As we looked throngh the long tunnel, it seemed a 
vision. Emerging, we come npon the town of Ruta, 
where we stopped. Here we alighted, and standing 
on the bold projection, looked oar fill. Before ns, 
spread out broadly, was the Mediterranean, called 
here, it mare di pomenle, below, a valley of richest 
verdure; to the left, terraced bills, green with vine 
festoons; to the right, countless hills, sloping down to 
the rocky ledges and caves where break the waves with 
ceaseless murmur; and beyond these bays, Genoa, 
the superb, with all her spires, and forte, and towers. 
The bells chimed softly in a round mosaic tower, 
with a marble shrine to the Virgin. We feasted our 
souls on this Hcene; we could not tire of looking at 
those vast hills, sloping so green to their rocky 
bases, on the numerous bays of the shining sea. 
Then we went back throngh the tunnel, in whose 
dark center is a shrine to the Madonna, and what a 
change. Before us were the mountains, below them 
the hills, far, far down a smiling valley. We sat npon 
a daisied knoll, and picked up bits of marble jutting 
The air was invigo- 
town, with a huge mountain for its background. 
Tbe gentlemen go rambling off and return with 
beautiful wild flowers. The ladies walk under the 
arch of the gateway, glad of the cool breeze after 
the hot and dusty day. At six o’clock all meet at 
the (able d'hote, which, despite the inevitable soup, 
with poor cheese in it, and the poor bread, proves 
to be very good. This hotel is, perhaps, rather 
better than tbe average of Italian country inns. 
Ton enter a court adorned with casts of two of 
Canova’s most celebrated figures. You wind up a 
Btone staircase, with marble niches. The rooms are 
neat and comfortable. The universal use of iron 
bedsteads, bo largely manufactured in the north of 
Italy, has brought much comfort Throughout Italy 
you find clean and good beds, often luxurious spring 
beds. The simple people are always kind and 
pleasant,— the hotel keepers themselves are some¬ 
times, however, very stifl' in their charges. 
Pietra Santa has much that would repay us for a 
longer stay, hut we are off the next morning at nine 
o’clock. We go out throngh the gate, leaving those 
venerable walls which might tell us bo many Guelph 
and Ghibelline legends, bad they but tODgues, and 
press onward through a most lovely and fertile coun¬ 
try. A glowing summer’s morning, birds singing 
on every tree, a profusion of wild flowers, all the 
brightness without the intense heat of the sun, tbe 
hard white road winding up and down hills and 
could a journey be 
Tib as easy to be heroes as to sit the idle slaves 
Of a legendary virtue carved npon our fathers' graves- 
J R, Lowell 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA. 
Though the mills of God grind Blowly, 
Yet they grind exceeding small; 
Though with patience He stands waiting, 
With exactness grinds He all. 
From Oie German. 
1am composed of 65 letters. 
My 23, 26, 29, 27, 8, 23, 44, 25, 23, 34. 20 is one of the United 
States. 
My 47. 54. 48, 2, 50, 19 is an island in the Atlantic ocean. 
My 40. 16. 27, 7. 45,19. 23,14, 24 is a bay off the coast of Maine. 
My 5, 09. 41, 26,11, 22. 42, 6, 32 is a city in Scotland. 
My 39. 9. 34, 21. 6. 46. 14 27 is a lake in Canada West. 
My 52, 55, 26, 38, 4 is a county in Indiana. 
My 35, 22, 31, 15, 17, 33, 13, 34, 3 is a cape on the coast of 
Africa 
My 4, 34, 18. 49, 7 is a river in Spain. 
My 23, 51, 19, 37, 25, 54, 12 is a village in New York. 
My 1, 25, 28, 10, 43, 27, 23, 36, 53 is a mountain in South 
America. 
My 51, 2, 28, 55 is a Bea in Asia. 
My whole, is a proverb of Solomon. 
Gainesville, Wyo. Co., N. Y. J. M. Brainerd. 
Answer in two weeks. 
It comes, it comes, or soon or late, 
Despite your butcher hordes.— 
The hour when right shall shatter might, 
Ideas conquer swords. Burrili, 
Miss not the occasion; by tbe forelock take 
That subtle power, the never halting time. 
Lest a mere moment's pntting off should make 
Mischance almost as heavy as a crime. 
Wordsworth. 
On high soars oor eagle, begemmed with the stars, 
A dread to our foe. but a dove to our brother; 
One talon still clinching the thunder of Mars, 
While the olive of peace is held forth in the other. 
The world may unite, 
With treble our might; 
We proffer them peace, but can meet them in fight. 
For the sons of Colombia have sworn to be free, 
And their arms shall maintain what their voices decree. 
