 1 am going 
Away from oarth and thee, 
An angel band is waiting, 
I hear their minstrelsey ; 
0 1 I shall soou be with them, 
And join the song of love. 
That all the blest are swelling, 
In that bright home above. 
That land you oft have told me, 
is better far than this ;— 
That there the righteous ever 
Partake of ceaseless bliss ; 
You tvll me that my mother 
Is a bright angel there, 
That 1 if good shall see her. 
And oi that glory share. 
You took me once, dear papa. 
To where you said she laid, 
I would that close beside her, 
My little grave be made ; 
I think her spirit woo’s me, 
I’m sure I'd rather go, 
And dwell up there in heaven 
Than linger here below. 
Nay do not weep, dear papa. 
Those tears—wipe them away, 
I know you will be lonely, 
Yet ask me not to stay ; 
You could not always shield me 
From every thing that harms. 
And Jesus will enfold me. 
Safe in his loving arms. 
Sherburne, N. Y., Jan. 1867. ] 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
MY LITTLE SISTER. 
Carrie’s hood was drawn hastily over her yel¬ 
low hair, the cloak and mittens donned in a trice, 
and the little dinner basket, placed upon the arm, 
for it was full nine o'clock and she would be late 
at school. Stopping upon the door-step she turned 
and bade ns all “good bye!’’—a ceremony never 
to be omitted. I watched her from the window as 
she trudged along the snow-white road, and sober 
reflections rose in my mind to chase away the 
smile upon my countenance. 
I thought of the journey of Life on which the 
little traveler had just Bet out—how many thorns 
must pierce those little feet—how many tears dim 
the bright eyes—how many blasts from this un¬ 
friendly world pierce through the little form if she 
lived even long as I have lived—how many clouds 
darken the onward pathway, and how untimely 
frosts would chill the sanguine spirit—and the dim 
tears blinded my eyes for I loved her! 
This i£ the dark side of the picture—the other | 
is very beautiful, 
crude and unwieldy material? Is it not as honora¬ 
ble to raise a crop of wheat as it is to traffic in the 
same article? Is it. not as honorable to build a 
house as to purchase one alroady erected? The 
mechanic, the laborer—men of all trades and pro¬ 
fessions—may look with gratitude and pride, upon 
the means by which such important results have 
been accomplished, and which are still elevating 
the country, the State, the whole world in the scale 
of improvement. 
Nations that have long since ceased to exist, 
hand down their history full of warning to us to 
take a different course to perpetuate national and 
individual prosperity. War, famine, beggary and 
other evils brought upon many of the ancient gov- 
erumeutsby the injudic ious exercise of the natural 
faculties,—by stimulating the evil, and allowing 
the good, qualities to lie dormant,—may, and will 
he prevented, if heed be given to •• Excelsior.”_ 
It does not lower the dignity of man; it does not 
pander to the base pnssions of the heart of hu¬ 
manity,—but is pure, high, holy, noble, sustaining 
under all circumstances,—and is just the thing for 
a great, enlightened, labor-loving, free and zealous 
people to follow as their guiding-star, in their 
march on the road to honor, prosperity and inde¬ 
pendence. l. f. w, 
Rochester, N. Y., 1867. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
FEMALE EDUCATION. 
Without desiringto enter the arena of discussion 
concerning the “rights of woman,” or the remotest 
wish to describe or circumscribe the peculiar 
sphere for which she is designed, we purpose to 
broach a few thoughts ou a subject intimately con¬ 
nected with her welfare. 
Judging from the various modes in which the 
female mind is tutored, a system for the calling 
forth of its intellectual capacities has pet to be 
formed. Every variety of effort—every scheme 
having the appearance of tangibility, is in vogue, 
and a mass void of form and shape— we had almost 
added light—is the result. The question naturally 
arises—What, then, is the true mode of educating 
this class? We answer, in true Yankee style, by 
propounding a query ourselves—“ What should be 
the prime objects in Female Education?” To the 
elucidation of this point we offer the following 
remarks: 
The system of education adapted for females, 
must be two-fold in its character and tendencies— 
it should call forth the energies of the soul, and 
direct them in such manner as will best comport 
with the physical, meDtal aud moral constitution 
of woman. To develop the faculties and to direct 
them is the Alpha and Omega of mental progression. 
The leading feature in female education should 
be solidity rather than ornament. So much atten¬ 
tion is given in some institutions to the adornment 
of tho form, to the care of tho body instead of the 
mind—one, at all skeptical would fain believe that, 
In the whole course of tuition, the entire school 
had been strangers to good, hard, 
Grief will come and I am thank¬ 
ful that the day in which this school of life is kept, 
is short; that the sun soon sets, and we are dis¬ 
missed to go home to our Father’s house. Happy 
for us if we have learned our lessons well! 
