MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
JUNE 27. 
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For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
WORDS FOR YOU. 
Write 1 while your soul ia glowing 
With earnest, holy thought, 
And inspiration from you words 
By others shall be caught. 
Speak I while your heart is beating 
To holy hope of heaven, 
And longing that to all the earth 
The same sweet trust be given. 
Act 1 while your will is strong to do 
In love and hope and faith— 
So shall the endless life be yours, 
When Hus is lost in death. 
East Hampton, Mass., 1857. 
H. E. C. 
tfe’s Item 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
AN OLD MAID’S KEVERY. 
BY CAROLINE A. HOWARD. 
Last night I sat in my quiet little parlor in my 
cosy arm chair, with my little tea-table by my side 
with its one cup and saucer and plate, and while 
the tea-kettle sang merrily in the glowing grate, I 
sat and watched the fire-light play upon the wall. 
I was alone; I live alone—that is, I am the owner 
of a little cottage of which I am the only in¬ 
habitant. I often have company, and I go much 
among my friends and neighbors wheroever I 
think I shall he welcome, and at my own fireside 
there is always a vacant chair, and at my humble 
board a welcome for any one who chooses to honor 
me with its acceptance. 
My neighbors will tell yon as plainly as my looks 
tell me, that I am an old maid. How I came to be 
so and how I came to live alone, is a long story, 
not worth telling. It is sufficient that having 
reached the responsible age of th-no matter 
what! I am never more to be the subject of son¬ 
nets, sighs, or sensibility, or to manifest any in¬ 
terest in “ affairs of tbe heart,” whether my own 
or anybody's else. 
As I was saying, I sat by my fire last night, and 
when my tea was finished and all things put away 
with "old maidish nicety,” I lighted my lamp and 
took up the evening paper to read. I am fond of 
poetry; I always give it attention wherever I find 
it—therefore, I am not among the fastidious ones 
who "never read newspaper stuff” Almost im¬ 
mediately my eye fell upon these lines, and I read 
them through three timeB, hut I will not ask you 
to read them but once. See if you can do it with¬ 
out a thrill, a gush of memory, bringing back some 
old and childish dream. Gan you not see the 
quaint old village church? Do yon not hear the 
sweet, boyish “voice in the psalm!” Is not the 
“ Judge’s wife” right before you? 
HAEB.Y GSOVE, 
BY L. M. TENNEY. 
’Twas a calm and ben.nlifal Sabbath, 
(Alas I fifteen years ago:) 
Tho meadow wrr spangled with daisies, 
And tbe apple tree all ablow; 
I remember how still was the dim old church, 
Where I sat, in my father's pew, 
Watching tbe sunlight, us it came 
The stained glass naive ring through; 
While Harry Gkovk, the Squire's bod, 
Was watching me 1 know. 
I never once looked at Harry, 
But I heard his voice in the psalm; 
’Twas in tune with all the harmonies 
Of that Sabbath morning calm; 
And after the benediction was said, 
I knew he would wait by tbe tree, 
Whose branches shaded the gray old porch, 
To walk up the lane with me. 
Ah! I wonder if I loved Harry Grove, 
Or if Harry Grove loved mel 
I went to that churoh tbfs morning— 
(Can it be so long ago 
Since I sat and watched the sunshine, 
That stained glaBs quivering through?) 
And I grew so busy with memories 
That were stirring my spirit within, 
That I scarcely heeded the bustle 
When Judge Grove and his wife came in; 
He has altered much in these doa»n years, 
And bis hair is gray and thin. 
A dark and beautiful woman 
Is tbe Judge's lady wife, 
But they say her heart ia cold and proud, 
And that he leads a lonesome life. 
A sad look lurked in his handsome eyes 
This morning when he spoke to me— 
Did he think oi the days, so long ago, 
And the walks up the lane with me? 
