THE SNOW FORT. 
POKM POIi TIIK ROTS, BY JORPPn BARBER. 
Jji the happy days of boyhood, 
Five and thirty years ago, 
(life’s golden age of joyhood,) 
We built castles of the enow. 
In the glittering cl rift - we quarried, 
And our mason work was rare 
As those mansions, many-storied, 
Manhood fashions out of air. 
Though our ramparts and our fosses 
Might have puzzled old Vnuban, 
What cared we, the urchin bosses, 
For old fogy rule and plan? 
Our out works were the queerest 
Ever reared by human skill, 
But of names we chose the dearest — 
Every fort volc bunker Iiill. 
How the parts of British leaders 
Went a-begging, one and all; 
How we all were earnest pleaders 
For front place* on the wall! 
Boys detailed for service foreign, 
Fell in line with clouded brow, 
Each one clamored to be Warren, 
And uone wanted to he Howe. 
The battle — ahl we fought it, 
Not at all by History’s light; 
How the pesky English caught it, 
How they always lost the fight. 
In despite of truth we chased them, 
And to facte entirely blind, 
As down the hill we raced them, 
How we peppered them behind! 
Thus we fought, the fight of Bunker’s 
In the days that knew no care. 
Ere the snow we tossed, as younkers, 
Time had sifted on our hair. 
Now, alas! in the fierce battle 
We wage daily with the world, 
Harder shots against us rattle 
Than our hoy arms ever hurled. 
And ’tis not the generous tussle 
Of the snow fort on the knoll, 
But a strife with those who hustle, 
Not the body, hut the soul; 
And. instead of gleaming missiles, 
Poisoned shafts fly to and fro, 
And we march o'er galling thistles, 
Not the velvet of the Know! 
Knickaboch'r Magazine. 
arms, or watched them in their innocent gambols, a 
sense of o’ershadowing evil would creep into bis 
heart, and extinguish all delight. A thought <>l 
exposure, and disgrace for them, never came without 
a shudder. 
And so the months and years went on, Hiram 
retaining his place with Mr. Overman, and steadily 
pursuing his system of abstraction, with a blind and 
evil infatuation, that, under the haunting fears which 
were his daily companions, made life a hell upon 
earth. Among men, he wore a fair and pleasant 
face; but a face that seemed to grow old rapidly, 
and to lose the signification of earlier years. To his 
wife he became more and more enigmatical. The 
frank, cheerful, loving husband of their early married I future 
life, changed to a reserved, abstracted, cold, and, at 
To her, it was plain that some 
whenever his wife came in, until dark. At tea time 
he joined his family, and endeavored to look uncon¬ 
cerned. His two children hung about him with 
loving caresses, and but for that dreadful secret, the 
shadow of which was ever on his life, there would 
not have been a happier man in all the region round 
about. For a wife, he had one of the truest and len- 
derest of women; and no liome-nest had in it sweeter 
or more loving children. But, all the while he felt 
that a cruel hawk was in the air above his nest, ready 
at any moment to strike his beloved ones with his 
fearful talons. More than ever did this fear oppress 
him now. 
Would there have been a. home comfort less, or a 
of darker promise, had Hiram Foster been 
content to take the world honestly and trust in God 
for weal or woe? Let us see. Mr. Overman bad a 
warm side toward his clerk, and if things had pros- 
times, irritable man. 
areat trouble lav upon bis mind; but, whenever she . .. 
«-*•* *• «■« ■"»*•■* “ "" ** ck I ..ir “r Jz. 
in such a resolute, and sometimes impatient, way, 
[Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker.] 
SOWING THE WIND 
AND REAPING THE WHIRLWIND. 
BY T. S. ARTHUR. 
[Continued from page 28 last number.] 
CHAPTER Will. 
<<How is the cash?’’ asked Mr. Overman, as he saw 
his clerk, sitting with an appearance of perplexity,— 
how well it was feigned*—over the cash book, after 
the accounts of the clay had been made up. 
