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RICH AND POOR. 
IT RICHARD M . M ] lN X 6■ 
Wiik.v God built, up the dome of bine 
And portioned earth's prolific floor. 
Die measure of his wisdom drew 
A line between tin; rirb and poor; 
And till that vault of glory full, 
Or beauteous earth be scarred with flame. 
Or Raving love he all in all, 
That rule of life will rest the name 
We know not why, we know not how, 
Mankind are framed for weal or woe — 
Hut to the eternal law we bow; 
If such things are they must be so. 
Yet let no cloudy dreams destroy 
One truth outshining bright and clear, 
That wealth abides in hope and joy, 
And poverty in pain and fear. 
Behold our children as they play! 
Blest creatures, fresh from nature’s hand; 
The peasant boy as great mid gay 
As the young heir to gold and laud ; 
Their various toys of equal worth, 
Their little needs of equal care, 
And balls of marble, huts of earth. 
All home* alike endeared and fair. 
They know no better! — would that we 
Could keep our Knowledge safe from worse; 
So power should find and leave us free, 
So pride lie hut thn owner’s curse; 
So, without marking which was which. 
Our hearts would tell, by instinct sure, 
What paupers arc the ambitious rich! 
How wealthy the contented poor. 
Grant us, O, Godl but health and heart. 
And strength to keep desire at bay, 
And ours mutt be the better part, 
Whatever else besets our way. 
Kac.li day may bring sufficient ill; 
But we can meet and fight it through, 
If hope sustains the hand of will, 
And conscience is our captain too. 
®tue jriMg-Sliltet. 
[Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker.] 
SOWING THE WIND 
AND REAPING THE WHIRLWIND. 
[ Concluded from page 36 last number.] 
BY T. 8. ARTHUR. 
c riyYi j, ricrt x. 
Hiram Foster, after leaving the house of Mr. 
Overman, did not go directly home. He was in no 
state to meet his wife, and answer her ine.vltahle 
questions. Without any purpose in his mind, he 
walked onward, until lie found himself out upon the 
suburbs of the town, and in the neighborhood of a 
mill poiul. As the dark water revealed its surface, 
there came the thought of plunging in and thuB 
escaping the dreaded evils that were as hounds upon 
his footsteps. One leap,— a moment of mortal 
agony,— and all would be at an end! 
That dark presence, which had never been afar oil' 
during the past ten years, drew very nigh to him 
now: seemed to lay upon him its ghostly hands, and 
push him forward. Terror seized hisBoul,— reason 
wavered,— his enemy was hearing him down with n 
fearful malignity. In the last moment of this 
dreadful contest, how feeble the strife on his part! 
Justus he was going to spring out wildly into the 
black waters, be saw, as clearly as if the vision were 
a reality, the forms and faces of bis children. Hack, 
back, he moved from the tempting brink, back, as 
they approached,— until he was twenty feet away. 
Then be stood stUl in darkness and alone. But the 
fiend’s spell was broken, and he turned his feet home¬ 
ward. A haggard face met his wife as she opened 
the door for him, - a haggard face, and restless, 
fearful eyes. He was panting like one who pursued. 
“Oh, husband! What ails you? What has hap¬ 
pened?” she said, anxiously. He had locked the 
door, hurriedly, on closing it., and exhibited all the 
appearance of a man suffering from great alarm. 
“Listen!” he said; and he stood still, hearkening. 
“What is it, Hiram?” There was no sound 
without. 
“ A man chased me for three or four squares. 
“ Chased you!” 
“ Yes. As I came through that lonely place, on 
this side of Fleetwood's mill, I heard steps behind 
me, and on looking around, saw the dark figure of a 
man. 1 quickened my steps, and ho did the same. 
Then I started forward, running, and he came after 
me at full speed. He was almost on me when I 
passed through the gate. Hark! I heard a noise.” 
His face whs working painfully, and his eyes were 
full of terrors. 
“ I heard nothing, Hiram,” said his wife. 
“There it is again!” 11c turned towards the 
parlor, the door of which stood open. “Are the 
shutters closed?” 
“Yes; 1 closed them myself." 
“There! Didn’t you hear it again. He’s trying a 
window.” 
Fear crept, chilly, into the heart of Mrs. Foster. 
Did her husband hear real sounds, or were his senses 
at fault? She stood still and listened. 
“I hear nothing. Your mind is over-excited. 