Ah! I wonder if I loved Harry Grove, 
Or if Harry Grove loved mel 
Before I had fairly finished the last verse for the 
third time, my thoughts had wandered far from 
"things present and actual,” and roamed unre¬ 
strainedly in the regions of dream-land. The 
quiet, unpretending little room at Willow Cottage 
had faded away and with it the slender form of 
its occupant, with her pale face bordered by thin 
light hair in which is scattered many a “ foot-print 
of Time.” 
A fair-haired child, scarce seven years old,trip8 
along her way to school. She is joined by a man¬ 
ly boy, some two years her senior. With a bash¬ 
ful gentleness he tenders his morniug offering of 
flowers, and her bright, eager smile is a full recom¬ 
pense, The little maiden is Lawyer Craft’s only 
child; her young companion is the son of Mr. Ray¬ 
mond, a farmer. Freddy Raymond's sled is al¬ 
ways ready at the door to take Mibb Jeannie 
Craft to school, whenever it shall be that yonng 
lady’8 pleasure to ride; at receBS when the chil¬ 
dren go to slide, it is his hand which guides her 
in her attempts, and the fairest apples and the 
earliest strawberries which his father’s farm pro¬ 
duces, find their way into her little dinner-basket. 
At Sunday-School, their seats are so near to¬ 
gether, that they have only to turn their heads to 
exchange a glance and a smile, and truth to tell, 
they are turned pretty often. Some consider 
Jeannie pretty, and one would think she thought 
so herself, to see the slight toss which she some¬ 
times gives her flaxen ringlets, and the arch look 
in her eyes. But she is generally an affectionate 
and kind-hearted child, aud one to win friends. 
Thus they tread the path of life together, those 
two innocent young beings, knowing nothing, 
heeding nothing of the evil that besets the ways 
of mortals. Nothing noxious or unholy can dwell 
within the love-light shed from their pure hearts. 
******** 
Jeannie has an aunt in the city, and two or three 
cousins. She is going to pass a few monthB with 
them. She tells Freddy of the grand times she ex¬ 
pects to have, bnt is sorry to leave him, she will 
miss her playmate; however, they will write good 
long letters. She privately cuts off one of her 
curls, fearing reproof Horn her mother, who tells 
her she is "almost a young lady and should not 
indulge in such nouseuse.” This cnrl is for 
Freddy, who gives her “just the dearest little 
gold ring,” purchased with his own pocket money. 
Jeannie’s auut is a widow who is very wealthy 
and fashionable. She liveB in New York, a new 
world to simple-hearted Jeannie. Her cousiDS are 
not like any little boys and girls that she ever saw; 
they are young gentlemen and ladies. Master Ar¬ 
thur, the eldest, has arrived at the mature age of 
seventeen, and his upper lip is graced with a soft 
Bhade “ as light aa the down of a thistle,” and he 
never tires of relating the pranks of "the fellows” 
at College. His two sisters, fifteen and thirteen, 
respectively, edify Jeannie with comments on 
dress and "sooiety,” which is composed of " onr 
set.” 
All these things have the charm of novelty, aDd 
to Jeannie, time passes delightfully. She is flat¬ 
tered and petted, till her foolish little head is al- 
mostturned. Her cousins, who are both brunettes, 
tell her they “should think she would be so glad she 
is a blonde, they admire that style of beanty; and 
they guess someone else doestoo. Harry Waters 
never took his eyesofi from her Sunday at churoh.” 
Silly little Jeannie! The slumbering vanity is 
wakened in her heart, and she listens with eager 
ears. What wonder was it that when Harry 
Waters begged to accompany her to a concert, 
her heart beat high with pleasure! Ask any other 
little MisB of fourteen. 
Then comes a long letter from Freddy. She 
would gladly read it in tbe seclusion of her own 
room, hut her curious aud important cousins must 
see it and know all about the writer. “ Who is 
he? Some of your country admirers, I suppose.— 
A farmer’s son! I thought as much. I did not 
know you had such vulgar acquaintances.'' 