“It doesn’t come out exactly right,” answered 
Hiram. 
“Short?” 
“No sir.” 
“ Over?” 
“Yes sir.” 
“How much?” 
“Let me run up the columns again," said the 
young man. And, in mere pretence, he bent down 
over the book. Then the cash was counted in the 
presence of Mr. Overman, and the balance in bank 
added thereto. 
“The excess is just sixty dollars.” Hiram spoke 
with well assumed unconcern. 
“ Let me see the cash book.” And Mr. Overman 
looked over the entries a few days back, coming down 
page by page. But he could not find the erroneous 
entry be had discovered on the night before. 
“1 must find this mistake,” said Hiram, as he drew 
the book again before him. “Let me try the 
footings once more.” In this trial, he went back, 
page by page, until he came to that on which the 
false entry was made. “ Is this figure intended for a 
six or a naught,” he spoke as if to himself. "It 
should be a six. Ah, here it is, now! 1 called it 
naught, in the addition of the column. Look, Mr. 
Overman. The figure is carefully made; but it 
stands for six.” 
“Yes, 1 see.” But the tone did not express full 
satisfaction. The cash had been pronounced right 
on the day before, lie. did not remark on this fact., 
however; but accepted the adjustment as right. 
From this time, for many months, Hiram Foster I 
kept back his evil hands from peculation. In the 
discharge of his duties to Mr. Overman, he was more 
than ever attentive, seeming to have no thought or 
care but for his employer's interest. Early and late 
he was at the store, and ever prompt and efficient in 
the transaction Of business. So much pleased was 
Mr. Overman, that, from kindness of feeling, as well 
as from a sense of justice, he kept the clerk s salary 
at one thousand dollars, instead ef reducing it to six 
hundred. During these months of honest dealing 
with his employer, Hiram was in a more peaceful 
state of mind than he had known since the day he 
stepped aside from the ways of integrity. Fears 
haunted him, however, all the while,— if not so im¬ 
pending as they had been, still, with an unquiet 
sense of danger. 
But, there was no integrity in his heart. That 
principle of right, in which lies a man s true honor 
and safety, had been crushed out. Ouly fear ol con¬ 
sequences restrained him, and as that iear dimin¬ 
ished, the old eagerness to possess himself of what 
belonged of right to another, grew stronger aud 
stronger. Scarcely six months elapsed before he was 
at Iris work of abstraction again; now, however, he 
proceeded with the extremest caution. Instead id 
letting a false entry represent every instance of rob¬ 
bery, lie appropriated money from sales made in the 
store at times when Mr. Overman was absent, so that 
no examination of the account books could lead to 
detection. But, us this method of accumulation was 
slower than suited his eager desires, a system of false 
entries was also pursued, every one of them laying 
upon his guilty mind an additional weight of concern. 
They were the tracks left behind him, as guides to 
pursuit; and he felt this, all the while, us a keen 
seusc of danger; a danger more, dreaded, day by day, 
I as the two home flowers. — Flora and Uki.en, — 
I opened daily, with increasing fragrance and beauty, 
f in the sunshine of their mother's love. And yet, for 
all this he seemed under a kind of possession from 
A evil spirits; a possession that was like an irrcsistable 
J power, driving him onwards in an evil way he had 
entered in an evil hour. 
Hiram Foster loved- his two little ones very 
tenderly. Naturally, he had a fondness for children, 
and this, when it stirred the father’s heart, became a 
strong impulse. But, always as he held them in his 
that, in self-protection, she had learned to keep 
silent. This was ground upon which she must not 
tread. Here he stood alone, and would admit of no 
companionship. 
