“GO MAT) ." 
BY LYDIA n. BIGOURJtET. 
highly as von do, Cap. Sixty thousand dollars with 
his own fortune is no trifle, child.” 
“Then he’s not worth all my riches,” said I, con- 
.. _ .. ... temptuously; but T think now that I must have 
To Greece, in her classic height; replaced the vase on the bouquet table with a little 
So the Peloponessns bristled temper, for the water flew over my hands and a my 
With spear points flashing bright, souvenir rose fell to pieces. ori 
And force o'er virtue triumphed, But fora week after this, in all our amusements, non 
And justice slunk away, Phillip Darrah was by my side. Adaline Loohjs the 
And Crime by language nnUptieed, ogled and dressed and sung in vain. All her invita- witl 
stalk’d forth in face Of day. tionB> *<Come rest in this bosom,” be virtuously oro 
“ Go mad;" cried a subtle tempter, resisted, and I began to think that my riches were of I st 
Close lurking in Albion’s shade, ^he better kind. The demonstrations on the gentle- my 
Who the rich rose, and the rose Of snow, man’s part were growing more marked. Night after rigl 
Hi. lying symbols made. nlgbt i would be awakened by the softest music “ 
Then brother hated brother! under my window , and morning after morning a Phi 
And fnend his friend destroyed, ■’ Cnmplimp* the wft“ 
Till all the charities of race gorgeous bouquet graced my table. .Sometimes the wa 
were desolate and void. serenade would be given by half a dozen young men, rah 
. , , with whom Phil was intimate, who performed on as and 
“ ° 6 ” l ' ld ■' France many different instruments, and all of whom sung “ 
As she smote off the head of her stainless King, well; but 1 noticed that if our last conversation had Pm 
And bid the lunatic dance, had at all of a serious or sentimental turn, that my pec! 
Amid corses that fast from the guillotine fell, serenade was always of the softest, love-inspiring 
Her sandals besprent with gore,— flute solo, or an exquisite song with a guitar accom- I c 
Then bowed her neck to a heavier yoke paniment. Occasionally, too, instead of the compact one 
Than she had ever borne before. pyramid bouquet, there would be left at the hall-door anc 
11 Go mad!" snid the father of Evil for me, a few white aud blush rose-buds, half buried 
To the happiest realm on earth— j n heliotrope and mignonette. wa! 
Where fountains of plenty, and peace, and power, What impressible girl of sixteen could withstand bei 
Gashed out With an Eden birth. al) tMg? j gi bcd profoundly when the solitary ‘ 
so She bared her throbbing bosom 8er enader took a last look at my window and de- tab 
Grasping the pike and pistol, P^ted; and always carried the unpretending rose- 
AH girt for deadly fray. budB and heliotrope up to my chamber. ^ 
What nest may be her movement I was entirely satisfied with the state of affairs. t r 
Is known to Him alone Of all things that Phillip Darkau excelled in, and d |J ' 
Who hears the voice of tearful prayer tbey were raa ny, he excelled in nothing so much as the 
From His benignant throne. horsemanship. I have many a time watched him as doi 
1 1 "- 1 --- - far as I could see him down the street, as he passed l>« 
I* g'iAMMr O' ^ H if> byon Brown Tom, his fine figure having nothing of To 
(yjj 1 -V •> v * \L ; 'V \ ly iv A ♦ the rigidity of the awkward equestrian; but seem- wa 
. — ^ _ - - — in g l y moved by the same impulse as the horse, he r<? * 
„ accommodated himself with the most flexible grace 1<« 
MY FIRST EQUESTRIAN EXPERIENCE. to its every motion. The beast seemed proud of "* 
- being managed by such a master. 1 have almost e( l 
BY ca rry STA NLEY. clapped my hands when T have seen him go prancing wv 
1 was just sixteen, and was spending the summer by, with eyes flashing, neck arched, and .nostrils WJ 
at my uncle Jack’s, in Summerville, the most bean- snorting, and have been quite as rca y o usign rnj 
tiful of all Connecticut’s beautiful villages. The heart to the horse as to the man. 
beau of the place was Pun. Darrah. Not that Pun. “Miss Carry,” said Phil, entering my uncles 
was by any means the only eligible young man in parlor one evening, we are going to ma "< up an 
Summerville; hut that he had a fortune left him by equestrian party for the day after tomorrow, and you 
a maiden aunt, and he was Intelligent, and good- must go. " e shall start a litt e a ter ay ig it, c 
looking, and fastidious,'and asserted bis superiority breakfast at old mother Jones’ at Silver Spring, and 
in such an indisputable way, that everybody yielded return before the day gets worn, 
as a matter of course. The first time that 1 saw him “'But T was never on a horse in my life, Mr. 
was at church on the Sunday after my arrival. The Darrah. 1 am very sorry, but I can t go. 
good, droning, old clergyman was reading the first “Why you are the most courageous a y in oui 
leBson, and the monotonous tone, combined with the sailing parties. You are not a ran . 