Come into the sitting room.” And Mrs. Foster 
drew her husband away from the hall in which they 
were standing. He silt down, though still with 
uneasy looks, and a listening air. 
“ That’s some one walking uround the house,” he 
said, as a new fear came into his face. “There! 
Didn’t yon hear a man cough?” 
But Mrs. Foster heard no sound. 
“ Does your head still ache?” she asked. 
Foster laid a hand against his forehead, and sat 
like one trying to recollect something. 
“ Headache?” He spoke in an absent way, as if at 
fault. 
“ Yes; you complained of a bad sick headache at 
tea time.” 
“Oh.—yes, — yes. Headache? No, — my head 
doesn’t ache exactly; but it has a strange feeling.” 
“Strange, how?” asked his wife. 
“I don’t know. It feels, some how, as if it wasn't 
ahead,” and lie turned his neck from side to side 
two or three times. 
Mrs. Foster now urged him to go to bed. 
“What's the use of going to bed?” he answered. 
“I shall only lie awake. 1 never sleep any now.” 
“ But what will you do, Hiram?” Tears began to 
fall over the distressed face of his wife, to whom the 
thought came, with a sudden chill, that he was losing 
his reason. 
“Sit up and watch for him.” A gleam, not of 
fear, swept over his countenance. " I’ll get my 
revolver, and make sure work.” He got up with a 
resolute air. 
“Oh, Hiram! No, — no!” And Mrs. Foster 
caught the arm of her husband; but lie shook her 
off, almost fiercely, and starting from the room, ran 
up stairs. Hhe followed, like his shadow. The 
revolver, to which he referred, was kept in a locked 
drawer, the key of which be always carried. The 
key was in the lock when Mrs. Foster seized his 
arm; as she did so, it fell to the floor; she caugbt it 
up and concealed it. 
“Whydid yon do that?” Ilia wild face flushed 
with anger, and he grasped her arms with a grip that 
left tin- marks of his lingers deep in her tender flesh. 
With loving wordB and earrasses Mrs. Foster tried 
to soothe her husband; but he only demanded the 
key. 
“Give me that key!” said he. "There’s a man 
after iny life, and I must defend myself. Give me 
that key!” 
“ Who is the man?” asked Mrs. Foster, seeking to 
divert his mind. “ Who’s after your life?” 
“I’ll tell you,” be answered; “but you mustn’t 
breathe it to a soul.” 
His manner changed,— his grasp on his wife’s 
arms relaxed,— be was as one about to impart a 
great secret. 
“There, sit down, dear,” and Mrs. Foster drew 
him towards a chair. “ Now tell me; I’ll keep it as 
secret as death.” 
Poor wife! How pale with fear and agony her 
face! What a new relation for her! What a night 
of terror had closed down, suddenly! 
“ 1 know the man who chased me. I’m sore of it ” 
said Foster confidentially. 
“ Well, dearl Who was it?” 
He bent close, and whispered — 
“Frank Overman!” 
“No,—no, Hiram! That’s impossible. Why 
should he want to injure you?” 
“He hates me!” 
“ O, no.” 
“Yes he does. He hates me, and wants to kill 
me! I know. It’s his fault that I lost my place with 
his father. He’s always hated me. I know him. 
He’s a very devil. And now he’s trying to kill me. 
It was he who waylaid me to-night, and he’s watch¬ 
ing round the house now.” 
Hiram Foster spoke with all the earnestness of a 
man thoroughly convinced of what he said. 
“I’m sure you’re wrong, Hiram,” answered his 
wife; “so very sure that I’ll go out all alone, and 
walk around the house to satisfy you that nobody is 
near ns.” 
“O, dear, no,— no! Not for the world, Helen ! 
Not lor the world! He’d rush in the moment you 
opened the door anil murder us all. Let me have 
the key. I must get roy revolver. We’ll be all 
murdered,” 
He grew strongly excited again. 
“ I’ll keep the key for the present,” Mrs. Foster 
answered, firmly. “If any body attempts to break 
in, yon shall have the revolver in time for protection. 
But, you know I’m afraid of pistols.” 
He quieted down at ibis, and after a great deal of 
pursuasion, was induced to go to bed; but he would 
only take off his boots, coat, and vest. Mrs. Foster 
dimmed the light, and laid herself down beside him. 
In a little while he raised up, and sat listening. 