" Freddy Raymond is not vulgar!” is Jeannie’s 
indignant reply, at which her cousins laugh and 
explain to her the meaning of the word in fashion¬ 
able parlance. Then they read the letter, which, 
from their rude laughter aud jests, one would sup¬ 
pose to be as they declare " vastly amusing.” 
"Why, Therese, just listen! He says he hopes 
she is.enjoying herself, and is seeing a great many 
sights of which to tell him on her return. Just as 
if a yonng lady had not something else to do, in¬ 
stead of going staring about the city like a country 
goose!” 
Poor Jeannie, sadly mortified, reserves her let¬ 
ter and hastens to her room to weep tears of vex¬ 
ation, unalleviateil by her cousin’s consoling re¬ 
mark. “Nevermind! I did not mean to make you 
feel bad; but what do yon care for him? Oh! my! 
what ft contrast he must be to Harry Waters?” 
A contrast truly, anti juannie, as she sits alone, 
thinks so too; bnt, ales! it urns! be confessed, with 
a decided partiality towards Harry. 
It is a long time before she writes to Freddy; 
she " don’t feel like it” is her mental excuse. Bnt 
the fact is, she cannot endure the prying eyes and 
frequent sneers of Therkse and Artilla. " He 
will excuse me,” she thinks, “ I have bo much to 
do, and I will make it up iu talking when I got 
home.” 
But one day her conscience upbraids her so 
severely that she pleads a headache when her cou¬ 
sins are going out and seats herself to write. She 
describes all that she has seen and heard, deBcant- 
iug particularly on the beauty of Ler aunt’s estab¬ 
lishment and the gaiety of her couBine aud their 
friends. Harry Waters ia described as a “per¬ 
fect gentleman,” and the letter abrnbtly closes 
with, “There you must excuse this short letter as 
Biddy has just brought me word that Mr. Waters 
waits in the parlor to see me. I fear I shall uot 
get time to write again during my stay here.— 
P. S.—Notes of invitation just received for us to 
a party at Mrs. Bender’s, given for her son George 
on my account.” * * * * 
It iB Sunday; Jeannie is at home again. The 
people bare assembled in the old church, and as 
the venerable pastor rises to give out the hymn, 
there is a bustle near the door and Mr. and Mre. 
Craft, accompanied by an elegantly and showily 
dressed young lady, enter their pew. Daintily the 
gloved hand arranges her silken flounces and finds 
the place in the hymn book. What a change six 
months has wrought! They rise to sing and aB 
the firBt hurst dies away, a clear, rich voice ia 
heard in the boIo. A quick, thrilling throb in 
Jeannie’s bosom sends the warm blood to her 
cheek and brow, then fades away, leaving her paler 
than before. 
As they come out of church, Mr. and Mrs. Craft 
stop a moment to speak to some friends, and Jean¬ 
nie knows that if she lingers, she shall have a 
chance to speak with Freddy Raymond. What 
perversity impels her to hasten out and walk home 
with some of her young acquaintances? 
At evening aa she walks in her little garden, a 
pleasant and familiar voice at the gate exclaimB, 
“Can I come in, Jeannie?” 
“Oh! is it you, Mr. Raymond? Walk in if you 
please!” Jeannie says, quite unconcerned to all 
outward appearance. 
"No! Jeannie, it is not my father, but me, your 
old friend Freddy.” 
“Oh! yes, certainly! I have got so much in the 
habit of calling all gentlemen Mr. since I have 
been in New York, that I forgot to call you by your 
name.” (What a piece of deception!) "Won’t 
you walk in?” she added; “father and mother 
are both at home.” 
“ Certainly, if you wish it,” is the frank reply; 
but I did not come to see them—I came to see you." 
Jeannie blushes, but is silent, and leads the way 
into the house. Somehow she cannot bear to be 
alone with him. She feels as if hiB clear, truthful 
glance would read her heart. She talks but little, 
and replies in monosyllables to bis remarks. Her 
father and mother take it upon them to sustain the 
l conversation or it would be dull indeed. She 
plays the piano and sings a little, but not with her 
former ease and simplicity. Her mother attributes 
her manner to lady-like reserve and rejoices that 
she has had such good advantages of society. 
