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MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER 
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Vantbr's Coriur 
Bides depending upon him for support. But there 
never wub a nobler heart than hie iu arty human 
breast, nor are there many faces easier to fall in 
love with, aud, mind yon, by sensible, and even 
ambitious women, for there is a world of promise 
in his face,—a promise^ that those who know his 
past life, his industry and hard-earned, yet extend¬ 
ed and deep education, emuot think will fail. He 
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hood hung garlands upon their victim, made ot 
the sweetest and rarest flowerB. Her remains are 
deposited in that great stone house fronting the 
square, the one with the verandahs, and Day v in¬ 
flows, and with the magnificent carriage standing 
before the door. There was never a tomb Sited 
np more splendidly; but the ghosts will flit thro 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
A CHAT WITH THK LITTLE FOLKS.—No. III. 
Dear Little Readers:— 
“ the melancholy days h»v« «om», 
The saddest Of the year." 
So sings the poet, bat I fancy I see some little 
country boy shake his curly head at this, and de¬ 
clare that Autumn, leafl as A ntumn, lifts its charms. 
True,the beautiful flowers are all "faded and gone,” 
and theD the trees have lost their summer garb, 
but the rosy fruit, and deep, brown nuts are a very 
good substitute. The pretty songsters have loft tis 
for their auuuy home in the Bonth, but we still have 
one musician lcO-tho Wind. And fanny songs 
he sings us sometimes, to bo Bure, though they 
often bring sad thoughts of the mariner in bin 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker 
at home. 
went into business here iu town, and made his 
home at his aunt’s, and in some way,—who can 
understand love’s fancies?—he fell deeply in love 
with Prinmb, and never doubted for the year he 
stayed there but that his affection was abundantly 
returned. And she did love him, and it was the 
green spot of her almost barren heart, promising, 
if unblighted, to cover all with beauty and with 
bloom. She was ont of health much of that year 
and so kept from gay society, and under Harry’b 
BY AMANDA T. JONES. 
Ah! once again the well-known road 
With eager fcet I tread. 
And memories come thronging hack 
Of days that long aince Bed, 
When merry forma were here, that now 
IAe low among the dead. 
On either side the tall pines bend 
To greet me as I go, 
And voices with their murmurs blend 
A welcome sweet and low; 
They seem to me like dear old friend* 
That loved me long ago. 
And hark! the sound or singing birds! 
The birds l used to hear 
Are caroling their sweetest eonge 
To greet tbe wanderer's ear, 
Oh!, old, familiar tune.* are they 
To my young childhood dear. 
A sound of laughter pealetb out— 
A ringing shout of glee; 
And little, active forms beNida 
The schoolroom door I see: 
And lo! the very’ spot where stood 
Our tench boride the tree. 
Around the woods, behind the school, 
How many memories cling; 
Justjyonder is the bending hough 
Whereon we used to swing; 
And here's the very log where we 
Our noontide meal would bring. 
And here along this beaten path 
We ran with chihlifh grace. 
And dipped our heated feet within 
The swiftly running race. 
Then bent nbore the wave end laughed 
At each distorted face. 
And here'R the deep, romantic glen, 
The spot most loved of all, 
Where brightly in the Bpring-time gleams 
The swollen waterfall; 
Where leaping back from took to rock 
The answering echoes call. 
I've climbed among these xuoss grown rocks, 
And dreamed my chit dish dreams— 
And plucked the purple flowers that grow 
Within these ragged seems, 
And listened to the tinkling Bound 
Of tiny-falling streams, 
And mocked the gleeful song of birds 
That soared above my head — 
And o'er and o’er ray little rhymes 
In muring mood In vft said— 
Till I could almost think the rocks 
Have learned to know my tread. 
I call, and echo’s answering words 
From rock and hillside ring; 
Ah! these arc friends that will not mock 
The simple songs I ring;— 
And while I have one memory left, 
My heart shall round them ding. 
Glen Elgin, C. W , 1857. 
influence Bhe was emigrating hack to her natural 
life, when the froBt came sharp and heavy, and left 
everything dead—very dead. 