waving of fans and the w arm summer air, had lulled “ Not at all afraid, hut I should be frightfully awk- 
me into ft dreamy state most unusual; and 1 sat and ward, and I do not cate to ris my reputation, 
watched the waving boughs through the open win- " You could not be awkward ’ ^ ” 
dow, and thought how much more gloriously their alow voice, and a tone that sent the h ood dancing tu 
green-leaved tongues talked of heaven, than I feared around my heart. This last sentence determined me. 
the paper-leaved sermon on the pulpit would do. * not the gantlet of comparison with k 
11 AmiY Loomis, who I knew was to be of the party, pc 
Sidney Smith has said that “ a sparrow fluttering ^ ^ wftg an acconipliHhed horsewoman, 
about the church, is an antagonist which the moat ^ PmL came , lgain t0 re8U me w 
profound theologian in Europe is wholly unable to ^ 8uaeionfli T fclt thal j cou ld not get off with- 
overcome.” This was verified in the case of good ^ rade and jn truth i had some curiosity to a* 
Mr. Clarke on this day, for in the midst of the Bab- ^ & ride 0tt hor8oback wag ] ike . At last I a 
bath stillness there was a slow, measured tread down conscnted l0 and Mr . DakraiI went out to engage 
the carpet aisle, and the bonnets of white, pink, or g horRe for and gend Joe down a habit and hat la 
blue, which had been resolutely turned toward the ^ Wonged to n married fljHU>r . ei 
pulpit, suddenly presented fronts to the aisle, and j gJ bat littIc tbal nig ht. There was a certain 
cheeks dimpled, and eyes lighted as they rested on fxsmetlt in luy admirer’s manner, when he took P< 
the handsome young fellow who leisurely sauntered Mn|J at parliD g t wb j c h made me feel that ft lc 
down to the pew in front of the chancel. required onlv a favorable opportunity for me to be >1 
“Soendeththe first lesson,” said the minister, as invHed t0 b * MrSi Phillip Darrah. I felt some R 
the intruder took his seat, 1 telegraphed to my JinJ ,. e ^ ^ o0i ns t0 tbe bccoraingness of my habit and n 
pretty little brown-eyed cousin to inquire his name, ^ j wag up by tbe peep of day> lbat i m i gb t prac- jc 
but she demurely smiled and turned over the leaves ^ gatbering up my gkirt gracefully. c 
of her prayer book to the Te Drum laudamus. Th „ lady to whom tbe j resH belonged was. unfortu- u 
Now my uncle Jack never missed anything that nab , lyj asalenderasabean pole, while I consideredmy- 
was goinjr on in church, asleep or awake. 1 have Be if proportioned more after tho fashion of the Venus e 
seen him kneel down in his pew, and make all the ^ Medici> ] pu iled and tugged at the hooks and eyes ii 
responses as correctly as the clergyman, and indulge m flugw> bone „ wcre alm0Bl bro ken. I went to n 
in a comfortable nap at tbe same time. So seeing ^ ^ ftnd woke my coagjn who dec]ared gbe t 
my telegraph dispatch to Jenny, he whispered to me: would not get up at lbat honr of tbe day , to go on 1 
“It’s of no use, Carry, you are not rich enough guoh party> for tbe begt borge in Christendom. | b 
for Phil Darrah. But take care, for he’s a dreadful “ Jenny,” said I, in despair, “It will require a | H 
Birt.” windless to bring this body together. Do get up and t 
“Diamond cut diamond,” retorted I, as the con- ^ e j p me » ( 
gregation arose, and I saw that the individual in j E}iN y rubbed her eyes, got out of bed good I 
tut. UCIW'I IUMVI * —- W - . , , 1 
man’s part were growing more marked. Night after right ear on a line with my horse’s head. 
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night I would be awakened by the softest music | 
under my window, and morning after morning a 
gorgeous bouquet graced my table. Sometimes the 
serenade would be given by half a dozen young men, 
with whom Phil was intimate, who performed on as 
many different instruments, and all of whom sung 
well; but 1 noticed that if our last conversation had 
had at all of a serious or sentimental turn, that my 
paniment. Occasionally, too. instead of the compact ons,-as if the right hand was not much stronger te i eg reph. 
pyramid bouquet, there would be left at the hall-door and more dexterous than the left.” I pulled and whipped and coaxed away again all 
forme a few white and blush rose-buds, half buried “The left hand is the proper one, nevertheless, to n0 parp0 8e. I did not know then what I after- 
in heliotrope and mignonette. waB C00 ' rejoinder of my companion, who was ward discovered, that Old Nick had vivid recollec- 
1D What impressible girl of sixteen could withstand being vexed at the ridiculous aspect of affairs. tions of having passed all the spring in that same 
all this? I sighed profoundly when the solitary “ Well, I'll try it; but if I do not like it, I shall cer- green field with his ugly black companion. I would 
serenader took a last look at my window and de- tainly use the other,” said I, resolutely. not give up, but I was beginning to tire of this 
parted- and always carried the unpretending rose- I happened to glance just then at my chamber win- “masterly inactivity,” when, to my great relief, I 
buds and heliotrope up to my chamber. dow, and then- was that vixen of a Jenny peeping saw Phil Darrah and some of tbe gentlemen 
1 was entirely satisfied with the state of affairs, throngh the blinds, and laughing till the tears ran coming rapidly down the lane. 