“Don’t you hoar?” he said. “Somebody’s at work 
on the outside door.” 
Mrs. Foster rose up in bed, and hearkened for 
some moments. 
“It’s nothing but your imagination, Hiram! 
Nothing m the world. Why will you torment your¬ 
self in this way? Lie down and go to sleep.” 
The wretched man fell back upon bis pillow with a 
sighing groan. 
“ If narm comes to me, it will bo all your fault, 
II ici.kn,” he said, half mournfully, half despairingly. 
If I had my revolver, 1 could defend myself.” 
“You shall have it the moment I see danger,” 
replied Mrs. Foster, in an assuring voice. “ But 
there is none now, believe me, my dear husband. 
You are as safe this moment as you ever were in all 
your life. Got) is your protector from evil.” 
“God!” The voice in which this name was 
spoken sent a shiver to the heart of Mrs. Foster. 
The tone was not blasphemous; nor one of rejection; 
but it expressed utter hopelessness, as if lie bad said 
“For me, there is no help in Gon!” 
What a night followed! We will not linger in 
detail. It would fill pages. There was no sleep, no 
rest, no relief from haunting terrors. Not for so 
long a time as half an hour did Hiram Foster once 
lie in bed. Bear was all the while conjuring up new 
alarms, and taking on new shapes. Many tilings 
were darkly hinted, in half-incoherent muMeringu, 
that started strange questionings in the mind of Mrs. 
Foster. There was fear of Mr. Overman, as well as 
fear of Frank; fear of some impending ruin, as well 
as personal fear. 
“Thank GOT) for daylight!” he said, as the dawn 
opened, at last. 
A kind of mental stupor now came over him. 
Nature, yielded to the night’s exhaustion and sought 
restoration in apathy, if not sleep. Mrs. Foster's 
lirst act in the morniug was to send for her lather, to 
whom she related all that had occurred during the 
night. Mr. Prescott then went up to see Hiram, 
who had not yet arisen. He found him with wide 
open, brilliant, but restless and strange looking eyes. 
Sitting down by the bedside, the minister took his 
hand and said, 
“ I’m sorry to find you indisposed, Hiram.” 
The young man looked at him a little fearfully, and 
seemed to shrink away; but did not answer. 
“ How are you now?” asked Mr. Prescott. 
“Very well,” he replied, a little heavily. “All 
I want is sleep." 
“You don’t sleep well?” 
“No sir. I haven't closed my eyes for three 
nights.” 
“ Not for three nights, Hiram ! How comes that?” 
“ I don’t know. 1 get to thinking, and it keeps me 
awake.” He was arousing from his stupor. 
“ What do you tbiuk about? What troubles you?” 
“I’m not doing any thing, you know. What is to 
become of us?” 
“ Fear not, my son. He that gives food to the 
raven will not forget you and vours.” 
Hiram shook his head. -Jfc- 
“Take no thought for the morro^ let the morrow 
take thought for the things of,itself. Sufficient unto 
the day is the evil thereof,” said Mr. Prescott. 
The unhappy young man shuddered at the com¬ 
forting words. They brought no assurance to his 
mind. Ah! How insanely had he taken thought for 
the morrow,—thought that cursed his to-days, and 
shrouded his to-morrows in doubt and fear. There 
was rebuke, not consolation in the words that come, 
daily, to so many hearts with peace and hope. 
“Does any thing else trouble you?” asked Mr. 
Prescott. 
“What else shottld trouble me?” Foster’s tone 
was rather sharp, and he looked suspiciously at his 
father-in-law. 
“ I merely ask," said the old man, as he searched 
the face of Hiram. 
“ But, why do you ask?” 
“The loss of a situation doesn’t usually trouble a 
man in the way yon are troubled, Hiram. There is 
something beyond this, I am satisfied; and, as your 
best friend, and the one, after your wife, most inter¬ 
ested in your welfare, 1 ask your entire confidence. 
There's something wrong in your affairs ” 
“Who says go?” The young man started up, with 
a look of terror, and be began trembling violently. 
Mr. Prescott laid a band upon him and said, with 
great seriousness of manner, 
“Hiram! many people think you are better off in 
the world than you should be.” 
“ What! Who? What people?” There was blank 
alarm in his face. 
“I, for one. And now, Hiram, 1 conjure you by 
every consideration of safety, to make an open 
breast. If your feet are astray, let me know it, that I 
may lead you back, if possible, to paths of security.” 