Her earliest persecutors were her genteel moth¬ 
er, and the precise old French governess that 
would have proved an invincible Bultana for the 
most mad-cap girl that ever fell in love. They 
were the main bulwarks of her prisOD, (he firm 
fortification between her little sell and the vulgar 
throng of plcbian children that attended the com¬ 
mon school, the only institution of learning in our 
village, and oftentimes when we have comescream- 
ing and romping home, swinging our bonnets in 
our handB, while oar unbraided hair played wild 
with the wind, with a tom dress or mud-stained 
pantalette to half tell of some truant expedition, 
we have Eeen Miss Prinnie's' pale llltie face, sit 
round with curls and hows of ribbnrs, looking 
sadly, yet dfodainluby down upon us, from her 
nursery window, where we knew her governess was 
rating our merits at no high degree. Poor Prin 
ni* ! 8he never played horse with the boy s, never 
waded bare-footed up and down the meadow brook, 
never ran races np the steep " meeting honee hill,” 
never tried to climb a poplar tree, never jumped 
Now if I go into the particulars of this affair I 
Bhall be telling a love story and that is not my in¬ 
tention, but rather to give an obituary, if so we 
may call it, of MIbs Prindilla Primrose, Obscure 
Martyr of Westerfield, A. D., 1857. 
Mrs. Primrose and her foreign coadjutor beheld 
with great alarm the course things were taking, 
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PEABODY’S 
new hautbois steawbbbby. 
T AM NOW l’RKPAKF.D TO KK.LL TBE PLANTS OF 
1 this mniu m ondertul Dutt. at reduced rate* I bis superb 
fruit, me present season, althoogo badly hindered by late frost 
and by drouth, has fully »asMt 1 hod all that I have claimed tor 
It vi»—It I* tim largest sise ; most beautiful rich, deep Crim¬ 
ean color , ot tho finest ttavoT; (hath film, melting ana Juicy , 
and bear* transportation bettor th»si "whenever yet 
..nltivared. ti iii tbo riirllmt ot a 1 htrawhorrli-N blooming Just 
sleigh-r: ding on a tea-server, never built dams iu 
tbe swamps, and never went after beech find chest¬ 
nuts in the falL And what is a childhood without 
all that? While we were romping bare-headod, 
jes, and bare-footed too, over the meadows and 
through the woods, killing snakes, building play¬ 
houses, getting water cresses, and the like, she was 
on the rack of torture in her splendid prison, with 
beautiful curlB, that she most not shake ont, bowed 
up with satin ribbons that must, not be rumpled, 
unable to laugh for the tightly fitting Iress that 
when once soiled was forever mined, and unable 
to display any childish activity, because of the 
beautifully fitting slipperB that so tightly encased 
her tender feet. She sat in the corner of the sofa, 
when her mamma's lady friends called, with her 
satin-dressed waxed doll lying in undisturbed 
composure upon her arm, and listened with re 
markable patience to minute accounts of fashion¬ 
able wardrobes, and splendid parties—and particu¬ 
larly diseaurres upon somebody's fault s vulgarity 
A LAND SPECULATION 
interest of one-third." •* Not ’thont I was willing, 
would ye?” asked Snggs, jeeringly. “I’ll do bet¬ 
ter than that,” said Taylor, wiping the blood from 
bis nose; "DU furnish the money, and give yon 
half of what the land sells for when we part with 
it!” "Very proberbly," remarked Simon, "but 
unless some on ye counts me ont five hundred, 
and furnishes your own money to buy tbe land 
with, I shall have to unlock these here”—patting 
tbe saddle-bags—“ and buy it for myself.” ‘ Dll 
do it,” said Colonel Bryan, who bad been makiDg 
a calculation on the inside of the crown of his 
hat—‘TU do it!” " Ah,” said Suggs, "what 
made the chickens squall. You're the man I'm 
huntin’. Draw your weepinB!” The land was 
forthwith certified to Suggs, who immediately 
transferred it to Bryan. “Now, gentlemen,” said 
the captain, "everybody's satisfied—aint they?”— 
or disgrace, illustrated by the speakers self-infalli¬ 
bility. Or while we were roasting corn for a din¬ 
ner in the wooda, she was perched np at some 
lady’s table, enjoying a flick headache for the re¬ 
mainder of the day. We never envied her curls 
more, alter learning how she earned them, how her 
hair was tightly rolled in papcrB every night 
pinching np the skin until it, was blue, and leaving 
only a little Bpot on her crown where the might, 
comfortably touch the pillow. 