Of all things that Phillip Darrah excelled in, and down her face. She was gesticulating violently at “Thank heaven! you are not dashed to pieces, 
thev were manv he excelled in nothing so much as the same time, and pointing to my bodice. I looked was the first exclamation I heard, 
horsemanship I have many a time watched him as down, and found that in my efforts to mount, ihad J looked around triumphantly and said: 
far could see him down the street, as he passed broken off nearly every hook which kept it together. “ Oh, I have had a delightful ride. How much 
, T , Tmn hiH having nothing of To drop the reins and seize my dress by both bands better Old Nick's canter is, (you call it a canter, don t 
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ingly moved by tbe same impulse as the horse, he rest of the party had started forward. My horse, fol- “He never cantered a step in his life. He was 
accommodated himself with the most flexible grace lowed in a hard trot, in spite of my screaming out running away with yon,’ said Phil, evidently out of 
to its even- motion. The beast seemed proud of “ bo, wo now, stop,” and all the other phrases in the all patience. 
being managed by such a master. I have almost equine vocabulaiy. I instinctively grasped my dress “Was he? well, I didn’t know it I wish he would 
Capped mv bands when I have seen him go prancing with my left hand, while I pulled on the reins with always run away with me, then, was my cool re- 
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“Try again.” said mv instructor. “Let me take his full career, Old Nick stopped, with bis head over 
your foot in both my'bands, then keep your left a fence. He nearly had me over it too. The shock 
limb stiff, and I am sure we can manage it.” was awful, and I found myself entirely off the saddle 
T did try again vigorously. I performed tbe rule on tbe top of the pommel, with both arms around 
action the second time, in spite of being told to keep the horse’s neck. After tbe first moment of bew,l- 
my joints stiffened. I got half way up the side of the derment was over, I cautiously made my way hack 
horse, and clung to the saddle; there I bung like M a- to the seat of the saddle. Then came the tug of war 
noMKT's coffin. I think now that I must have given with the beast. Take his head from over the fence, 
the lookers-on the benefit of some frog-like motions or his eyes off that green field, lie would not. 
with roy lower limbs; for I know T worked them vig- My ride had given me courage. I pulled and 
orously before T got to the saddle. 'When once there whipped, and coaxed, all to no purpose. The horse 
I seated myself triumphantly, pannier-fashion, with was as immovable, and as deaf to my tones of endear- 
my face toward Uncle Jack’s front door, and my ment, as the bronze one in the equestrian statue of 
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it would rival in length, and in other ways, the fa¬ 
mous sea serpent Used as an auger, and “ run into 
tbe .ground,” it would go deep enough for an oil 
well, and constitute, as you and your readers must 
all admit, the biggest kind of a “bore.” 
Please believe that T am your friend. Most of your 
friends praise you. A true friend will praise judi¬ 
ciously. but will administer reproof when needed, 
kindly, yet firmly. Trusting that I shall not have 
occasion to take up my pen again, I leave the subject 
for your consideration. Truly yours, 
Rep Creek. 
Washington. Presently a prolonged “whinney,’ 
“Put your right limb over the pommel,” was an ,I a frightful shaking of the animal’s whole body. ^vy \ A Ai M W W- IW SP & ♦ 
Phil’b next order, with an annoyed look. His face near jy startled me from my scat. I looked across_ - 
was dreadfully flushed, too; do doubt the effort of tbc fleld( and answering the salutation, there came a TOASTS BY THE TRADES, 
raising one hundred and twenty pounds, deadweight; great black beast, full tilt, tail and mane flying, as 
and the faultless kid gloves very much split he made his way toward us. 1 expected every mo- & ^ of fegsicmal toasts said to have 
“Now take your rein in your left hand,’’proceeded ment that Nick would attempt to take the fence to ^ made &t g Vew Rng|and celebration at Mil- 
Phil, as he gathered up the reins which I had drop- meet bim , but the imperturbable old fellow only gave wankee we toke tbe follo wi n g: 
ped in roy scrambling, and gave them me. a slight grunt of satisfaction. Then they put their ’ Baker _«The Storm of Liberty”—It rose in 
serenade was always of the softest, love-inspiring “The left hand!” exclaimed I, for I could argue if beadg together, and appeared to hold a long comma- ^ t _ m it cont jnue to give its light until 
flute solo, or an exquisite song with a guitar accoro- I could not ride horseback, “ why, that’s preposter- n lcation by means of some kind of equine magnetic ^ ^ whole world> and prepared for 
TOASTS BY THE TRADES, 
From a list of professional toasts said to have 
been made at a New England celebration at Mil¬ 
waukee, we take tbe following: 
By a Baker.—“The Storm of Liberty”—It rose in 
- - . , -n the last great baking. 
