ed him ever for a mite of his money. In all this 
hard life, I doubt if he gave away so much as a 
crust of bread. Gold was his god. He knew no 
other. Time was when he had listened with 
a child's curiosity to stories of CHRIST'S life 
and death on the cross. That time was buried 
with his boy hood now; and Sundays were spent 
counting bis gold, and gloating 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
THE THREE ERAS. 
WIT AND HUMOR, 
Bor, with locks of golden hair, 
Full or sunshine tangled there, 
From the Orb that fills thy days 
With its rainbow fibered rays; 
Back reflecting, from thy face, 
Gleams of beauty, heaven’s own grace 
Open throw thy heart to love, 
Let in heaven from that above; 
Keep the sunshine in thy heart, 
Painting there the flowers that start; 
It shall worm thy soul to bloom, 
In the land beyond the tomb. 
Manhood, with thy hair of browr, 
Dark with shadows falling down 
From the clouds that fleck thy life 
With the shades Of joy or eltife: 
Enter in thy heart and sow . 
Precious grain which there may grow 
Food for thee and many more, 
Winter seudetb to thy door. 
Heed tbon not the clouds that lower, 
O'er thy head in evil hour; 
Know that all thy springing grain 
Needs the sunshine, needs the rain. 
Ah, old man, thou hast been out, 
Barebead, in the snow-storm's rout. 
Winter, with its driving flakes, 
On thy head a glory makes, 
As an ancient mountain top, 
Where the weary ages stop. 
While the wind blows fierce and cold 
Through the forests stripped of gold, 
Enter in thy heart sad sit 
Where the fireside comforts flit; 
Let the yule log warm the air; 
Christ may hold bi3 birth-dav there. 
over it. No 
thought of Heaven boated through his mind; 
no fear of death approaching—only a craving, 
all-absorbing love of wealth, which crowded all 
worthier loves or aspirations from bis heart, 
God pity such men in Eternity! There are 
those who love wealth for the luxuries it pur¬ 
chases, or [>ower it gives. Others love gold for 
its glitter, and Carl Swartz was one of this 
class. The villagers were wont to say “he 
lived like a beggar.” I- doubt not there are 
some beggars who live more comfortably, than 
did Carl Swartz. 
But all earthly things have an end; and we 
must all die sometime, even if that sometime be 
a long while coming to some of us. And though 
God permitted Carl Swartz to live till old 
age had fastened itself upon him—till his fellow- 
men grew to despise him—he sent the Death- 
angel for him at last. 
He did not leave his room one morning, and 
as the hours slipped away the kind-hearted land¬ 
lady found herself wondering if he was ill. 
His room was a little half-ventilated one in the 
attic, which no one else would have, and which 
he hired because it was cheapest. He always 
grumbled if any one went near him, but as the 
day ebbed toward nightfall, she went to the 
room, her heart full of kind thoughts. She 
heard him muttering. She knocked, but he did 
not answer; she called but there was no reply— 
only a senseless mumbling of half-spoken words. 
She opened the door. It was a bare-looking- 
room, one might almost say squalid. The fur- 
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life-path was for a time cast. ne was not called 
a miser then, be was only known as a youth 
who saved his earnings—who did not .-pend them 
foolishly as did many others. These good folk 
did not remember that, there are always two ex¬ 
tremes, or at least did not know or think that 
Carl Swartz belong- *! to one of them. Carl 
was not handsome. Lis features were sharp, 
and his eyes steel-gray, with a flintiness in them 
? together with a 6Uspiel >119 light. And all in all, 
one would think he was not one to win love; 
► but they are few, if ary, who do not, at some 
. period, ‘ ‘ h ave a vomanee; ” and for a time Carl* s 
love was about equally divided between gold 
and Hose Meldin, 
she was a sweet girl—a gentle, timid creature, 
whose be.vnv was of the ethereal type one some¬ 
times imagines belonging to angels. It was a 
strange fate that made her love Carl Swartz, 
j She did, however, and was happy in the belief 
that lie loved her as well. They had not a taste 
in common. He was practical, and Hose, I 
, fear, lived more in the ideal. Poor girl! The 
rosy haze was lifted rudely from the future she 
, dreamed of. Her mother wits a widow; poor, 
. too; for the white cottage with its garden was 
. all she possessed. Years gone, Carl had re¬ 
solved to marry for wealth, hut in a moment of 
I happiness, he forgot his resolution and proposed. 
I It is hardly needful to record the answer. 
Carl loved Rose, I suppose, as much as he 
i was capable of loving any one: and for a time he 
i was perfectly happy; he even forgot to put coin 
in the leather bag. He remembered it ere long, 
. however, and with it came the memory of his 
resolution hi marry for wealth. He reproached 
himself, and chafed under the reproaches. Then 
he reflected; perhaps it might not yet be too 
late; perhaps the engagement might yet be-bro- 
ken. Carl's heart was hardening. Hearts will 
grow stony sometimes—so stony that they feel 
nothing, have no sympathy, no love for any 
thing, or any human—no pity even for their 
own souls, sinking into perdition. 
One evening he broached the subject to Hose. 
I presume he was not kind—did not tell it her 
very gently. Gentleness was not one of Carl’s 
characteristics. 
Rose's face grew strangely white after this 
interview; the dimples were rarely seen iu the 
colorless cheek; the light step grew languid and 
slow, as if the little feet were weary of the path 
and wounded and worn. Once in awhile, a 
cough racked the delicate frame, then came 
oftener. The cheeks grew thinner, and the 
form lost its roundness and dimpled grace. 