Mrs. Foster was a woman of pure religious 
feelings, a member of her father’s church, and a 
communicant. Her husband always accompanied 
her on the Sabbath, and showed respect and rever- 
a for the things of worship. He was, to all 
appearance, an attentive listener to the sermons of 
Mr. Prescott, which were frequently so keenly 
searching, that, if he really followed Hie thread ol 
the good minister’s discourses, he must have recog¬ 
nized pictures of himself and shrunk from their 
deformity. But, for the most part, bis thoughts were 
occupied with other things than doctrinals, or life- 
precepts. Attention was only an assumed exterior, 
and the minister’s voice but an idle sound in his ears. 
Being a pew-holder, Hiram, after a few years, was 
chosen a secular officer of the church. He accepted 
the mark of confidence and respect as an assurance 
that, so far, no breath of suspicion had tarnished his 
good name. But, the distinction was only felt os a 
new weight of concern; for, if the ever dreaded ex¬ 
posure of tils mean peculations should come—and 
that presentiment was an nbidingthing in bis mind — 
the disgrace would be so much the deeper. 
Mrs. Poster understood but too well that in her 
husband’s mind was no religious sentiment. Bhe 
was glad always to have him attend church with tier, 
and bis election to an office in the church gave her 
hope that, in the associations it would bring, some 
higher interests would lie awakened. But, she per¬ 
ceived no change in the man, though he began to 
talk more about the church, and entered with some 
spirit into whatever concerned its outward well being. 
Always ho gave liberally. 
Ten years after Hiram Foster’s marriage, Mr. 
Overman failed in business; and, in the settlement 
of his affairs, was aide to pay only seventy cents on 
the dollar, under an extension of two years. The 
failure threw Hiram out of employment; Mr. Over¬ 
man being required to reduce expenses to the small¬ 
est possible sum in the arrangement with creditors 
by which he was permitted to continue business. A 
son, eighteen years of age, was brought home from 
school, to take Hiram’s place in the store. 
The amount which had been abstracted, up to this 
time, reached the large sum of fifteen thousand dol¬ 
lars, all of which was securely invested, at distant 
points, and in sums not exceeding one or two thou¬ 
sand dollars. Hiram had been very wary. Of all 
things, he dreaded discovery; ajul to guard against 
such a fatal disaster, managed his investments with 
the utmost caution. 
a 
so 
CHAPTER IX. 
Frank Overman, who succeeded Hiram Foster, 
was ft clear-headed, intelligent young man. With a 
view to going into his father’s store, lie had taken ft 
thorough course of hook keeping. From some cause, 
an early dislike to Foster had been infused into his 
mind; a dislike which was never concealed. Hiram. 
more than once, tried to overcome this, hut the boy 
kept always at a reserved distance. Now that ho was 
to take his place, he sought to get near and familiar 
hut Frank still repelled him coldly. Foster pro 
posed to give a few weeks of his time to the work ol 
closing the old books and opening a new set,, and 
Mr. Overman favored this, as it would make liia 
son’s duties simpler and easier in the beginning. 
But Frank objected, and maintained his point 
against all arguments. 
“I would rather take the work as it is now, and 
make myself familiar with the business,” he said. 
“1 shall go back with most of the accounts, and 
trace them up, in order to get the run of things. 
There’s no use in going to the expense of a new set 
of books; and whenever they arc needed, 1 wish to 
open them.” 
Have it your own way, then,” replied Mr. Over¬ 
man. •* Perhaps you are right, after all. You’re not 
afraid of work, 1 see; and that is a good sign.” . 
There was, for the ears of Foster, a meaning in 
the young man's voice, when he spoke of going back 
through most of the accounts, that caused him no 
little uneasiness of mind. It he had been permitted 
to open a new set of books, the old ones, in which 
were the footprints of his crime, would have been 
laid aside, and a guarantee of safety thus secured. 
But, to have these come, daily, under the scrutinizing 
eyes of Frank Overman, was to put everything 
in jeopardy. Bo imminent seemed the clanger, as 
thought dwelt upon it, and his imagination grew 
excited with possible contingencies, that lie found no 
peace day nor night. Having no employment, there 
was time for an idle mind to cut, like a sword, into 
its scabbard; anil before six weeks had elapsed, he 
ivas in a state of such nervous apprehension, that 
sleep almost fled bis pillow. 