“They are not astray, sir! I can lay my hand 
upon my heart, and call God to witness my in¬ 
tegrity.” The young man spoke almost vehemently. 
“Hiram! Beware! God is present! God hears! 
God is righteous!” 
The hand of Mr. Prescott was lifted in warning. 
His tones were solemn. His startling sentences and 
impressive manner threw hack the young mau upon 
himself. There was a shudder,— a strongly agitated 
countenance,— and wild terror in the eyes, as if be 
stood face to face with destruction. Then, a low, 
blood-curdling laugh chattered on the air. 
“Hiram!" Mr. Prescott caught the hand of his 
son-in-law in an affrighted manner. But the young 
man drew back, with returning fear in liis counte¬ 
nance. 
“ Keep off!” he cried. “ Don’t touch me! 1 wont 
be taken.” 
“Hiram! My son!” 
But Foster bad sprung out of the bed, on the side 
opposite to that on which Mr. Prescott sat, and was 
making toward a window. His wife came in at the 
moment, and it required all the strength of both her 
father and herself to keep him from leaping out. 
“There is nothing to fear, my son.” Mr. Prescott 
spoke in soothing tones. No one is present but 
Helen and myself, and you arc safe with us.” 
" Am I?” He came back from the window timidly 
and doubtingly, looking first at Mr. Prescott and 
then at bis wife. “And you wont tell them I am 
here?” 
“ Tell who, Hiram? No body wants to harm you,” 
said his wife. 
“They’re after me, the blood hounds!” 
“0, husband! O, father!” Mrs. Foster wrung 
her hands impotently. 
“I’ll not be taken! I’ve sworn to that!” Hiram 
turned again to the window; bat his wife sprung in 
advance of him, and interposed her body. At this, 
wild terror seized him. Grasping her arms, he 
jerked her away with a giant’s strength; threw off 
Mr. Prescott, who caught hold of him, as if he iiail 
been a child, and was out of the window before they 
could recover themselves. A piazza ran around on 
that side of the house. From the roof of this he 
leaped to the ground, and commenced running away. 
Men were passing on the street, who at a call from 
Mr. Prescott, caught him and bore him, struggling 
fearfully, back into the house. 
CHAPTER XT.' 
The harvest, time of Hiram Foster’s life had come, 
and here was the,bitter fruit. He bail sown the wind, 
and was now ga, "t Yir. the whirlwind. A mind nat¬ 
urally sensitiw.i rid (vcitafte had broodco over the 
dangers that be si hi j path - had dwelt on the fearful 
retributions that seemed impending—had felt so 
long the dark presence of a haunting phantom, which 
constantly impelling to evil, as constantly suggested 
tormenting fears — that reason gave way; gave way 
in the very prime of life; and a mad house received 
him among its reason-wrecked inmates; received 
him, but. never gave him hack restored. When the 
doors opened outward for Hiram Foster, a sheeted 
corpse came silently over the threshold. 
Months before this last act in the tragedy of a life, 
which but for crime would have been so full of hap¬ 
piness, the work of restitution had been completed 
by Mr. Prescott and his heart-broken child, even 
to the last farthing. Sufficient evidence appeared 
among the papers of Foster to indicate the means 
by which he had acquired bis property. Satisfied 
that neither she nor her children had any dairy to 
hold even the smallest part t hereof, she passed every 
thing to Mr. Overman, ami returned to her father’s 
house as portionless os when she went out. The sum 
thus obtained by Mr. Overman, and received from 
the hands of Mrs. Foster with a feeling of painful 
reluctance, was just sufficient to pay the deficiency 
left standing in the settlement with his creditors. 
This amount, it is true, had been signed off; but Mr. 
Overman was an honest man. 
Never, — from the day Mrs. Foster passed out 
from the home where her children were born; from 
the home where some of the happiest hours of her 
life had been spent; from the borne which but for the 
criminal infatuation of her husband, might have 
been one of the sunniest homes in all the land — and 
returned to lay her head in a sorrow too deep for 
tears upon the breast of her mother, —was she seen 
beyond the threshold of her father’s house. A few 
years of suffering, from any true realization of which 
our hearts shrink away, and she laid herself down in 
the sleep that knows no waking to mortal pain. Her 
children live; but the. memory of their father’s guilt 
is a shudow T that ever dims in other eyes the beauty 
of their characters, Of the particulars of that guilt, 
they have remained in ignorance. But it is kept in 
remembrance by others ami told to their disgrace, 
over and over again, in thought less gossip, or a 
spirit of mean depreciation. They are growing up 
in the home of their grandfather, in loveliness and 
purity; hut more than one true-hearted man, who 
felt their attractions, has turned with a sigh away, as 
the story of their father’s guilt shocked his ears, to 
seek another alliance. 