I pulled and whipped and coaxed away agaimall ^ & ^ Mefchant _ „ 0ur National Flag » 
to no purpose. I did not know then what I alter- _ we never measnre it by yards, nor sell it 
ward discovered, that Old Nick had vmd recollec- a respectahle advance on its first cost, ad- 
tions of having passed all the spring_,n that same transportation and insurance. 
green field with his ugly black companion. I would * & Printer _.. Plymouth Rock ”-The imposing 
not give up, hut I was beginning to tire of this on wUcb fom of our i ibertiea wa .s made 
“masterly inactivity,” when, to my great relief, I - Dernctuitv. 
How much 
in kIv moved by tbe same impulse as the horse, he rest of the party had started forward. My horse, fol- “ He never cantered a step in his life. He was 
accommodated himself with the most flexible grace lowed in a hard trot, in spite of my screaming out running away with yon,’ said Phil, evidently out of 
to its even- motion. The beast seemed proud of “ bo, wo now, stop,” and all the other phrases in the all patience. 
beimr managed by such a master. 1 have almost equine vocabulaiy. I instinctively grasped my dress “ Was he? well, I didn t know it I wish he would 
clapped mv hands when 1 have scon him go prancing with my left hand, while I pulled on the reins with always run away with me, then, was my cool re- 
bv with eyes flashing, neck arched, and nostrils my right, till ) jerked the curb so hard that the horse joinder. 
Sirttag and have been quite as ready to resign my *tood on his hind feet. By this time the ladies of the party came up. 
1 1 th h e as to the man *1 DS * B* cn Bhil missed me, and looked around. Each had to tell how frightened she was, and Addy 
‘‘ . 3 ,.,, . r ! ntr uncle's There was an amused expression on his face as he Iaiomis declared she had nearly fainted—from joy, I 
“He never" cantered a step in his life. He was 
running away with yon,” said Phil, evidently out of 
all patience. 
“ Was he? well, I didn’t know it I wish he would 
always run away with me, theD,” was my cool re- 
heart to tho horse as to the man. 
“Miss Carry,” said Phil, entering my uncle's 
parlor one evening, “ we are going to make op an 
equestrian party for the day after to morrow, and you 
mus t go. We shall start a little after day-light, take 
breakfast at old mother Jones’, at Silver Spring, and 
return before the day gets worn.” 
“But T was never on a horse in my life, Mr. 
Darrah. 1 am very sorry, but 1 can’t go.” 
“Why you are the most courageous lady in our 
sailing parties. You are not afraid.’’ 
“ Not at all afraid, but I should be frightfully awk¬ 
ward, and I do not care to risk my reputation.” 
caught sight of me in this comical position. 
“ Don’t use your curb, Miss Carry,’’ he said, “Old 
Nick isn’t used to it” 
“Old Nick!’’ 1 exclaimed. I was in despair. He 
was known as one of the roughest, most obstinate 
beasts in Summerville. But I would not ask to go 
suppose. 
The ugly customer in tbe field was whipped away, 
and Old Nick tugged at till he condescended to turn 
his head toward his oats. We walked the rest of the 
way home peaceably. I dismounted at the door, 
and went up to my bed, where 1 lay three days unable 
up — may it be a type of their perpetuity. 
By a Tailor—“The American Union”—Buttoned 
up by tbe patriotism of our ancestors—may its 
needle of virtuous indignation prick the goose that 
attempts to rip it asunder. 
By a Miller—“The Mayflower”— Ground from the 
grist of oppression, it turned out no shorts. 
By a ForwarderThe Boston Tea Party”—May 
its memory be stored away by all who attempt to 
exact illegal commission. 
By a Banker—“The Pilgrim Stock”—Above par 
in every market. 
OWED TO JEFF. DAVIS. 
Dear Jeff. you're a queer rara avis; 
'Tie said lbat to iVooe you're inclined. 
If that is tbe caf®, Mr. Davis, 
HI give yon a {lirrr — of my mind. 
As with rebels you hold close communion, 
And strive with your country to cope. 
You’ll find when you're “ out of the Union,” 
You’ll be —at the end of your rope! 