Then the blue eyes grew wondrously bright 
and darker than of yore, and a bright spot lin¬ 
gered in the thin cheeks. 
One day, a little polished coffin was borne from 
the cottage to the church-yard beyond; and 
amid the tears and anguish, the beautiful casket 
was lowered. There was no Rose in the village 
now. 
Carl Swartz had gone West months before. 
The black leather bag was growing fuller, and 
his own heart harder. But Rose’s death was j 
a blow to him, withal. For a time, he was as 1 
one stunned; but he shook olf the sorrow, and 
with It the torpor gathering around him. He 
grew harder after this—more avaricious, more 
greedy of gain even, if that were possible. 
With no love for man, no fear of God. No one 
loved him, either. Men like Carl are rarely 
loved. i 
So the years passed, each one adding to the : 
barrenness of his life; each one leaving him more 1 
selfish, more in love with the yellow dust. And j 
homeless, wifeless, loveless, but with gold in t 
bags and banks, lie drifted through the world— t 
drifted here, there, everywhere, his whole soul t 
wrapped in his money, and all his energies bent i 
on making it—honestly or by cheating—with- t 
outonerayof sunshine—what other men would ’ 
call life-sunshine—lighting for a moment the 1 
arid waste of his life. If he remembered the 1 
lost childhood, the buried youth, at all, it was t 
as something lost—as one remembers au old fl 
song, not heardifor ages; a word, and a vague a 
echo of a note—sofnething lost—lost I But the 
loss troubledjhim very little. Tossing about as 
he was, he got little time to think of these t 
things. He had set his heart on being rich, and f 
with trae German^persistence, he followed up o 
his wish to its gratification—to his life’s end. j 
All the good he had ever possessed seemed to s 
have died out gradually—per haps, suddenly, with t 
his love for Hose. Suffice it, what good had o 
been latent iu his nature was all gone now. k 
Little children shunned him—crept close to the y 
sides of bouses whenRhey met him, as if they a 
feared his touch would contaminate them. a 
He was not troubled by beggars; no one aak- o: 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
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Pleasant Valley, N. Y., 1861. Mate Read. 
O'" Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
ANAGRAMS OF COUNTIES. 
npKICKSJ TRE 
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Standard Cherry, Peach, Pli 
Currant.HorserhmtiiUt. 50,U( 
Austin Strawberry: 30,000 Ot 
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1 A V XTIT 1 1>I i riiu 4 v 
Real scant, 
Send her on, 
Saw no night, 
I need moss, 
On a big new, 
No thunder, 
Ithaca, N. Y., 1861. 
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Grade, 
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MATHEMATICAL PROBLEM. 
markably good. Oftener we hear the exclama¬ 
tion, “ Oh, that bad child! ” when it is only mls- 
cliief—a sort of fountain bubbling up in their 
hearts; and no one of us has ever lived our child¬ 
hood through, without, at some time, hearing 
the same words applied, to ourselves—more’s the 
pity l 
One day, the old Squire, in an indulgent mood, 
called Carl to his room and opened his bag of 
gold —a black leather bag—from which he 
emptied the gold on the center table. 
“That’s what I’ve laid by for a rainy day, 
hoy,” said he, and smiled to see the lad’s eygs 
glisten and dilate as they rested on the yellow 
heap of eagles flashing forth their brightness 
from the crimson cloth. 
“ A rainy day, Squira Laman!” exalaimed 
Carl, not quite comprehending. 
“ Ycb. a ‘rainy day,’—a day of trouble in the 
future, when some pauic among the banks may 
sweep my other wealth away. Then, my lad, 
then this gold will set me up in the world again. 
That it will, lad!” 
Carl Swartz never forgot the lesson he 
learned then and there. He made a black leather 
bag like the Squire’s—sat up until midnight mak¬ 
ing it, and when it was finished, looked at it 
with proud satisfaction, as he said, “ It will hold 
lots of money. I wonder if I’ll ever get it fill¬ 
ed f But I’m tired, now, I’ll go to bed. I’m go -1 
ing to lay up something for a rainy day, too.” I 
Sutposb the drive wheel of a mowing machine turn 
8 4-7 times in one minute which causes the shippman 
to turn 25ki times faster, how many times will the 
shippman turn round in 8 hours 5 minutes and 9 sec¬ 
onds? J, q. Benson. 
Cold Brook, N. Y., 1861. 
EP“ Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
A PUZZLE. 
What trisyllable by omitting one letter becomes a 
monosyllable denoting pleasure. 
Almond, N. Y., 1861. E. P. Stillman. 
O'" Answer in two weeks. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, Ac., IN No. 765, 
Answer to Biblical Enigma;—Learn to live as yon 
would wish to die. 
Answer to Anagram: 
Nearer home! Yes one day nearer 
To onr Father’s house on high, 
To the green fields and the fountains, 
To the land beyond the sky. 
For the hcavenis grow brighter o’er ns, 
Aud the lamps hang In the dome. 
And our tents are pitched still closer 
For we’re one day nearer home 
Answer to Charade:—LOVE. 
where received- 
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compliance. I IT Thl* change of address Involves time 
and labor, as the transfers must be made on book, and 
In mailing-machine type, for which we must pay clerks 
and printer*. We can not afford this expense, and 
therelore those who are benefited must pay it tariff of 
25 cents for each change of address.| 