Ah! If guilt cursed only itself! If wrong deeds 
came back, in retribution, only on the wrong doer! 
If men bad to bear alone the consequences of folly 
and crime! But, this may not be. Our lives are 
bound up in other lives. If we build our bouse upon 
the rock, the safety and blessing thus secured will be 
shared by those whose lives pulsate with our lives; 
but, if we build upon the sand, destruction will over¬ 
whelm them and us in a common ruin. 
The way of transgressors is hard, — hard always, 
from the first act to the inevitable consequences. 
There is no escape from the law that binds effects to 
causes. As the cause is, in quality, so will the 
effect he. tlvil actions always produce unhappiness; 
and crime against others, disaster. No. there is no 
escape; and the intuitive consciousness that it must 
be so, is a troubling ghost in the life of every man 
who steps aside from the path of honesty, and leaves 
behind him, as ail such do, the foot-prints of his way. 
i If we sow the wind, we shall reap the whirlwind. 
If it m& I 
[Oxk of our artiste, though a somewhat phlegmatic German, 
appreciates a “good thing," and on being shown the annexed 
letter, resolved to ‘ illustrate the subject” (or subjects,) 
thereof. Knowing less of this country, perhaps, than he 
Ought, bo has evidently got the impression that Western 
officials partake of pork and corn, white those of the East 
indulge in fish and — fish; say cod and herring. In present¬ 
ing his idea, we of course assume the position of patriotic 
statesmen, and “know no East, no West,” Ac.] 
mfm E5Y 1 
, -?■&/' L 1 J 
WESTERN VS. EASTERN POLICEMEN. 
Eds. Rural New-Yorker;— In a late number of 
your excellent paper, you state that the average 
weight of the Boston Police is 211 pounds. Now 
that may be something to boast of down in Boston, 
but out in Michigan we can beat it “all to nothing.” 
It is true, Boston is larger than Cold water, and keeps 
a larger number of Police, but their solidity is deciil 
edly below par. Why, Sirs, in the little City of Cold- 
water we keep only one Police, and his average weight. 
is 2744 pounds! Our City Attorney weighs 24C, ami 
our City Miller plump 225, all avoirdupois. As our 
City increases in population, we shall, of course, 
increase the number of Police, but will be abundantly 
able to find them in this section of country who will 
compare favorably with the above. 
Truly Yours, II. Haynes. 
Coklwater, Mich., 1801. 
♦ • ♦ • > 
“My Dear Husband,” said a devoted wife, “why 
will you not leave off smoking? It is such an odious 
practice, and makes your breath smell so?” “Yep,” 
replied the husband, “I’ve been thinking of it, but 
then only consider the time I have spent, to learn to 
smoke. If 1 should leave off now, all that time and 
money would have been wasted, don’t you see? “ Oh, 
I didn't think of that!” And Mr. Bcroggs smokes on. 
- 4 - • 
A Goon One.— Borne years ago the Knickerbocker 
Magazine used to offer a brass quarter dollar to the 
person who made a rhyme to the word “window.” 
The following is the “ effort ” of a successful rhymer: 
“ A cruel man a beetle caught, 
And to the wait him pinned, oh! 
Then said the beetle to the crowd. 
“ Though I'm stuck up. ' am not proud;" 
And his soul went out of the window. 
-♦ * - ■* 
Just Bo. — A calm, bine-eyed, self-possessed young 
lady, in a village “ Down East,” received a long call 
the other day, from a prying old spinster, who, after 
prolonging her stay beyond even her own conception 
of the young lady's tmdumne*, tame to the mtiu 
question which ban brought her thither. “I’ve been 
asked a good many times if you was engaged to Dr. 
D. Now, if folks inquire again whether you be or 
not, what shall I tell’em I think?” “Tell them,” 
answered the young lady, fixing her calm blue eves 
in unblushing steadiness upon the inquisitive fea¬ 
tures of her interrogator, “tell them that you think 
yon dont know, and you are sure it is none of your 
business.” 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
MYTHOLOGICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 44 letters. 