Their guest early departs, thinking that there 
is a strange coolness in Jeannie’s manner. As he 
goes away she watches him from a window and 
says to herself, “How stooping Fred Raymond 
grows! That is the way with men who work bard. 
How tall and awkward he appears, and what enor¬ 
mous feet he has! How they wonld look betide of 
Harry Waters !” 
The worm is lying at the heart of the rose.— 
Months fleet away, and Fred Raymond leaves 
school at the Academy and goes to New York, as 
a clerk in a large hardware establishment. He 
and Jeannie Craft are friends, that is, he thinks 
as much of her as ever, though he wishes she was 
not so stately, and she treats him with lady-like 
kindness and civility—nothing more. He calls to 
see her when about to take his departure, and she 
wishes him all happiness and success in his new 
undertaking. He oilers his hand at parting, and 
alter a pause Bays, “Jeannie, excuse me if I in¬ 
trude, hut I must speak once, and for the last time. 
As a child, yon have been as dear to me as a sis¬ 
ter; as you grew in years and loveliness yon were 
dearer, and the thought grew up in my heart, like 
a flower whose existence we know not till aware 
of its perfume, that if I toiled for education and 
worldly advancement, this little hand might be 
my future reward. That hope is dying. I see 
plainly that I am not and cannot expect to be to 
you what I have been.” 
The woman's heart in the girlish bosom is 
touched, and with ft sudden burst of feeling, the 
tears gush forth, but are instantly suppressed and 
she tarns away murmuring — “Oh! Frederick 
forgive me!—I am unworthy, and indeed, indeed 
it can never be!” 
So the tiny barks are ent asunder and the wave 
of life drifts them far apart. It is winter time and 
the season of Cupid’s Festival. Jeannie receives 
her full share of his tokens, hut all are of little 
worth to her except a beautiful one bearing the 
post mark of New York. “ Can it he that Harry 
Waters sent it?” is her ever recurring and pleas¬ 
ed reflection. 
Again, the Rummer’s rich foliage and sweet 
flowers deck the rural town of Sherwood with 
bloom and beauty. Sherwood is unusually gay, 
for there ia a party of young people at Squire 
Craft's, who “ chase the hours with mirth and 
pleasure.” There are boat-rides and pic-nics, 
horse-back rides and moon-light walks, without 
number, and thehigb-priest and priestess of every 
festival are Harry Waters and Jeannie Craft, 
somewhat to the jealousy of her cousin Arvilla, 
whose faithful attendant he has been for a season or 
more. All this is related by the wicIowRaymond, 
who still lives with her elder son on the old place, 
to Fred who is at home on a visit of a few days. 
There is to he a grand party at the Squire’s; it 
is Jeannie’s seventeenth birth-day, and on the 
morrow her cousins are to return home. Invita¬ 
tions are extended to all of her many acquaintan¬ 
ces—her parents would not have her give offence 
to any one—aud among them is Fred Raymond, — 
At first he thinks he will not go, but is irresistibly 
urged to meet her again—he cannot forget her. 
How lovely ho thinks her as he stands apart in 
the shadow of the biVivy window drapery, and 
sees her glide through the dance with the graceful 
H akry W atkks. How faultless the fit of her blue 
crape dress, which shows to such advantage her 
fair skin and hair! What a pretty color flushes 
her cheek, and how bright the light in her eyes, as 
she replies to the lively remarks of her compan¬ 
ion! It makes Fred turn aside and walk out on 
the piazza, the room is so close. She is very polite 
and introduces Fred to all her city friends with 
the grace and dignity becoming her position, but 
is studious to avoid all opportunities for conver¬ 
sation between them. She and Harry are engaged, 
it has just taken place, and of course she feels 
more assured and Bell-sustained. She fancied that 
Harry preferred Arvilla, but that was nothing. 