One summers day, by Borne roiraculons chain of 
circumstances, Prinnik appeared among ns at oar 
afternoon's play, and we all gazed admiringly at 
her fine clothes, and paid her considerable more 
deference than we would had she been dressed in 
calico like ourselves. We were going to the 
woods for winter-greens, and after overcoming 
her apprehensions of s vages and bears prevailed 
upon her to go with us, Bat she was a pris- 
sotter dragging her chains. We Boon grew 
tired ot helping her over fences, and across the 
ditcheB, and presently she sat down and cried, her 
No wonder, thought 
imure<imtoT,wbicb In r grant ad rauinKt* over plBUllfrt* Taiwiwj 
I'laut* put ont this Fall will produce Hno friut next bprtiiK and 
h Th“Norfoeru and Middle State* may procure ttcnv pl>ret* 
from Mown, .1 U rHOKRUKN * «£• tiL KVv A 
York : and tire extreme Sou the rn •‘'’are* free 1 , P lL W u' 
MARSHALL, Motile , and J * MUifTON A tXJ •*. ..r. . 
K New Orleans I will pack tire plant* In n '■'t-'SSJ 1 * ^ 
Si»n, and mt rfon.i'Ai, t-wV. t« ;-»rth and 
can have air mil rldp Urem by Kxpreot to «»> 't-en'» twRo o 
wt .„K lb* re os trurerlire a comremu trr*H *ii||>ly,»iid f’«>t the 
nfontt at tbe roUowius vat«:-Fo, a pucktup. ol for a 
floxen. t- Order* accompanied w.gi 'beca* w l 
receive prompt attcutfou t«im cilber »e».-r* .. * , 0r ? 
,< * , sj« \hva' York * PdiiiiMoy «V Miut]itt)l, ^ ,r 'ift', or * A 
Mot'on, NeW Orinan*. 1 will rend vfoicfo Horen* to 
Lire ('nil 'll :.y M.u, on ibe lecopunn of ' 
I>^Ckutf** or LWH), hy KiillrofMi or Kxpr***, far t U, Frc kiv^on 
1 may be on! -red through m* »«eiits, si vine them time 
to notirv me re forward them In umidlna tiic plant* by mall, l 
.,,.11 , „Vc cure 1.1 obtain O'dv tbe rnnre-r* of the prektnil nearea, 
“.id althoUKh thVr may not i.0 a* forpe a* two year Did mutrere 
vet they nil! boar tren.portolfon botterend M nrerjMa.rtatnfo 
W Oo!nmbu». Un., Auttu»t 1,1SS7_ SWwSmrw 
NOT1CE K.YTRAOU !>INAI£Y. 
To Farmers who Consult their Interest and Comfort . 
riv HE CELEBRATED KXCEl.SHIH lioRSkl l'iJWK.R. 
I Tbre*bei end Separator. luMimCactnred l> U1 , c 
ha* been awarded th/ftrel lYemiom. I.v the lb iled »U»»e* Agri; 
I'liltnnl Society at their greet exhibition, held n Loui*vmo, 
Kv Sent 1 2, S, l and .h It wo* tliorimsnly 1e*ledi in emupe- 
tlt.on with nil the beat Power* made 
v.f *h»* IihIl’i'i. Hud vvhv Tironouncvd toe ** *oimc iu 
1'Rti‘K TIjohm »iMDiujr livi'hc will plynw ftPP*y 
b’ demand i« la.KC fend the ettpply li-nl.ed •fo'toue-,. whfoh 
i, ahvav* tho cheapo*!. Act-re. waul, d where non* 
lUhed. and it well recommerelcd, n liberal cctumt**l«vn 
elvcn there boK'tiptSvc t!aUfo|tne» wttb prir-en, Ao., tnrnlw i 
Korfortberp^culers^drere* ^ 
For Moore a Rural New-Yorker. 