My 13, 38, 0. 7, 35, 5, 44 7, 32 was the daughter of Fandion 
My 23, 3, 40, 1. 41, 23, 30 was the god of the sea. 
My 31, 14, 24, 10, 20 was Ihe muse of love and marriage. 
My 12, 20. 23, 8, 22, il was n Trojan warn nr. 
My 11. 7, 10, 42, 24 was the goddess of flowers and gardens. 
Mv 7, 20, 17, 2, 15 was a river of the lower world. 
My 41, 7, IS. 43, 34, 3, !* was the son of Laertes. 
My 37, 2S, 12, 7, 0. 82 was one of the muses. 
My 30, 22. 30, 8, 84 were the goddesses who presided over 
human destiny. 
My 21, 32, 25, 4 was the god of war. 
My 27, 33. 0, 1, 20, 23 was the son of Neptune. 
My whole is an Italian proverb. 
Gainsville, N. Y., 1801. J. M. Brainerd. 
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Trough few we are, great are our powers; 
The business of the world in ours. 
We can your secrets tell, or keep; 
At our command you laugh or weep; 
Teu thousand thousand changes prove 
Our power in hatred or in love. 
Without us, learning could not live, 
Nor science all her treasure give. 
Nor Dickens had attained his throne, 
Nor Thackeray’s vivid thoughts been known. 
So small are we that we can lie 
Within the compass of a die; 
Or we can stretch our grinning faces, 
And make men tremble for their places. 
But if we prate till time should fail, 
We'd ne’er have done our wondrous tale; 
Though wo have lived for ages past, 
For ages more we still shall last, 
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publishers, at the romal retail prices,— and shall odd new works 
as published l7iT~ Rural Agent" entitled t» premium#, and 
who are offered a choice of book*, can select from this list. 
American Farmer's Eney- Do. Klcmenteof Ag, (’hern 
clopedia, .$4 00 istrv and Geology I Off 
Allen's Am Farm Book .100 Do. t'atochtem of tlhemlatry 
Alien's Diseases ol Domes¬ 
tic Animate . 75 
Allen's Rural Architecture ! 
Allen on the Grape.1IW 
Am. Architect, nr Plans for 
Country Dwellings ,600 
Atncricari FtOrist s Guide,, , 75 
Barry's Fruit Garden 125 
Bloke's Farmer at Home. 125 
Boussingaultis Rural Econ. 
OBJ I 25 
Bright on Grape Culture til 
Brownes Bird Fancier ffl 
Brew new Uoulirr Ye.i-" [ -i 
lio. Field Rookof Manures I ga 
Bridge man'# Card. A;si. .1 50 
Do. Florist's Guide... W 
Du. Kitchen Gardener s In 
gtrnctor......— , «i 
It.. Fruit Cult. Manual 50 
Brock's Itook of Flowers 1 00 
Bliters Flower Garden 1 25 
Do. Family Kitchen GanJ. 75 
chemical Field l/ieUis* 1 oo 
Chinese Sugar Cane and 
Sugar Making ... 25 
Clmrll/in's Grape Grower'* 
Guide .. t*o 
Cohbett's Am. Gardener .Ml 
Cottage and Farm Bee¬ 
keeper . 25 
Cole's Am. Fruit Book 50 
Do Am. Veterinarian Ml 
Dadd's Modern Horse Doc 1 Ml 
Do. Am. Cattle Doctor— 100 
Do Anatomy and I’hysi 
oloy of the Horse 2 00 
Do. colored plates 4 00 
liana's Muck Manual 10.1 
Do. I'ri/.o Essay on Manures 25 
Darlington's Weeds and Use 
ful Plants I 50 
Davy's Devon Herd Book 100 
Domestic mid Ornamental 
Poultry.... -100 
Do. colored plates _ 2 00 
Downing's Fruits and Fruit 
Trees I .Ml 
Downing's Landscape Gar¬ 
dening. .... 8 flu 
Do. Kuril! Essays.... .500 
Kftstwood s Cranberry Cul 
turn... __ .50 
Elliott's West. Fruit. Hook 1 25 
Every Lady her own Flower 
flardyner. . 50 
F ii r m Drainage, (II. F 
French) . . i tM 
Fessenden's Fanner and 
Gardener....I 26 
Do. Am. Kitchen Garden. 69 
Field's Pear Culture .1 00 
Fish Culture . . . I on 
Flint on Grasses .125 
Guenon on Milch Cows Ml 
Herbert to Horae-keeper# 1 25 
Hooper's Dog A Gun, paper, 25 
Do. do. cloth. .Ml 
Hough's Farm Record .3 (0 
Hyde's Chinese Sugar Cane 25 
.Johnston's Ag. Cheuil-try 1 25 
ALGEBRAICAL PROBLEM. 