Eagle Harbor, N. Y„ 1857. Viana Meadows. 
For Moore*; Rural New-Yorker. 
“EXCELSIOR.” 
Assembled in a representative capacity, the 
authorities of New \ T ork in 1809, decreed that 
the above caption shonld thenceforth constitute 
the motto by which her future destiny was to be 
marked, and her course directed and governed._ 
They beheld in the twilight haze unmistakable 
omens of advancing prosperity and greatness. Men 
were at the helm of State who were endowed with 
the spirit which brought, the whole country safe 
into the Harbor of Independence, Her popula¬ 
tion, though numbering but little more than hun¬ 
dreds of thousands where it now does millions, 
possessed the energy, the perseverance, the pro¬ 
gressive qualities and stamina, which entitled the 
State, in a corporate character, to asoul-enlivening 
talisman, to be engraven upon the “Coat of Arms,” 
and which would be symbolical of the leading traits 
of the great mass of the Commonwealth. 
Commerce loomed up brightly in the Eastern 
sky,—hovering around the metropolis of the West¬ 
ern Hemisphere,—bringing from trans-atlantic 
countries and the far-off Indies the products of 
weultb and Oriental skill, in exchange for the sur¬ 
plusage, not only of this State, hut much of the 
articles of traffic of the western portions of Amer¬ 
ican civilization. 
In agricultural pursnits,no country on the face 
of the earth, could look into futurity with brighter 
anticipations of remunerative rewards. From the 
Atlantic and the eastern confines of the State, to 
the Niagara river, nature invited the yeomanry to 
dig and delve in the agricultural mines,— guaran¬ 
teeing such returns as only can constitute true 
wealth. Being destined to become the highway of 
the nations at the West to tide-water at New York, 
through which tho golden stream from the earth, 
air and water must, in a great measure, flow, no 
wonder that the coming years seemed big with 
important results. The wisdom of Clinton, Liv¬ 
ingston, Fulton and other distinguished states¬ 
men and men of science, was then pointing towards 
a consummation of one of the most wonderful pro¬ 
jects of the age. Lake Erie and the Hudson river,— 
could those two fountains be brought in connection 
with each other, 
ARE THERE NO FLOWERS IN HEAVEN P 
The golden light of a sweet June morn, was 
fioodiug earth with its beauty. The old sitting- 
room looked brighter than usual, as through its 
open windows poured the richly swelling bird-notes 
aud floated the sweet perfume of the lilacs. The 
robins were singing sweetly in the olden elm that 
shaded the gateway. Earth was very beautiful, but 
there were sad hearts beating ’neath our roof-tree 
that day. We chid the sun for shining so brightly 
—the flowers for blooming so sweetly—and the 
birds for their careless glee. Yet still they sang, 
and smiled on. How could they when Charlie was 
dying! Charlie was our only one. He loved the 
birds aud trees and flowers; he loved earth’s 
brightness and beauty. He was our hope and 
our joy. 
Nine days had he lain tossing with fever, and 
never for a single hour, during that time, had his 
mother left his side, lie cluug to her tenaciously, 
—and often asked her, as he lay upon her bosom, 
tn intervals of pain, to tell him again of heaven, 
for she often told him tales of that blissful laud 
when in health. 
Charlie was only five years old, and yet he lay 
on this sweet morning, with his cheeks and lips 
blanched to lily whiteness—the bright light in ius 
beautilul eyes dimmed, and his golden curls float¬ 
ing o’er his dimpled breast, which was bared Hat 
he might breathe more easily—dying! There was 
grief in his father’s heart, as he paced the room 
with measured tread! 
Nature in many ways show us the noiseless 
greatness of all that is productive of peace and 
order. The fields of waving growing wheat, and 
forests studded with swelling oaks make no noise; 
and the electricity which roars in the thunderpeal, 
is not a tithe so powerful as that which sleeps iu 
the light and holds the drops of a enp of water in 
their liquid poise. Tho world’s estimate of 
power 
gives greater prominence to that which upheaves 
and causes disorder. 
The eruption of a volcano, to almost all minds, 
symbolizes more strength and grandeur titan the 
silent swing and radiance ol a planet. If there 
could he some splendid confusion produced amid 
the serenity of the present universal order, if some 
broad constellation should hegin, to-night, to play 
off a brilliant display of fireworks down thespaees 
of the heavens, or if some blazing comet should 
jostle the whole outworks or a system, destroying 
order, and kindling the infinite azure into flame, 
how many thousands there are that would look up 
to the skies, for the first time, with wonder and 
awe! They do not see anything surprising or sub¬ 
duing in the punctual rise and steady setting of 
the sun, and its imperial and boundless beauty; 
and yet the Bun has Are enough to fill the whole 
space between Mercury and Neptune with brilliant 
pyrotechnics and jubilee displays. But the old sun 
is not selfish, aud has no French ambition for such 
mean glories, as children gaze at ami clap their 
hands. It noiselessly reserves its fires, keeps them 
stored in its breast, throws no sheets of flame from 
its huge cauldron, but shoots still and steadily its 
clean, white beams of ether, that evoke flowers 
from the bosom of the globe and paint the far-off 
satellites of Uranus with silver beauty! 