AN OBSCURE MARTYR 
"if they aint they ought to be,” replied Colonel 
Bryan,who was delighted with bis bargain. "I 
think so. too,’’ remarked Suggs, " and bein’ as that’s 
think so, too,’’ remarked buggs, " ana bem astnat s 
the case,” be continued, opening bis saddle-bags, 
<i a s 1 bad to act before yon all as if my handle-bags 
were full of gold and silver, or else lose my chance 
of profit here, I’J1 now throw out these lu re rocks 
and old iron, for it’s mighty tiresome to a horse!” 
did throw out the rocks and old 
bitter death, but whose wormy name nus mept, m 
the forgetful years unsung, unchronicled, aud un- 
canordzed? Or that among the longtried “Israel 
of the Alps” I find my hero, and a scene of torture 
history’s page has never blushed to tell? Or per¬ 
haps in bloody Maey’ 8 reign, or tunoog the staunch 
old Scottish Covenanters, or may be in the be¬ 
witched times of bine New England? Glorious 
martyrs lived in those days, I know—brave men 
and brave women—whose narneB written above, are 
unknown upon earth, but of such I have not now 
to tell. 
Wot ye that all martyrdoms have not been for 
Christ, or Truth, or Humanity’s sake? 
The one of which I now teU, took place this 
year of onr Lord, 1857, and not only in this very 
town, but this very street, and if you will pash 
aside the curtain I will point out the place. You 
need not search our pretty gardens,In expectancy 
of finding a spot where tbe turf Is dead with fire, 
a tree with a rope still hanging, a cave where star¬ 
vation conld be shut in, or even the frowning 
tower of a prison. Is it not a lovely sight, tutted 
with holier beanty and radiance by this glad May 
sunshipe? I know there is not a town in onr 
Union, whose trees are so sheltering and green, 
whose houses look out from their flower nests with 
walk in” lo strangers, and where 
feet were so weary and sore, 
we, when we saw how they were pinched into her 
slippers, but take them oft she would not, aud go 
on she conld not, so we made a chair of our hands 
and carried her ladyship Lome again with a rosette 
miBbiug from her hat, a ribbon from her hair, a 
torn flounce, and a face well sun-burnt* The pro¬ 
cess of bleaching, and the many arts of refinemt nv 
the enraged French lady employed upon her 
charge for several successive weeks with unmiti¬ 
gated severity brought about the wished for rehuifc, 
and the next time we met Miss Prindii.la she re¬ 
turned our ardent, salntation so coldly that we 
never venitired within her frigid zone again, and 
felt chagriued at the ride we had given her, aud 
particularly the loss of the winter-greens. 
Mfos Prjndilla wasa youuglady long before we 
had taken off our high aprons and lit down onr 
dresses, although she came into the w rid about the 
Bhe was hurried before that mo**t 
and the captain 
iron, for he had not a dollar in the world! The 
speculators vanished. 
"This here’s a mighty hard world,” murmured 
the captain to himself, musingly, “to get along in. 
Ef a feller don’t make every aidge cut, lie’s in the 
baekgtound directly. It's tile and strive, and tus¬ 
sle every way to make an honcBt livin’, Well,” he 
continued, in a strain of unusual piety, as be threw 
up aud caught a voleau of dollars; " well, there is 
a Providence that pmvides; and of a man will 
only stand aqua’ np to what’s right, it will prosper 
i bis endeavors to make somethin’ to feed his chil¬ 
dren on! Ye?, there is a Providence! I should 
like to see the man who would say there aint 1 
don’t hold with no sich. Ef a man saysthere aint 
no Providence, you may be sure there something 
wrong here” — striking the region of biB breast- 
pocket—" and that man will swiudle you.ef he can, 
cerium!"—Scenes in Georgia. 