Every few days be would drop in at the store, and 
mite the appearance of things. Frank was always 
at the books; and in answer to any questions lie 
might propound, gave cold and evasive answers, in 
which lie saw foreshadowings of evil. 
“Have yon found any mistakes in my work? he 
ventured to ask one day. He tried to speak in a tone 
of indifference. 
“ Yes. - ’ Frank gave only a monosyllable in 
answer, hut the look which accompanied it sent a 
thrill along his nerves. He was conscious that a 
betrayal of guilt was in his face, and let his eyes fall to 
hide their expression from the young man’s appa¬ 
rently intent observation of his countenance. 
“ Let me see them,” said Foster. 
“I’m too busy now,” replied Frank, and turned 
back to the work from which the question of Foster 
had withdrawn him. 
“Are you sick, Hiram? What’s the matter? 
You’re very pale!” Mrs. Foster looked at her hus¬ 
band in alarm, as he came in a little while alter this 
visit to the store. 
“One of my bad headaches,” he replied; “that’s 
all,” and passing her, he went up stairs and threw 
himself, in the exhaustion of haunting fears, upon 
his bed. He remained there pretending to he asleep 
But the exhaustion of bis means, through this clerk’s 
robberies, caused him to abandon this long-cherished 
purpose, and Anally to dispense with his services 
altogether. As a partner, acting in concert with 
Mr. Overman, and yet with the leading force of a 
principal, he would have given an efficient life to the 
business in certain neglected directions, which could 
not have failed to increase its profits very materially. 
Thus, he would not only have received, in all the 
passing years, a good income, but laid stone after 
stone, in these passing years, the solid foundations 
of an honorable prosperity — a prosperity that should 
be a blessing and not a curse. 
Alas! how different was all now. Ho had acquired 
property; but the tenure by which be held it wub of 
such a doubtful character that his mind did not rest 
a moment in security. It was felt, ail the while, as a 
millstone about his neck, to sink him into the gulf of 
perdition should iris feet be driven from the solid 
ground. Through all the days, an oppressive con¬ 
cern weighed upon his mind; through all the nights, 
haunting fears tormented him. Busy thought was 
ever suggesting danger from this point, or danger 
from that. In men’s faces, tones, eyes, he read sus¬ 
picion or w arning. Remarks, born from no thought 
of him, would startle him with alarms. He was 
alwayB on the alert. There was, for him, neither rest 
nor peace! 
A's he sat at tea with his wife and children on that 
evening, a loud ringing of the door hell made him 
start ami turn pale. Trifles agitated him now. Mrs. 
Foster saw the effect on her husband, and a vague 
fear came over her like a cloud. 
“ Who is it?” There was a husky sound in the 
voice of Hiram Foster. 
“ Mr. Frank Overman,” replied the servant. 
Foster pushed hack his chair, and arose with a 
suddenness that startled his wife. Bhe saw blank 
terror in his lace. 
He’s gone,” said the servant. 
Gone! What did he want?” Foster sat down 
and leaned on the table like one suffering from 
exhaustion. He was aware that his appearance was 
betraying far more than he wished to be seen, and ho 
made an effort to put on a composed exterior. 
He said that his father would like to Bee you this 
evening.” 
Very well.” And Foster turned his face as 
much away from the light as possible. 
It. was now over a week since the unhappy man 
had slept bcyoiffl fin hour or two at a time. For Hu- 
last two nights, his mind had not ouce lost its 
waking consciousness 
and exhausted, and subject to disturbance from little 
things. Aware of a growing inability to assume a 
composed exterior, ho felt that his danger Mas 
increasing; for if called to answer, on any suspicion 
of wrong, it would he impossible to hold hack his 
countenance from a betrayal of guilt. 