Financial.—A friend hands us the following epi- 
back. There was a spirit of endurance in me that to move, without the power to raise my hands to my grammatical illustration of the financial condition of 
would have made me a martyr in the days of the 
early church. So 1 bounded along, rising nearly a 
foot from the saddle at every step the horse took, t ill 
bead. I missed the most splendid pic-nic of tho ] 
season, up at the “Pond of White Lilies,” and where 
Phil proposed to Anny Iaiomis. 1 returned home 
in the fall, and immediately took riding lessons of 
tbe best teacher I could find. I can sit a horse like 
ward and I do not care to risk my reputation.” I felt as if flesh and hones were beaten to a jelly, in the fall, and immediately took riding lessons ot 
.. y 0u could not be awkward,” was the reply, in Sometimes my right hand, sometimes^ left, some- tbe best teacher I could find. I can sit a horse like 
a low voice and a tone that sent the blood dancing times both my hands, were employed to hold in my Miss Amazon, but I shall never forget that I was not 
a round mv heart. This last sentence determined me. tormentor. He seemed to have a vicious desire to only nearly beaten to a jelly, but lost Phil Darrah 
' • •>« I_LxU 1 n nknn J /. f AtfAMT aITiAV ll nweri A f 4>,n I by that “First Equestrian Expedition.” 
I would not run the gantlet of comparison with 
Addy Loomis, who I knew was to be of the party, 
and who was an accomplished horsewoman. 
But the next evening, Phil came again to resume 
his persuasions. I felt that I could not get off with¬ 
out being rude, and in truth 1 had some curiosity to 
know what a ride, on horseback W'as like. At last I 
consented to go, and Mr. Darrah went out to engage 
a horse for me, and send me down a habit and hat 
that belonged to a married sister. 
I slept but little that night. There was a certain 
tormentor. He seemed to have a vicious desire to 
keep half a length ahead of every other horse of the 
party. 
“ If he would only canter it would be easier, but he 
wont,” said Pdil, coming to my side. 
“I feel that,” replied 1, grasping at my bodice 
again, “it waB very kind of you to procure me so fine 
a hackney,” I continued, bitterly. 
“ I am very sorry; but you decided to go at so very 
late an hour, that every decent horse in the place was 
engaged.” 
All this was said with the comfortable feelings of a 
THE EDITOR CENSURED 
FOR OMISSION OF IMPORTANT DUTY TO THE PUBLIC. 
Mr. MoOBB —Sir : I bate to find fault with an 
editor. I am a modest man, and dislike exceedingly 
to take the position of a censor of the Rural, espe¬ 
cially so when I consider that I may be snubbed 
affairs at Montgomery and Washington. 
MONTGOMERY. 
“Alas!” says Jeff. Davi». “ I'm sick of this job, 
Nary red’can be shelled—there's nothing but Cobb.” 
WASHINGTON. 
Abe Lincoln keeps cool aud enjoys the thing, well — 
Full bags and full Cribs — how these Yankees do shell. 
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A Safe Man to Insure. —By a steamboat explosion 
on a Western river, a passenger was thrown, unhurt, 
into the water, and at once struck out lustily for the 
shore, blowing like a porpoise all the while. He 
reached tbe bank almost exhausted, and was caught 
by a bystander, and drawn out panting. 
“Well, old fellow,” said his friend, “ had a hard 
time, eh?” 
“ Ye-yes, pretty hard, considerin’. Wasn’t doin’ it 
with the somewhat pertinent inquiry, “Do you not for though; was a workin’ for one o’them 
get your money’s worth?” But “while I muse the 
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tmpresmetit in my admirer’s manner, when he took person who knew tha. ae was rn mg sp en x >» * !1 ' ^ re and, begging your pardon, I think I may 
my hand at parting, which made me feel that it looking supremely handsome. Brown Tom was in , lB wc]1 fi . ( , e lliy 
required onlv a favorable opportunity for me to be the best of spirits, and went along in a slow, stately y 0(J are bebind tbe times, Mr. Editor. You don’t 
invited to be Mrs. Phillu- Darrah. I felt some gait, his mouth so light that the tension of the rein i keep up with the “ spirit of the press;” I supposed 
anxiety, too, as to the becoraingness of my habit and not make a crease in his masters glo\e. mi. s y<, u went in for* 4 Progress and Improvement” When 
hat. I was up by the peep of day, that I might prac- jocky cap was set jauntily on the top of his l.rown you lof)k ,, Kxcelsior” for your motto, I thought you 
tice gathering up my skirt gracefully. curls, and his velvet riding-cost "as of tin. must meant to ge t ahead aud keep ahead of all competi- 
The lady to whom the dress belonged was, unfortu- unexceptionable tit. tors, but where do 1 find you? leagues in the rear, 
insurance offices in New York. Got a policy on my 
life, and I wanted to save them. I didn’t care.” 
my telegraph dispatch to Jenny, be whispered to me: 
“It’s of no use, Carry, yon are not rich enough 
for Phil Darrah. But take care, for he’s a dreadful 
flirt” , 
“ Diamond cut diamond,’’ retorted I, as the con- ^ 
gregation arose, and I saw that the individual in 
question was gazing earnestly at onr pew. f 
I endeavored in vain after this to fix my thoughts 
earnestly on the beautiful church service. The green 
leaves, ami the blue sky, and the- soft summer air, 
had no longer power to woo my thoughts to the 
green pastures and the still waters of the celestial 
home. I was curiously speculating upon the charac¬ 
ter of the Adonis in the front pew. 