A ran cancelled a debt of $873 by paying a certain sum 
on Morolay, twice that sum on Tuesday, three times Tuesday’s 
payment on Wednesday, four times Wednesday’s payment on 
Thursday, and so on till Saturday; what sum was paid on 
Monday? 
[;y Answer in two weeks. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &c., IN No. 575. 
Answer to Pomological Enigma:—And out of the ground 
made the Lord God to grow every tree that is pleasant to the 
sight and good for food. 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma:—The Sacred Volume. 
Answer to Puzzle: 
Gay Lady Ada at a ball, 
Can chant and talk and play; 
And Anna Lark at Haddar Hall, 
Was smart, gallant, and gay; 
And Ada and gay Anna Lark, 
Called Anagrams a happy spark. 
Answer to Surveyor’s Problem:—27-452-1000 rods from the 
southeast corner the line must be drawn. 
IT-er Any of the above named works will be forwarded by 
mail, post-paid, on receipt of the price specified 
Address IK IK T. MOOILF, Rochester, N Y. 
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paper# sent to the British Provinces, our Canadian agents and 
friends must add 12.fi cents per copy to the club rates of the 
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— including postage, t?N~ Agents who take Special Premiums 
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fur School# .. 25 
Lamndroth »n the Hive and 
11 one v Bee __.1 25 
Lcuchnr'v Hal House* 125 
I .bring'* Familiar Letters to 
Fanner* 50 
Linslev'* Morgan Horae# ! OO 
Mi tier'-11*-*- keeper'* Manual] 00 
Milenotltbe Horne# Font 50 
MUlmrtl on Cow. 25 
Mr*. Alicl'r Skillful llirase- 
wrfv and Ladies'Guide 50 
Saxton'* Rural Hand Book*. 
laondl* a H-r-He* ..i. I, \ pfl 
Muon's I Add Drainer sn 
Nash # Progressive Farmer i0 
Nell)'* Hard. Companion . 1 (XI 
Norton's Element* of Agri¬ 
culture . . SO 
OlOU'isSorgho and Implied oo 
Pari lee on the Strawberry CO 
Pudderi* I suet Measurer 50 
IVrxciz'* New Culture of the 
Vine . 25 
I’belli* Bee-keeper'# Chart 25 
qni u.tiV* M valeric* of Bee 
keeping ,100 
Rabbit. Fancier 50 
Randall'- Sheep HiiHband- 
r v . 1 25 
Ri. hard son on the Horse, 25 
Do. Bests of the Farm 25 
Do. Domestic Fowl# 25 
Dor on the Hog . 25 
Do. on the Honey Bee . 25 
Dm on the I)«g.. _ . 25 
Rrcinolln'* Vine dresser* 
Manual. 50 
Shepherd'#Own Rook_2 00 
Stewart'#Stable Book.. ...2oo 
Stray Leaves from the Book 
of Nature. 100 
Stephen*,’ Book o! the Farm 
2 veils 4 00 
SkiUfhl Housewife . 25 
Skinner'.* Element# of Ag- 
nculture. 25 
Smith'* I.anilucapc Gar¬ 
dening 1 25 
Timer'# Principles ol' Agri¬ 
culture . .. _2 00 
Thomas' Farm Implements 1 00 
Thompson'# Food of Ani¬ 
mal#. 15- 
The Kor»' < III Iturlnt 25 
Tnnliam'a Chemistry Made 
Easy.. . 25 
Turner# Cotton Planter'# 
Manual. 100 
Warner * Hedge# and Kvor- 
green* - . .... .1 oo 
Waring'* Element# of Ag 
riculture. 75 
Werk* on Bens . .. 25 
White* Gardening for the 
South ... .1 25 
Wilson on Flax. 25 
Youatt k Martin on Cuttle 1 25 
Youatt on the Horae.125 
Do. on Sheep ..... 75 
Do. on the ITog.. . 75 