After tea he went out; not so much with the 
purpose of going directly to Mr. Overman’s as to get 
alone in order to think. But thinking had become 
most unsatisfactory process. Anxious fears were 
oppressive that thought ran swiftly to inevitable 
consequences, instead of giving hope, encourage¬ 
ment, or means of escape. The more he thought, 
the more his mind fell into bewilderment. 
For half an hour Mr. Foster walked the street, 
and then, with a desperate compulsion of himself, 
went to the residence of Mr, Overman. At the door 
he stood with the feeling of a man whose next step 
would be to certain ruin. He rung the bell, passed 
in. and entered the parlor. Mr. Overman was there 
ubme. The face of the kind-hearted oW man, which 
wronged you, Mr. Overman! Heaven is my witness 
that I have not been unfaithful in even the smallest l 
thing.” 
Hiram Foster was visibly agitated, but spoke 
with an assured manner. Yet. in tbns calling upon 
Heaven to be witness of perjury, he felt as if the very 
blackness of darkness had gathered around him. No 
moon, no stars, were in his sky — only thick, impen¬ 
etrable clouds. He shuddered as one upon whom a 
cold wind blows suddenly. 
“ I must accept your solemn denial.” Mr. Over¬ 
man did not speak like a man from whose mind all 
doubt was removed, and Hiram felt this. But what 
more could he say! There was no higher tribunal to 
which he could refer. 
Poor, unhappy wretch! When Hiram Foster 
went out again into the still night of nature — bright 
as noonday compared to the night that enshrouded 
his soul —be felt that pitfalls were in his way, and 
that to go forward in safety was next to hopeless. 
He had three thonsand dollars invested in the stock 
of a New York bank, and if Mr. Osborne was the 
man who had discovered it, there was no question in 
his mind that he would, on his next visit to the city, 
make sure of his identity in the case. Frank Over¬ 
man was, he felt certain, under the stimulus of ill 
will and suspicion, making a thorough examination 
of the books, and if be went over the work, entry by 
entry, discovery was inevitable! [Conclusion next 
week.J 
I am composed of 37 letters. 
Mv 2, 10. 22, 28,17. 4 is a county in Ohio. 
My 15. 6, 29, 13. 19. 24, 32 is ft county in New York. 
My 1. 21. 2,17, 29,16 is a county in Missouri. 
My 34, S, 11. 20, 17 4. 16, 26, 36, 20 is n county in Maine 
My 1(1. 7. 17. 12 is a county in Pennsylvania. 
My 36, 3. 29. 5. 35, 2. 23, 31 ie a county in Virginia. 
My 9. 17, 4. 37. 19, 10. 25 is a county in Yermont. 
My 9, 21. 36, 14. 17, 4 is a county in Tennessee. 
My 27, 3, 22, 30 is a county in Kentucky. 
My 33, 17, 6, 26. 36. 3 is a county in California. 
My whole Is a quotation from Shakgpeare. 
Jefferson City, Mo.. 1861. 
JFgr” Answer in two weeks. 
X. Y. Z. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
MISCBLL ANEOUS ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 8 letters. 
Omit uiy 2, 3, 6, 8, and transpose, and I am a prohibition. 
Omit my 1, 4, 6, 7, and transpose, and I am to entice. 
My whole is what many know very little about. 
Green Mount, Va., 1801. J. W. Bowers. 
Or Answer in two weeks. • 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
ANOTHER REBUS. 
When a 
LITTLE JOKERS. 
When a 
Bellevue, Ohio, 1869. 
Answer in two weeks. 
empty put : 
B. 
putting : 
J. E. Anderson. 
Never “ fot form’s sake” write your name across 
a bill, unless you are prepared to meet the certain 
consequences. 
Vanity.— What no man, nor woman either, by any 
accident, ever possesses, but what is always very 
largely developed in every body else. 