Church was out, and we were sauntering leisurely 
along under tho green arcades which shaded every 
street in Summerville, when Jenny whispered: 
“Here he comes, Carry,” and she had scarcely 
finished ere “lie” was at her side, and I was intro¬ 
duced to Piin.ur Parra n. 
How pleasantly the weeks glided by, that beautiful 
summer-time. Oh! the drives, and the sails, and the 
pic-nics, and the fruit parties. And always by my 
side was that tall and handsome Phil Darrah, with 
his grey eyes and curling hair, and a certain je ne 
sais quoi of manner that kept my heart in a perpetual 
flutter. T say “always,” bat sometimes, as I sat by 
tbe parlor window of an evening, I would see him go 
in at Mr. I^iomis’ on tbe opposite corner; and Mr. 
Loomis’ disagreeable niece, with her sixty thousand 
dollar?, who was then on a visit to her uncle, would 
play and sing for him till I vowed / would never 
touch an ivory key again. 
“It won't do, Carry,” said my uncle Jxck, after 
one of these evenings. ‘‘She sung ‘Am I not fondly 
thine own,’ last night, and to-day I saw Dakrah’s 
coachman leave a magnificent bouquet there."’ 
“ Handsomer than this?” said I, rushing into the 
parlor, and bringing out a vase of superb hot-house 
flowers in my hand. 
“ Why, no, I don't know that it was,” replied uncle 
Jack, slowly. “So there are ‘two strings to your 
beau,* are there? 1 ’ and he laughed at bis own pun. 
“ But, Carry, she’s rich, child.” 
“ So am I.” 
“ You!” and uncle Jack threw himself back in his 
chair and laughed immoderately, “why you little 
sinner, you’ve hardly money enough to keep you 
from starving.” 
I walked to the mirror and surveyed myself com- 
1 placently. 
“ Y"es, sir,” said I, turning around to ray astonished 
1 uncle, “I am rich in good looks, (I teas thought 
f handsome) and she's such a skinny little thing, that 
nately asalcnderasabean pole, while I considered my- What ft contrast 1 presented! With what pins 1 
self proportioned more alter the fashion of the Venus could find, 1 had managed to stick one here and there 
do Medici. 1 pulled and tugged at the hooks and eyes in my bodice, between the bounces of Old Nick, but 
till my finger bones were almost broken. I went to now it was requiring whichever hand I was not using 
the bed and woke mv cousin, who declared she to keep my hat straight and the hair out of my eyes. 
naturedly, and then sat down and laughed. 
“It’s no laughing matter, Jenny!” I exclaimed, 
dolefully, “ do stop and help me. It won’t meet by 
quarter of a yard.” 
“Put a piece of black cloth uuderneath, anfi then 
fasten ft hook here and there, if you can,” she at 
length suggested. 
So it was arranged, more to the satisfaction of the 
eye than to the comfort of my person, for I felt as if I 
was in a vico. But my black plumed hat was bee lin¬ 
ing, and I tried to make the best of it. 
At last 1 heard the tramping of horses’ feet, and 
saw the party stop at Mr. Loomis' for Addy. 1 fclt 
to keep my hat straight and the hair out of my eyes. 
The very hair that 1 had been so proud of, in it* 
length and abundance, nearly drove me wild. At 
last down it came, and J went along bounce, bounce, 
thump, thump, till it enveloped me like the Lady 
Godiva’s. 
After an eternity, it seemed to me, we reached 
Silver Spring. Never was a poor soul as glad of a 
respite from torture as I was. I attempted to jump 
from my horse, as 1 saw others do, but was so stiff 
and bruised that I pitched headlong, for the second 
time that morning, into Phil Darrah’s arms. 
Mrs. Jones, who expected us, had breakfast ready, 
and after binding up my hair, I determined not to 
think of the return, but to enjoy myself as much as 
possible. As for that addy Loomis, she hopped 
urouud like a bird, pitying me, and talking of the 
delights of riding on horseback at the same time. 
as well free my mind. 
Y r ou are behind the times, Mr. Editor. You don’t 
keep up with the “spirit of the press;” I supposed 
you went in for “ Progress and Improvement.” When 
you took “ Excelsior” for your motto. I thought you 
meant to get ahead and keep ahead of all competi¬ 
tors, but where do 1 find you? leagues in the rear, 
sir—actually crawling. 
Now, I like consistency. I advise you to scratch 
out that motto from your next issue and substitute a 
snail rampant, “But what have I done?” you ask. 
1 answer, “Nothing.” it’s of what you have left 
undone I speak. Now, Mr. Editor, J take the papers 
—religious, political, benevolent, miscellaneous, ag¬ 
ricultural, Ac., and these long evenings I read what 
I like in them—sermons, secession news, love stories, 
essays by H. T. B., advertisements, Ac. By so doing 
1 hope to become a wiser if not a better man, and in 
the name of decency, I wish to inquire why it is 
that the Rural of all the crowd—the Rural, that 
my wife says is worth more than all the rest—the 
Rural, that my boys light for when it comes from 
tbe office, should refuse to publish those advertise¬ 
ments that come with healing on their wings? 