tnerg tic 
thought. Others recognize the necessity for a 
basis to mental acquirement, but their mode of 
erecting the structure is faulty—the finishing pro¬ 
cess is completed precisely where the work should 
have commenced. The towers ; nd turrets — the 
cornices and mouldings—beauty of style, faucif ti¬ 
neas of finish, and symmetry of externals are all 
clearly brought to view, but the whole rests upon 
airy nothingness, there is neither breadth nor 
depth to the mental edifice. An illustration will 
probably give our ideas more exactness. A mod¬ 
ern lady informs her husband that their daughter 
has just returned from school; and in recounting 
her progress and position says— “Julia converses 
in French with fluency and ease; performs upon 
the piano with a degree of precision rarely excell¬ 
ed; has a perfect knowledge of music in all its 
branches, whether simple melody or the abstruse- j 
ness and complexly of the opera; embroiders 
beautifully, etc., and now I think it would be ad¬ 
visable to procure for her an English spelling 
book!” Many may conceive the opinion that tho 
picture is over-drawn, but wt will venture the as¬ 
sertion that one-halt of those lemales who have 
received a strictly “ first-class” (so called) educa¬ 
tion cannot spell their mother tongue correctly.— 
YYe have known those who would pass as shining 
lights iu brilliant society that had but to put their 
pen to paper 1o sign their death-warrants. 
When females are thoroughly versed in the 
branches of writing, reading, spelling, arithmetic, 
composition, Ac., it is time enough to add physi¬ 
ology, botany, chemistry, and as many of the “ac¬ 
complishments - ’ as the mind can master. Here, as 
in the other departments, thoroughness is desira¬ 
ble-superficiality in any portion of he course of 
mental exercise, daily proves the triteness of the 
adage, “a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.” 
The practical is the want of the age— we need less 
of fashion and folly and & larger supply of common 
sense, less of frivolity and more real study, fewer 
fine lanies and more women . If there is a sight on 
earth around which we would draw the curtain of ! 
obscurity, it ia that of one gifted with all the graces 
which nature lavishes upon her daughters, prosti¬ 
tuting them at the altar oi fashion—famishing the 
immortal mind with the stale flattery of a hollow- 
hearted wotld; living a round of gaiety and dissi- , 
pation, laying up as her only treasure a miserable 
old age, fraught with remorse for the past and not 
a star with cheering ray to gleam athwart the 
blackness of the future. 
Many may think that an educational course of 
this character for females would bo useless — that 
the sphere occupied by them is too contracted for 
the full exercise of the .acquirements obtainable by 
sucb meutal discipline. Friends, the circle is cir¬ 
cumscribed because of the distance at which you 
view it. Once approach the centre, and the cir¬ 
cumference recedes, it jg lost upon the shores of a 
time and lingers amid the confines of eternity. n 
The education of woman comes then to a ques- o 
tion of being. Whatever tho mother is, will, in a e 
greater or less degree, exhibit itself in the child, — p 
There was greater grief in 
j his mother s bosom, as she sat by the bedside, fan- 
| ning her darling’s brow and wetting his patched 
lips. Brief time had she held her treasure, yet she 
had well improved it. Her boy knew of heaven. 
She was yielding Lack to the Giver her cherished 
immortal blossom, 
The little fellow had lain in a calm slumber for 
some moments. His mother had stepped to the 
open window, and pUu king a lilac spray of blos¬ 
soms, had lain it next his cheek upon the pillow.— 
Charlie woke; and turning his dim eyes slowly, he 
took the flowers in his hand, looked at them for 
awhile, then turned his gaze upon his mother, and 
asked, 
“Mama, are there no flowers in heaven?” 
His mother smiled sadly, as she replied, 
“That she thought there was.” 
“But don’t you know, my mother?” he asked, with 
much earnestness. 
“Yes, Charlie, I know there are flowers in 
hcavon 1” 
The child sank back upon his pillow with a sweet 
smile on his countenance, and “fell asleep.” 
There was a flower, an immortal flower, hence¬ 
forth for that mother in heaven. 
Flowers in heaven! 0 yes, brighter and more 
beautiful than any of earth! Never-fading! Ama¬ 
ranths of purple and gold,—flowers of which the 
most beautiful of earth arc to those above, as inau 
now is, to the man he was created. Boor, fallen 
flowers are earth’s brightest! Rich garlands, meet 
for angels’brows, bloom aljove. Aud we shall twine 
them there; glorious chaplets without thorns. All 
that is lovely, all that is pure, all that can please 
any and every immortal faculty of the soul, will be 
ours to enjoy iu heaven. But brightest and best, 
we’ll meet the angel-friends who have gone before. 