A i.itti.e fellow one day non plussed bis mother 
by making the following inquiry:—“ Mother, if a man 
is a mister, ain’t ft woman a mistery?” 
Of two million young ladies who last year were 
asked to sing, it is a fact that sixteen did so without 
making an apology for having a bad cold. 
Never flirt with a young widow who calls you by 
your Christian name the second time you meet her, 
unless you have quite made your mind up to the 
worst. 
“Testimony ok the Rooks.” —The New York 
Commercial Advertiser Hays:—The most beautiful 
pocket edition of this highly interesting work that 
we have ever seen is— a twenty dollar gold piece l” 
Danger of Jesting.—“ When is a brick a tile?” 
asked Brown, Bcuior, of Smith, Junior. “Give it 
up? When it’s a projectile.” So saying he threw a 
brick-bat and broke a window. His preceptor for¬ 
gave him the mischief he had done, but flogged him 
for punning. 
Luxury of Liberty. — Bosom friend: Well, dear, 
now that you are a widow, tell me, are you any the 
happier for It? — Interesting W idow: Oh! Ho. But I 
have my freedom, and that’s a great comfort. Do 
He was, therefore, nervous j yon kn0W( iny dear, 1 ate an onion yesterday for the 
first time these fourteen years. 
CHARADE. 
Mv first is pretty, light, or dark. 
Ami often is gray, black, or blue, 
The learned say it has three coats, 
And also has three humor* too. 
My ser.ond’e used for horse and ass, 
And sometimes men and women still. 
My whole is like a pretty fringe, 
Which does my first with beauty tinge; 
It* movements upward, downward, tend, 
And is to man or beast a friend. 
Answer in two week*. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
MATHEMATICAL PROBLEM. 
Two men, A and B, start at the same time from the same 
place, and travel north; A at the rate of 4 miles and B 5K 
miles per hour, At the end of half an hour, A turn* and 
goes northwest 7?^ miles, then north 2 hour* and 16 minutes, 
and finally changes his course again and goes west. B. after 
going north miles, turns aud travels east 3‘,i hours, then 
northeast 0 toilet*, after which he til ms and goes north. Iiow 
far apart will they be at the. end of 6 hours IVom sturting? 
Gainesville, N. Y., 1861. J- M. Brainbrd. 
Answer in two weeks. 
The prevailing disposition has extended to the 
feathered tribe, aud we saw one the other day, as 
in the above case, who was determined to . 
A USEFUL PUZZLE. 
Here is a capital thing with which to puzzle your friends, 
vouug and old. and at the same time give them a first-rate 
lesson ill spelling. Get one or more person* to take a pencil 
and paper, and write the following sentence, as you slowly 
read it: 
Preferring the Cornelian Kites. and separating the innuendoes, 
1 unit merely state that, a peddler's pony ate a potato out of a 
cobbler's wagon, gauged by a sibyl. 
We lead It off to a large company the other evening, 
including many well educated persons, ol whom three were 
school teacher*, but not one of them wrote all the words 
correctly. One wrote It thus: 
Prefering the Comedian hue*, and seperating the inuendoet. 
1 will merely Stale that a jtedlar's jnmey eat a potatoe out of a 
cottier’s waggon, gagued by a sybil. 
This includes thirteen wrongly written w ords. The puzzle 
will be apt to fix the correct spelling of these words, at least. 
—American Agrivu I twist. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, Ac., IN No. 574. 
Answer to Geographical Enigma:—Honour thy father and 
thy mother, that thy days may be long upon the land. 
Answer to Illustrated Rebus: 
» An honest mun’s the noblest work of God. 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma:—Terms, in advance. 
Answer to Poetical Enigma:—Canvass. 
Answer to Puzzle:—Be not too wise in your own eyes, or 
you’ll see what a great fool you be. 
the care and suffering consequent upon his recent 
failure had robbed of its cheerful aspect, was grave 
almost to severity. 