No Medical Advertisements! Why, sir, you are 
infatuated. These form part and parcel of nearly 
every paper I take—or borrow—except yours. 1 can 
get along; but think of the poor man who takes no 
few ill? 
For Moore s Rural New-Yorker. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 17 letters. 
My 13, 5, 7, 15 is a small, pointed piece of metal. 
My 1, 7,13, 10 is a metal. 
My 3, 9, 12, 7, 17 is a very useful piece of furniture. 
My 11, 2, 6.16 in ao animal. 
My 4. 8, 13, 14 in a part of a clock. 
My whole is the name of a United States Senator. 
Clayton, Len. Co., Mich., 1861. A. M. Baker. 
Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
ANALYTICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of three parte. My ftrat, when a noun, ie 
an ornament worn hy a certain religious sect; when an adjec¬ 
tive, It denotes a very unpleasant state of feeling. My 
second, when a verb, signifies to incise; when a noun, it 
denotes an incision. My third, when a noun, is a tool used 
by mechanics; when a verb, it is always in the past tense. 
Mv whole is always a noun, and is used by farmers and 
Mechanics. 
Panama, N. Y., 1861. Gashcm. 
TTsT Answer in two weeks. 
Pmi asked me to be helped to a second saucer of other paper—what can Ae know of those benefactors 
strawberries, bnt insisted upon her taking more. 1 of mankind who have scoured this lower world, ran- 
tw mv icinirduui bad deuarted. sacked the bowels of the earth, gone down lu diving 
saw u.e ,-any nsvp --~ " felt that my kingdom had departed. sacked the bowels oi me earm, gone uown m u.vm K 
some misgivings at the moment, hut when 1 saw her I ^ ^ dfeaded to return bomei only the uninitiated bells, aud ascended to the skies in balloons, in search 
put her foot in Phil Darrah’s hand, and spring like 
a bird to her horse, the whole thing seemed so easy 
that I was re-assured. She settled herself in her sad¬ 
dle, and gathered up her reins with all the calmness 
of a thorough horsewoman. The party then came 
across for me. There were four or live ladies, all of 
whom were accustomed to riding. I descended and 
opened the hall door just as Phil mounted the steps. 
The first thing I did was to get my feet so entangled 
in the skirt of my dress, in spite ot my practice, that 
I wa 3 precipitated into Mr. LUbkau’s arms. It 
might have been in a worse place, to be sure, but 
still it was awkward. Apdy Loomis sat and toyed 
with her whip, and watched me maliciously. 
“ Place your left foot on my hand. Miss Carry, il 
you please,” said Phil, who saw that I did not know 
how to proceed when I got to the horse. 
I did as directed, with both hands hanging hy my 
side. 
“Take the snaffic in your right hand, and then 
grasp the pommel,” said my instructor. 
I did not know the snaffle from the murtingal. 
Phil dropped my foot, placed the rein in my 
victim of a hard trotting horse can tell. When once of remedial agents? What can he know of the tre- 
6eated, I thought I Bhould never be able to move mendous plunges they are every day making into the 
again. I did not trust to my skill in mounting from science of medicine, and how they rise, bearing 
Phil's hand this time, hut got on Old Nick's back in 
the good old orthodox fashion—from a chair. 
My return c-onimeneed with the old bounce, bounce, 
enlivened occasionally with a flap of the arms, very 
ranch like that of the wings of a rooster before he 
crows. At last I got out of all patience, and taking 
the whip, which I had hung on the crutch of the 
science of medicine, and how they rise, bearing For Moores Rural xew-iore . 
aloft in triumph some pill, sirup, or balsam, which ARITHMETICAL PROBLEM. 
is calculated (see advertisements) to put to flight what is the number to which, if you add its half, itsthirJ, 
whole armies of diseases, and to send M. D's, under- - te fourth) and s i Ilk . 8nd fifty-four more, it will then be 
takers, and grave-diggerB into some other business? tripled? 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
A PUZZLE . 
G2t th2 b2st plp29i 38 th2 w491d-74492’s 95911 82w y49k29. 
Tipton, 1861. J w - A ’ 
E2P" Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
ARITHMETICAL PROBLEM. 
What is the number to which, if you add its half, it* thirl, 
ranch like that of the wings of a rooster before he What does he know of the “Pectorals, “Sarsapa- 
, crows At last I got out of all patience, and taking rillas,” “Liver Invigorators,” “Pills,” "Specifics,” 
“ the whip, which I had hung on the crutch of the Ac.! But over all, and beyond all, what does he 
ul saddle, not knowing how to hold it and my horse know of “Spalding's Cephalic Fills? 