He only waited upon her cousin the better to ex¬ 
cuse himBelf from attention to others. 
As Fred is going away, a servant hands hitu a 
little package. It contains his letters, the little 
ring, and all other keepsakes which he Lab given 
Jeannie, and includes that valentine, which, as 
Harry did not send it, is of no further value.— 
There is also a tiny slip of paper which informs 
him of her new relation and addB that she feared 
that it was not right for her to keep these things, 
though he need not trouble himself to return hers. 
How time flies! So we exclaim every day and 
probably shall continue to exclaim so long as the 
space allotted for our duties here Beems bo inade¬ 
quate to their fulfilment. Sherwood is still a beau¬ 
tiful town, but ten years, while adding to its age, 
has added to its dignity and importance, and it is 
now called “a very aristocratic place.” That 
used to be Squire Graft’s bouse, to the left of the 
Unitarian church. It is tbe one with the pillars 
in front and the conservatory on the side. The 
Squire and his wife ure both dead and Dr. Warren 
lives there now. Mrs. Craft died first, of con- 
sumption. Then the Squire failed, by the loss of 
money which he had lent, and that, with the death 
of his wife, broke him all down. Ilia daughter, 
too, was sick for a long time, brought to death’s 
door, and when Bbe recovered she was ouly the 
ghost of her former self. They sny that there was 
some trouble about a young fellow in New York 
who was engaged to her and when her father fail, 
ed, he cooled off and in a year or two married her 
cousin. It was a pity she cared so ranch about 
him, for he was an empty-headed fop. But people 
thought it improved her character much. She wus 
rather vain and light-minded, but they suy she 
changed very much before she left. She gathered 
up the remnaDt of her father’s property and went 
to live with an old lady, an aunt of her mother’s, 
who owned a small place in Vinedale. Thither we 
will follow her. 
Her kind relative, with ft thousand blessings on 
the gentle hands which so long have watched and 
tended her feeble age, has gone to renew her 
youth and beauty in the land of perpetual charms, 
Jeannie is the sole occupantof her cottage home, 
and there is a warm spot for her in every heart 
that knows her. Hers is a quiet life, unvexod by 
care or ambition, brightened by love and content¬ 
ment. It has only one Bliadow. Tbe thought of a 
by-gone dream will intrude upon her lonely hours, 
and a strange, indefinable longing to behold the 
friend and playmate of her childhood, at times 
takeB possession of her. Bbe builds caatloR in the 
air, and wonders if sometime or other he will not 
seek her out and renew their old friendship. She 
forgets whose hand severed the chain; Bho forgets, 
too, that sickness and sadness and time have shorn 
her head of its bright wealth, dimmed forever the 
flashing eyes, and scattered wrinkles where once 
were roses and dimples. She knows he is pros¬ 
perous, fortune has been profuse in her favoi'B, but 
he deserves them all. Oh! if he could only know. 
Rat! tat!! tat!!! Why! how I have been dozing! 
There is my paper on the floor and it is raining 
hard. Wbat could have roused me so suddenly? 
Rat! tat!! Who can that he! Why do I tremble 
so, as I hold my lamp? Surely my dream is not 
coming true! 
Ah! it is the post hoy, and while I shade my 
lamp with my hand, he thrusts in a paper for me. 
Hastily closing the door, I return to my seat and 
curiously scan the writing on the wrapper. It is 
bold and handsome, and the post mark ia New York. 
How warm the room has grown! I move further 
from the fire and tear off the wrapper. There ia a 
marked passage. I hold it nearer to the light, I 
cannot see distinctly: 
“ Married, in New York, by Rev. Dr. Weld, at the resi¬ 
dence of tbe bride’s lather, Samvel Wordsworth, Esq., 
Hon. FREDERICK RAYMOND and Miss JOSEPHINE V. 
WORDSWORTH." 