“Hiram,” he said, as he extended his hand to 
Foster, and then referred him to a seat, “ I want to 
say a few words about a matter that lias been on my 
mind, and troubling me.” 
“Well, sir.” 
The voice did not sound like that of Hiram I oster. 
It was strange in his own ears, and strange in the 
ears of Mr. Overman. 
“ I was told, a few weeks ago, that thirty shares ol 
stock were standing in your name on the hooks of 
a certain bank in New York. Is that so? 
“ No, sir.” The ftuawer was prompt, hut false 
Mr, Overman looked steadily into his face. IIikam 
felt like a man over deep water, with the ice giving 
way under his feet. To say “yes,” was to hazard all; 
in “no,” there might be safety 
“No, sir.” lie repeated the denial. “Who said 
that* I had hank shares?” Faintly rose indignation 
in his tones. 
Wiiat is Woman’s Mission? — This momentous 
question being asked the other evening, Spooney, 
paid:—■* As Woman was the — aw—intewiaw animal, 
he thought her mission was to—aw — wait on the 
supewiaw — to be —aw —a sawt of upper servant, 
and see about one’s dinnaws, and one s aw fuini- 
chaw, and things.” “ In fact,” said Mrs. Snorter, 
Woman’s Mission simply is to polish the spoons." 
MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER, 
the largest circulated 
AGRICULTURAL, LITERARY AND FAMILY WEEKLY, 
IS PUHLISliED EVERY SATURDAY 
BY D. D. T. MOORE, ROCHESTER, N. Y. 
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To OUR Lady Reader. — When are lands like cer¬ 
tain animals? When they’re I allow. Dear. 
Why is a small dog like Bunch or Judy? Because 
it’s a Pup, Pet, 
Why is a young lady cutting High 
Central Pond like a popular song? 
Skaty— Darling. 
Why is a fact like my Devotion? 
because it's True — Love! 
Why is a catarrh like Total Immersion? Because 
it’s a Cold, Duck. — Vanity Fair. 
Dutch on the 
Because she’s 
Because — ah — 
A German at a Bank.— A German, who had S300 
in gold deposited in one of the Western hanks, step- 
ned up to the counter the other day, presented his 
1» tunun. | “It v i i IT Q * i 
A gentleman, who is often in New York,” said certificate, ami demanded his gold. He was pam, 
‘1 
man 
Mr. Overman. “ One of my creditors.” 
“Mr. Osborne?” 
“Yes.” 
“ 1 will sec him, and know by what authority he 
makes such a statement.” 
“Not yet, if yon please,” said Mr. Overman. 
will say to him that jou deny the fact.” 
If any stock is standing in the name of Hiram 
Foster, it does not mean me.” The young 
spoke in an assumed manner. 
“ 1 should hope not,” remarked Mr. Overman. 
Should hope not! His mind was not satisfied, and 
IIiram saw it with increasing concern 
“ There is another thing,” said Mr. Overman, after 
a brief, hut embarrassed silence, “that 1 would like 
you to make clear. Since my troubles, it has been 
suggested to me by more than one person. 
--Fay on, 1 am ready to answer.” 
“ Your salary has been only a thousand dollars. 
“ Y'es, sir.” 
“People say that you have lived fully up to that 
sum annually, ami yet you are the owner of property 
valued at not less than four or live thousand dollars." 
“People know more of my affairs than I do 
myself,” answered the young man with some asperity 
of tone. "It has never cost me over six hundred 
dollars a year to live, and what I saved annually, 
carefully Invested, amounts to no more than fair and 
honest accumulations.” 
when lie said to the banker, 
“Vot you gif for golt now, eh?” 
“Five per cent.,’’ was the response. 
“ Oh, yaw, flat ish gout. I sell you dese for good 
paper monish.” 
“ All right,” was the reply, and $315 in currency 
was handed the ex-depositor, who took $15 from his 
roll of notes, and handed back $300, saying: 
“I deposit datmit you. You’re goot, 1 sees.” 