—Morning Star. 
who could estimate the rank 
New l'ork would hold in the Confederacy of States? 
War, that demon of human creation, cast a gloom 
for a time, over the fair prospects of this great in¬ 
ternal improvement,—but, with the spirit of enter¬ 
prise, a few years emblazoned upon her name the 
appropriate title of “ Empire State;” for her dar¬ 
ling work was doue,—an artificial river connected 
the great West with the Atlantic. 
Her mechanics and artisans, too, were not placed 
beneath the level of any of their co-workers on the 
continent. Bright names adorn the pages of A 
Bishof Meauk, in the Southern Churchman, 
gives an account of many of the old families of 
Virginia. Among these he mentions a man named 
Watkins, of whom the celebrated John Randolph, 
of Roanoke, left a manuscript notice. A part, of 
that notice is in these words:—"Without 6ltiuiug 
abilities, or the advantages of an education, by 
plain,etruight-forward industry, under the guidance 
of old-fashioned honesty and practical good sense, 
he accumulated an ample fortune, in which it iB 
firmly believed there was not one dirty shilling .''— 
This is very homely Saxon language, but it is full 
of pith and point. In Randolph’s mind there must 
have been running some faint reminiscence of the 
apostle's phrase, *' filthy lucre,” used more than 
once in his epistles. Either term has wide appli¬ 
cation in these dayi 
rnen- 
can history, and of those who were born, reared 
and labored for the aggrandizement of tbe State of 
New York. Glorious wreathes encircle their heads, 
and prosperity has marked the onward progress of 
those to whom their skill and worth were be- 
queutlied. 
While her natural, artificial and commercial ad¬ 
vantages appeared to point with the certainty of 
the magnetic needle to a high elevation in the 
Galaxy of the American Escutcheon, would it he 
considered invidious to adopt so appropriate a 
motto? “ExcklsiorI” Here wus u high, enno¬ 
bling sentiment;—the watch-word to success;_ 
and as it was adopted and reverberated among the 
bills and vales of this a idoly-expattdcd Sovereignty, 
the magic sound was re-eabood back to the Capitol 
by the masses, who, from that time to the present, 
have gone steadily towards the zenith of prosperity 
and happiness, 
God bus Implanted in the human heart a desire 
for advancement, for improvement, for elevation 
iu the scale of intellectual being and public worth. 
Man is placed at the head of tbe long line of ani¬ 
mated creatures, and wears the lofty title, of image 
of the Creator. He is blessed with faculties capa¬ 
ble of such improvements fit him to aspire to any 
position of fume beneath the skies. But no indi- 
when the race for riches 
seems to absorb all hearts, and few men care fur 
the soil upon their shillings, provided only they 
have enough of them. Yet tho wisest of men says 
that a good mime is better than thousands of gold 
and silver; whereas, a few dirty shillings, u lew 
unjust gains, a few sharp practices, w til put a lep¬ 
rous taint upon the accumulations of a lifetime.— 
It is worth while for any matt, before he makes a 
new addition to bis heap, to examine the color of 
bin coin, and keep out the filthy lucre, the dirty 
shillings. 
taw a I a is (air; will be be her brave? Will he fill 
the place of Monuto?” 
Within an hour Huntly wus ou his march to over¬ 
take the Senecas, who had started for a distant 
huntiug grouud, far towards the setting sun. He 
had gone to be tbe brave, tho chosen brave of 
Wistawaln. 
In alu-r years, when the beautiful Valley of the 
Genesee was doited here and there with the small 
clearings ami rude homes of the hardy pioneer, 
Huntly and his half Indian wife, returned and 
settled near the river; when gradually adopting 
the improvements, and conforming to the society 
of their neighbors, as wealth increased aud educa¬ 
tion nml refinement succeeded to the rude milli¬ 
ners of pioneer life, Huntly and his wife went 
down to their graves, honored and respected, us 
the head of a family who have in its several 
branches, filled many offices of emolument and 
trust, and been numbered among the best inhabi¬ 
tants of the Valley of tub Genesee. 
Daily Labor. —Uod never allowed any man to 
do nothing, flow miserable is the condition of 
those men who spend their time us if it were given 
them, aud not lent; as if hours were waste crea¬ 
tures aud such as should never be accounted Tor¬ 
us if God would take this for a good hill of reck¬ 
oning. Item—spent upon my pleasures forty years. 
These men shall find that no blood can privilege 
idleness, and that nothing is more precious to God 
than that which they desire to cast away, time.— 
Bishop Halt, 