I, A NTS.—For IVni'rip- 
\\ M LAWTON, fit Wall 
4 ni-i L too« 
tUiiDlltl MIJHH 1 rt t; 
rpms INSTITUTION for ioatrnotten On 
I Mclotfoot!, Oultar, Vlolto, ami fo v oca M 
t» situated in a txrentlftil valley—q 
and provide* a morn thoronijt ««nr*e ol mc 
than bo* before beet* offered on till* 
superior advantage* •" many re*pool* heir; 
vision ol Tern-hern who have 
urn* tern, and fcraduatod aril 
1857 , i-omcj-noe a* follows : 
M arch 4th., Juno R-L Kvpt.un 
Euplb oan u 
be act.. “ 
Will per 
fuel and IWhi. 
mutton addre** 
Elmira, N, Y- 
* MKMOK tUO^OKKS AT 
A mile* S. W from i 'tricar o. Pjairfo 
orchard*. Mu acre* fenced, a ponton • 
Will be sold, luclnilinp NW ehWP, 
breeding mate*; n!*o. -he farm t. 
lore t.rtir re d on accommodating tern 
Teacher* who have spent «« v '' ni ' J £mo r T^’‘Wm* <M 
lib tbe highest honor* tsrm* ivi 
her *d, DtsaaMr *•'- 
tieio dnnnK the term. Thirty HfUj•• 
S& h \L h*:.dl, Of the 
Tenu—Including h.;*rrt. tnitfon. u * t ’“.! r , ? i IV « r. 
g or ro.thor 
, Oct., 1857._ !Mc ’ ftwv 
FARM FOB SAL. 
UKOVR, 
and imber, house, barn. 
I under plow, and seeded 
rvp.ll* 1 head ol odtle, t goed 
tool* aud machine!?, at'rery 
- term* For panlculw* address 
Answers to Enigmas, &c 
Answer to Miscellaneons Enigma 
in thiue own eyeB, 
Answer to Charade:—Fera. 
time we did. 
tyrannical inquisition, fashionable society, which 
finally pronounced tbe sentence she met with on 
Thursday last. It pinched her feet into sin,tiler 
shoes, until she con'd hardly conceal her groans 
aa she stood long hours in crowded saloons, or 
promenaded the last fashions np and down the 
street; it cramped her consumptive lungs Into 
stubborn stays; it dragged her down with heavy 
flounced skirt*; It tormented her with hoops; it 
drove her unmercifully from millener to dress¬ 
maker, And drt sb-maker to millener; it demanded 
every thought she had, and every hour of her time; 
it made her smile on those she hated, and bate 
those she might well Lave loved; un i, sadder than 
all, it, robbed her of health and happiness; it 
blighted every getm of loveliness (Ion planted iu 
her soul, and instead of speaking as a true woman¬ 
ly heart wcnld have made her, her feelings were 
rnrsbed beneath a cold affectation, aud she aim 
pprctl her Fit itch and Italian, nerved by no holier 
Open to Objection. —General I>-was more 
distinguished for gallantry in tbe field than for the 
care he lavished in personal cleanliness. Com¬ 
plaining, on a certain occasion, to Chief Justice 
H_ > of the suffering he endured Irom rheuma- 
ti*m, that learned and humorous Judge undertook 
to prescribe a remedy. “You must desire your 
servant,” he said to the General, “to place every 
morning by your bed side a tub three parts filled 
with warm water. You will then get into the tub, 
and having provided yourself with a pound of 
yellow soup, yon must rub your whole body with 
it, and at the cud of a quarter of an hour, the pro¬ 
cess concludes by wiping yourself dry with tow- 
i Is, and scrubbing yourself with a flesh-brash."— 
“Why,” said ihe General, after a moment’s rcfl-c- 
tion np n what he had just heard, "this seeroBtn 
me nothing more nor less than washing yourself.” 