And taking liis new certificate, he departed with 
his $15 premium. 
An Opinion.— A highly respectable colored gentle¬ 
man, rejoicing in the big-sounding name of George 
Edward Fitz-Augustus, visiting the Washington Mar¬ 
ket, a few days since, thus delivered himself to a fat 
countryman, whose stock of vegetables he bad been 
busily investigating: 
“Are these good tatCrs?” 
“ Yes sir!” responded the countryman. 
“ A later,” resumed George Edward Fitz-Augustus, 
“is inevitably bud unless it is inwariably good. 
Here is no mediocrity in de Combination ub a tatei 
Terms in Advance : 
Subscription—Two Dollars a Year. T<> Clubs and 
Agents as follows -Three Copies one year, for $5 : Six. and one 
f, <>e to club agent, tor $10; Ten. and one free, for 816; * dwen, 
and one free, for $21, Twenty, and one tree, for $25; and any 
greater number at same rate-only $1.25 per copy —with an 
t-rte. tree copy for every Ten Subscriber* over Twenty. Club 
papers directed to individuals and sent to a* many different 
I’oat-Otlices a* desired As we pre-pay American postage on 
papers sent to the British Provinces, our Canadian agents and 
friends must add 12,G cents per copy to the club rate-of the 
Kukal The lowest price of copies scut to Europe, &c-, »•- —•’ >J 
_ including postage tr£T Agents Wbo take Special Premiums 
for clubs formed previous to April 1st. are also entitled to one 
extra | free I copv of the paper for a club ol i-uher Si x at $10, leu 
at $16 or Twenty at *25 - and those who do not compete lor or 
wish the premiums can have an extra copy for every ten subscri¬ 
pt over twenty. Any one wbo has formed and received pre¬ 
mium for a dub. (for 1861J can get a second premium by sending 
another club, or receive a Tree copy of the paper for every addi¬ 
tional ten subscribers forwarded, 
rsr The above Terms and Rates are invariable, and those 
who remit less than specified for a single copy or club, will be 
credited only as per rates and receive the paper accordingly. 
Adv person who is not an agent sending lilt ‘ cl ub ,atc ($1.50 °r 
$1 25 ) for a single copy (the price of which is $2) will only receive 
the paper the length of time the money pays lor at full single 
copy price. People who send us less than published rate-.-., aud 
reauest the paper for a year, or a return of the money, cannot 
UaccommodaUA-fo r it would be unjust to others to comply, 
and a great inconvenience to retu rn remittance*. The only wan 
to get the Rural for less than 82 a year is to form or join a club. 
Advertising- TlfftTY-FiVE Cents a Link, each inser¬ 
tion A price and a half for extra display, or 52* cents per line 
of space. Special Notices, (following reading matter, leaded,/ 
Sixtv Cents a Lino. The Rural New-Yorker ha* a far 
lurger circulation than any similar journal in the world, and is 
undoubtedly the best advertising mediumof it* class in America. 
rtf- A yy person so disposed can act a* local agent for the 
Rural New-Yorker, and those who volunteer in the good 
cause will receive gratuities, and their kindness be appreciated. 
l^r-gEXD on THE NamkS.—N ow is the time to forward list* 
of subscribers ior 1861, and we hope agent-friends will "hurry 
up ” the names as fast as possible. 
I'jT- voluntary Agents for tub Rural.—A ny and every 
Subscriber or leader is requested to act in behalf of the Rout, 
by fonningclt.be or otherwise. Now U the tone for to toad* 
to manifest their interest in the paper aud the cause ft advocates, 
either by obtaining new subscribers, or Inducing olheni to act m 
ifcic us uv eimer uy uDkaiuiM# - - , , . , ai (/ 
The exterior may appear remarkably exemplary and ; u any lo* or wear out numbers « 
cviHoftB, takes,a bushel ob dkt superior vegetable!” but all w,*h,u S them should tfub 