I think my light must be going out, the room 
looks so dark and dim. How the wind moans!— 
What was that that rolled down and fell on the pa¬ 
per just now? Oh! nothing! Only an old maid's 
tear. 
’% tom 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA, 
I am composed of 16 letters. 
My 10,12, 6,16, 1, 7 ia a country in Europe. 
My 13,12,14,15, 5 is a bird common in America. 
My 13, 2,16, 7, 6, 5 is highly appreciated as an ar¬ 
ticle of food. 
My 6, 9, 10,14, 12 is an article much in use at the 
present day. 
My 4, 3,10, 5,12 is a river in Africa. 
My 14, 3,12 is what we cannot live without. 
My 8, 3, 4 is an evil of the human race. 
My 8,16, 3,15, 7 is a river in Franco. 
My 13, 2, 3, 4,11 is a powerful Empire in Asia, 
My whole is the source of a great deal of talk, 
as to the feasibility of its becoming a native of the 
United StatCB. Dayid E. Rice. 
Penfield, N. Y., 1857. 
Answer next week. 
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For Moore’s Rnral New-Yorker. 
GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 26 letters. 
My 8,15, 5, 10 is a town in Canada West. 
My 19, 24, 23, 18 is a city in Enrope. 
My 26, 16,17,13, 4, 18, 21,15 is an Island west of 
Africa. 
My 3,12,10,1, 2, G, 22 is a lake in North America, 
My 11,19,15, 7, 14,18 is a county in Vermont. 
My 16, 13,12, 21,18, 9, 20,18,13 is one of the U. S. 
My whole is one of Dr. Franklin's maxims. 
Watags, HI., 1857, H. W. G. 
Answer next week. 
For Moore’s Rnral New-Yorker. 
GEOMETRICAL PROBLEM. 
The rim and the top of the crown of a hat are, 
respectively, 36 inches and 22 inches in circum¬ 
ference. The perpendicular distance between the 
rim and the top of the crown is 8 inches. Requir¬ 
ed, the length of a line drawn from the circum¬ 
ference of the rim, through the circumference of 
the top of the crown, to the point of intersection 
iu a perpendicular erected at the center of the top 
of the crown. o. m. 
West Sparta, N. Y., 1857. 
(£&• Answer next week. 
A Riddle. —Cat off my head, and I’m singular; 
cutoff my tail, and plural I appear; cut off my 
head and my tail, and I’m nought. 
f&J' Answer next week. 
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Answer to Biblical Enigma in No. 389:—A good 
name is rather to he chosen than great riches. 
Answer to Charade iu No. 389:—Arura. 
Answer to Enigma—"Boqnet of Flowers”—in 
No. 389:—Four o’clock, Tulips, Noon-shut, Forget- 
me-not, Pandc(y)liou, Clamatufi, Snow-ball, Locusts, 
Fall-flock, Foxglove, Lilac. 
Answer to Historical Enigma in No. 389:—Mar¬ 
cos Aurelius Antoninus. 
Answer to Arithmetical Problem in No. 389:— 
35 3-5 +days. 
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The First Twenty Years. —Live as long as 
yon may, the first twenty years form the greater 
part of yonr life. They appear ho when they are 
passing; they seem to have been so when wo look 
back to them; and they take up more room in our 
memory than all the years that succeed them. 
If this be so, how important that they should 
be passed in planting good principles, cultivating 
good tastes, strengthening good habits aud fleeing 
all those pleasures which lay up bitterness and 
sorrow for time to come. Take good care of tho 
first twenly years of your life, and you may hope 
that tho last twenty will take good cure of you. 
- 
Happiness. —The quaint old Andrew Fuller 
writes truly that contentment consisted not in 
adding more fuel, but in taking away some Are; 
not in multiplying wealth, but in substracting 
men’s desires. Worldly riches, like nuts, tear 
men's clothing in getting them, spoil men’s teeth 
in cracking them, but fill no belly in eating them. 
IIk that bath a good book in his hand but uot a 
lesson of it at his heart or life, is like an ass that 
earrieth a burden, and feedetb upon the thistles. 