"Well,” rejoined the Judge, “ it open to that oh- 
such a cheerful 
I would rather live and die than here. St e the 
blue sky, tbe far off misty hills, the river g isten- 
ing between the trees like love's sad eyes, and the 
little gothic church casting its cross-crowned 
spire in protecting shadows over the white stones 
around it» Don’t you think Bembrandt would 
have loved such a picture ? 
Bat what of the martyrydom? 
I am just about to tell yon. Yon see that corner 
houBe that is a story higher than the rest, whose 
blinds are more freshly painted, and the curtains 
so elegant and modern, aud whose oaken door 
boaBts a silver door bell and the name of Prim 
rose? That is the place, 
MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER, 
Till LXiBIHG l»ftXKLT 
1, Literary and Family Newspaper, 
ra poBUsnaD avusr sxtusiux 
HIM'HESTEll, N. Y. 
Court Houn 
MY D. D. T. MHO HR, 
Ofict, Onion Buildings, Opposite the 
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van pOBtago on paper* *»nl to ,ho ’ ,r ’ U ' h ! "" ' y K , tho 
man arreufo and frianda mn»t add 12)4 eenU per copy 
otob rare, ot tho KoiUL 
tv- subaertbora wtablns thob paper* changed ftotn 
iXhoo lo anoihm. tihould bo particular tu opoc 7 
at which tboy are now rec otvt») 
Anrannsiao-Brlcf and approprtmo advorttaotnotit^w” 1 ^ 
lusorlod at 24 OOItU * Ut.r, each ”"' r ^' 0 ' 1 '^ 5 '' vr b) , e f. mo r- 
tint mlo l» to give no nrivertlaemeut, ut . sr J 
.. . . u.^rttana Fatont Mrdtclnea 
ed up the iron and put it in his pocket When 
they came lo avillage, he entered the blacksmith s 
shop, and sold it lor three farthings, and with that 
sum ooripbi some cherried. Then the lather anti 
son *<•(.- ff -gain cm their ramble, lhe sun was 
burning hov#nd neither a house, tree, nor iouu- 
ttin ot water was in sight. Thomas soon com- 
plained of being tired, and had some dim.-ully In 
following his father, who walked on with a firm 
step Perceiving that bis boy was 1 ired,tb« tathcr 
let fall a cherry, as if by aecidcut, Thomas quick' 
ly pickedHujf and devoured iu A little further, 
bo dropped another, and the boy picked n. up hh 
eagerly aa ever, and tl nr they continued, tbe father 
dropping the fruit aud the son picking it np.— 
wiiPii the last cherry was eaten, the father stopped, 
It Is one of the most 
genteel houses in town, tbe most genteel people 
live there, and only genteel people ate Iib visitors. 
John Primrose, Esq., late speculator iu stocks, 
(formerly soap and candle maker, formerly tinke r, 
shoe-black, etc.,) and formerly tbe owner and pto- 
prietor ot tbe house, died some ten years ago, 
leaving it to the undisputed possession of his 
wife and only child. Miss Pkinuilla Primrose 
was then about seven years old, and is therefore 
“at the time ruy story commences,” treading on 
the verge of seventeen. 
Bhe is the martyr; young as she is, and beautiful 
as she might have been, after years of slavish en¬ 
durance, wire was led to the sacrifli o at last, and 
now she la dead. They tried to make the day of 
her immolation a merry one. Although the skieB 
wept Bhowera as well they might, they rang the 
When the last cherry was eaten, 
and turning to the buy, said— 
" Look, my son- If you had chosen to stoop 
once, and pi. Iced np the piece of horse shoe, you 
would not have been obliged at last to stoop sool- 
ten to pick up the cherries.” 
There’s a good and pleasant moral in this little 
anecdote, which msybe of benefit to ns *11.- 
Forrenter's Boys' and Girls' Magazine. 
drowned Englishman, broil a 
To resuscitate a 
beef Bteuk under hi3 nose, 
When doeB a candle resemble a tombstone !■ 
When it sits up for a late husband.” 