U ] too, I gave Old Nick half a dozen cuts, as hard as Mr. Editor, I think I can understand how, in sheer 
Mesopotamia, O., 1861. 
Answer in two weeks. 
C. N. Bates. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, Sc.. IN No. 591. 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma:—Robert Anderson. 
Answer to Bouquet Of Flowers:— Ctfckoo-pink; Bur-gloss; 
Harebell; Card-a-miue; Hawthorn; Frank-in-cense; King¬ 
cup; Folly-an-thus; Japan-rose; Queen-rocker; Pride-of- 
ray strength and temper would let me lay on. The w ilf u l D ess, you have stouted it out against the “Re- ^ card-aoniue; Haw-thorn; Fre 
beast gave a spring, put his head down between his t j red physicians,” “Disabled Clergymen," Ac., but ^. p 0 J] y . an .thus; Japan rose ; Queer 
fore legs, 1 thought, and was oil'. I was charmed bovr yoQ ba ve withstood the seductive influences of Chiaa . De w. p iant 
with the experiment, the gait was so easy, and 6a j d Spalding, with his instructive, amusing, and Answer to Riddle:—Severn, Seven, Eve. 
shouted back in my triumphant delight to those I pro found advertisement, a column in length, is more Answer to Arithmetical Problem:—A, fi0.40; B, fS.80; C, 
had left. 1 never looked around, bat I heard the tban j can understand, when he so earnestly desires $5,60. Total, 24.80. 
clatter of horses' feet behind me for awhile, and to point out to a diseased and suffering public the 
then I pleased myself with the idea that 1 had dis- way to health and life. Does he not give the New MOORF’S RURAL NEW-YORKER, 
tanced them all. York Tribune $30,000 to insert said advertisement hiU i 
vv ' mr, r- * i /»T»t>« rilDUff 1 T' 
On and on went Old Nick and myself, I occasion- one year? Would he not make your already well- _ v yufeyt Y 
ii« lairohinir in mvdelieht at the rapid motion and filled purse [!!?— Ed.] still more plethoric for the AGRICULTURAL, IJTEhAli 
hand (I thought it took him longer to do it than was ally laughing in my delight at the rapid motion and filled purse [!! ?-Em] still more p.et o r 
- absolutely necessary,) ami showing me how to take easy pace, and giring the animal a cut if I found any same service? How disinterested m him 
is a “- j r- i_-. Wnmon 11 ns pbiiiiron mnnor wo frftelv that “all toe world may I 
to scatter 
hold of the ponmeL 
.indication of his flagging. "Women and children money so freely that “all the world” may be healed, 
“Sy aw*™*.” I, -r I- W of - appro.* -» - 
working in the fields threw down their implements good news, even when you might be well paid for 
IS PUBUSBEII EVERY SATCRDAY 
BY D. D. T. MOOBE. ROCHESTER, N- Y. 
Terms in Advance : 
Subscription — Two Dollars a Yeak To Clubs and 
the smile on Addy Loomis’ countenance. aud burned . * j • nt-mr* T think T should feel it iny duty, by Agents aa followsThree Copies one year, for $5, ^ix. an 
“ Not at Ail awkward," was tbe reply, “you will do Nick and I for their admiration.' How we gloried m acq ' * , t . t y e tratli ’one free to club agent, for $ 10 , Ten, and one free, for 115; 
Not at all ftwKwara, wa P j ^ bant8nian gallop, and how stirringly the close personal appeals, to endeavor to apply the ti uth c £ for m . TweD , y . and one free, for c», 
famously wlien you »»«„«. ,”,t. >w Plea»e .tern, ag.i», M I 
me to give you some lessous. Now, spring from fresh morn ng r) h i in S oDhicallv concluded do nut complain so much for myself as for less for- with an eure free co,.y ter ever? Ten Subscribers over Twenty 
your right foot.” no heed of the way, for I philosophically conciunea ao no c P ^ j t four col _ clnb papere to individuals and seat to as many 
I did spring, but somebn* my joints, doubled np that my horse knew it better then myself, . pm, a week A. these are to be P-Mbte. - 
it a!»avs puts one in mind of 'the dry bones, rat- I did spn.g, no, -r -a — 
**•’ 1 “ n t !“' rr»"r' " At ias. I notieed that we had left the high road. 
sm —---■ - " x -ur r:,i r, 
“But Phil Darrah may not value all these as attempted to mount. wonder 
tunate ones. Taking other papers, I get four col- Club papers directed to mdiv,duais ILrica 
nrnns oi Cephalic Pills a week. Ab the.e aic to be ^ oq fcfcnt to , he Uritiah province., our Cana- 
continued through the year, I already have the assu- d;an agent _ and friends juust add 12 .^ cents per copy to the 
ranee of 208 columns. These, united, would make a club nt/eto t t he Rural. The lowest price of copies sent to 
ladder reaching to the skies. Laid upon the ground Europe, Ac , is $ 2 . 50 -including postage. 