-*«*-— 
It is with words as with sunbeams, the more 
they are condensed the deeper they burn. 
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will admit hew tmiyerilial and Indlepetmabio they are tea suc¬ 
cessful Combined Reaper aud Mower. 
With each mochlne will be furnished two scythes, two extra 
guards, two extra sections, one extra pinion and wrench. 
Warranted capable of cutting from 10 to 16 acres of grass or 
grain per day in a workmanlike manner. 
Price of Combined Machine, delivered here on tbe Cars $126 00 
" 11 Single Mower, Wood Bar “ " “ 110 00 
« .. .. .. Stool * . .1 .. 116 00 
WALTER A. WOOD, 
Manufacturer and Proprietor. 
Hooslck Fails, April 18, 1857. 881wl6 
KETCH UM’S MOWER, 
A nd mower and reaper for ibst, with plat- 
tbnn for either side or back delivery of the grain. Various 
lmprovemente have been made, and machines warranted supe¬ 
rior to any heretofore built Any information wanted In regard 
to them, or persons wishing to Interest themselves in their sole, 
will please address R- L. HOWARD, 
372wtf Successor to Howard A Co.. -Buffalo, N. Y. 
THE ILLINOIS CENTRAL RAIL ROAD CO. 
O FFER FOR SALE OVER 1.500,000 ACRES SELECTED 
Fanning and Wood Lands in Tracts of Forty acres and up¬ 
wards, to suit purchasers, on 
Lons Credit* and at tew Rates of Interest. 
Pamphlets, containing Mans, description of LandB, and other 
lnformailon valuable to tho Western Emigrant, will be sent free 
of postage by addressing 
S66tf JOHN CORNING, Gen. Ag't., Buffalo, N. Y.. or 
JOHN W1L80N, Land Com'r 1.0. R. It, Ohio, I1L 
ROCHESTER SAVINC5S’ BANK. 
NEW BUILDING, 
Comer of Buffalo and Fitzliugk Streets. 
T his dank pays sly per cent interest on all 
Deposits, Instead of five as heretofore allowed. 
Open from ‘J A. M, lo 4 P. M., and mi Halmdny evening 
May lBt, 1857. EDWA RD WHALEN. Secretary. 
Trustees* 
May lBt, 1867. 
Jonathan Child, 
B. F. Smith, 
W. 13. Cheney, 
IT. Stillwell, 
T. KcmpshiUI. 
I -Hills, 
Win. Itruiveser, 
O. H. Mtimford, 
1,. B. Swan, 
W. A. Reynolds, 
J Uoywood, 
vr’m. Pitkin. 
0. Ryfngtoii, 
Rufus Kinder, 
Wm. Kidd 
MONROE COUNTY SAYINGS INSTITUTION, 
rnuts BANK ALLOWS INTEREST AT THK KATE OF SIX 
A per ceut por annum upon all deposits. Offico No- 86 Buffalo 
street, directly opposite tho Court House. 
CHARLES W DUNDAS, President 
J.K. PIERPONT, Secretary. 
Trustees. 
Martin Briggs, Samuel Miller, 
Amon Bronson, Thomas lianvey, 
Aristarchus Champion, Nathaniel B. Merrick, 
Moses Chapin, Nebotnlah Osbura, 
Freeman Clarke, George W. Parsons, 
Lonis Chapin, Edwin PancoBt, 
Charles W Dnndas, William N. Sage, 
George Eliwangor, Lewis Salye, 
Kbeneser Ely, Alvah Strong, 
William W. Ely, L»jt 1 A Waid. 
Rochester, February 24th, 1867. 37Stf 
WHO WANTS A OIIEAI* PIANO! 
riMIF, SUBPCRIP.KR HAS FOR YEARS BEEN ENGAGED 
J- in the purchase and sate of Blanot, Harps, 3ft! cs leant, Unitors, 
Organs, Music, etc., and being a yt.utiedi n-wrf.-i.tn, lias given 
entire satisfaction. He buys dstrdiy from the manufactures « and 
Is thereby releivcd from heavy rente aud ether expense* Every 
instrument sold by him, receive# Ills personal attention, and Is 
guaranteed not only o» to qualtto, bnt as being cheeper than it can 
to procured at any wholesale house in America. A printed Ust 
of prices, accompanied Ly iho most nnqneetionaiie references, 
will be sentou application, free of charge, to all parts oi the 
world. Address JAMES M. KDNEY, 
305-eow tf 66 John St, New York. 
ALLENS MOWING MACHINE 
W ITH LATE IMPROVEMENTS—Warranted not to Clog 
—of easy draught—superior to any heretofore made. Pam¬ 
phlets embracing full description. recommendations, Ac., B6ut to 
all applicants. Local Agents, or perrons wishing tegolloncora- 
miShlou, will please address R L. ALLEN. 18P Water St., New 
York, nr JAMES WHITE, at Palmyra, Wayne Co.. N. Y., 
General Agent for Western N. Y., Penn., Ohio, Michigan, Ac. 
I'tU D It BARTON, Rochester, agent for Monroo and Liv¬ 
ingston Co.'s. IR80w7eowJ ' (April 16,1867. 
sri’KRIOR SUFFOLK SWJNK. 
T he BtrijscmnKits have for sale puke Suffolk 
Swine, bred from their best Suffolk Stock, Address 
5Wlw8cow JOSTAfl STICKNKY, Watertown, Mass. 
Alam lm or ISAAC 91TCKNEY, Kostnn. do 
H T1 D ZIH’H 
lake, rain anh iuver water filters. 
H ave been in use for sixteen years, and in 
all parts of tho United Hiatus and the Cauadae, have given 
the highest satisfaction. They are scientific in ibolr constrec- 
tlon, Portable, Durable and Cheap. For Circulars with particu¬ 
lars, address J. K. CHENEY A CO., 
lurn, address 
381eowtl 
J. K. CHENEY A CO., 
Rochester, N. Y. 
MOORE'S RURAL NEW-YORKER, 
TH1I LEADING WXEKIT 
Agricultural, Literary and Family Newspaper, 
IS PTTOMItHen EVKRT SATOBO-XT 
RY D. ». T. MOORE, ROCHEBTEH, N. Y. 
Office, Cnlon Hullitlug*, Opposite the Court House. 
TERMS, IN ADVANCE: 
Two DottJtita A Ykau — fl for ulx months. To Clnbs and 
Agents as follows Tnreo Copies one year, Tor $6; Six Copies 
(and one to Agent or goiter up of Club,) for $15, Ton Coplos (and 
one to A gun!,) ter $16, and any additional number at the same 
rate, ($1,60 por copy.) As wo are obllgud to pre-pny tho Ameri¬ 
can postage on paper* sent to the British Provinces, our Cana¬ 
dian agents and friends must odd P2‘i cents per copy to the 
club rates of the Ron At,. 
V Th» postage on the RukaI, Is only 8hi conts per quarter to 
any part of this State, (except Alonwo county, where it goes 
froo,) aud 6)4 cents to any section oi tho United States— payable 
quarterly in advance at tbe office where received. 
ty Subscribers wishing their papers changed Irom one Post 
Office to another, should bo particular In specifying the offices 
at which they aro now received. 
gy Cius papers are sent to an many different addressos or 
pout-offices as requested, and wo write the names of snbserlbers 
on papers If desired—thin, saving Agents and Post-Masters from 
any labor or attention iu the premisos. 
Advertising.— Brief aud appropriate advertisements will be 
Inserted at 26 cents a line, onch Insertion, payable In advance. 
Our rule Is togivo uo advertiBomont, nnluss very brief, more 
than lour consecutive inset Ilona. Patent ModtclneB, Ac, no 
not advertIsod In the KotUL on any conditions 