Wordsworth. 
out of the slate rocks about ns, 
rating as wine, and far, far more so; it was so clear I 
that we heard a horse’s tramp at a mile distant. The 
olives, and firs, and pines gave blended hues to the 
mountain sides. We gathered daisies, and laid them 
away in our memories. That hoar and that view will 
ever have its own peculiar shrine. 
With extreme regret we left this charming town of 
Ruta, at 3 o’clock. Our road led up and down the 
hill sides and along the bays, with white villas and 
lofty campaniles sparkling on richly-wooded promon¬ 
tories. Figs and olives continued to abound, and we 
saw many picturesque olive gatherers in the trees, 
their bright red caps gleaming out at a distance like 
blossoms. 
Reoco is a pretty little town, with innumerable 
picturesque studies for the artist. There was a pretty 
bridge, and peasants near it washing their linen, or, 
as ig the custom, beating the clothes on the steme*. 
Now we go np, and now down bills, every step a 
picture; here an old arch, with ivy garlanding it; 
here a steep wall of rock rises, and on the other side, 
overhanging the sea, ft garden full of the perfume of 
roses, with tall oleanders in bloom. Hedges of prickly 
pear and curious flowers mingle with vines and 
olives, and figs, and orange groves. 
Nervi, a gay little town, with a pretty bridge of 
three arches, preserves, and bright painted houses,— 
five boys bestride one donkey,—mc-n pass with bags 
on their heads, instead of hats. We rattle furiously 
through the village, past queer old frescoes, an old 
church, a campo sftnto, a fine old ruin, a stone 
parapet that seemed to jut over tbe sea, and we come 
to a wretched little village of picturesque and dirty 
fishermen. The white waves broke on rocks, and 
“The stately ships go on to their haven,” 
The “ sailor lad ” has never heard of Tennyson, but 
he recalls to us this most exquisite poem. 
And so on we go. The glittering sunlight on tbe 
sea has given place to shadows and softer hues, 
while the mountain tops are rosy with a glorious 
sunset, as we begin to count the forte of Genoa. A 
few moments more, and we are speeding through the 
obi gate,—we are in the streets,—we meet carts and 
carriages, gay horsemen, and peasants in cotton 
vails, monks, and soldiers. We cannot repress our 
disgust at being again in a town,—at leaving behind 
us forever all that glorions scenery, Alas, alas! -we 
have lost it. We rattle on, iu these narrow streets, 
with Mgb bouses, shutting out light; we see the 
Genoese ladies wrapped in their vails, with that 
stately grace peculiar to them, moving to their houses. 
Suddenly we stop. Here is the Hotel d’ Italic, with 
its court and statues,—we must alight, Adieu to the 
Vettura, the gay Vetturino, and adieu to the journey 
from Pisa to Genoa. Arno. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
HOW WAS IT DONE? 
A sharp youth, having gone to visit a good-natured 
country uncle, the latter placed on a table fifteen large, fine 
oranges, and fifteen apples, and desired bis promising young 
nephew to take half Young America, not altogether liking 
the apples, was about to help himself to the oranges; but 
this monopoly of the best fruit being objected to, the old 
gentleman told him to range all the fruit in a circle, and 
take every ninth. Our hero, nothing daunted, mustered kia 
wits, and very cleverly ranged them in such a way that, by 
taking away every ninth, he left all the apples on the table, 
and pocketed the oranges. How did he arrange them? 
Glendale, Ohio, 1861. J. M. C. 
fj?” Answer in two weeks. 
through long avenues of trees, 
performed under finer advantages'/ 
The country is in the highest state of cultivation; 
and the fresh green of the leaves which have not 
long waved in the wind, gives a peculiar living 
beauty to the landscape. The wheat fields are ko 
radiant, they ueew aB if the sunlight had burst up 
through them. All along, whenever we meet peasants, 
they throw in ft handful of flowers—hunches of 
daisies and buttercups, knotted with grass, and 
sometimes the wild thyme, which recalls like a Btrain 
of music, 
" 1 know a bank whereon the wild thyme grows.’’ 
These dear Italians, how they love flowers. It always 
seems as if tbe French cultivated flowers, and cared 
for them and arranged them bo admirably, on account 
of the artistic effect they produce; but tbe Italians 
love flowers because they are flowers,—for their sweet 
speech and comfort. 
We pass on through noble groves of olives, and 
drive, without stopping, through Massa, with its 
hold fortifications. With its grand background of 
mountains, its crescent of bouses looks finely. We 
pass the ruins of the Castle of Montignofio, situated 
on a commanding eminence, and which has an inter¬ 
esting history. The road here winds along by groves 
of lemon and orange. The trees were loaded with 
fruit, but hardly ripe. On the other side were the 
mountains of Carrara, with tbe vast marble quarries 
looking like snow on their giant sides. A playful 
dispute was kept up about the snow and marble 
mountains. The scenery is line ail the way to Sar- 
gnna, a small and disagreeable town. We cross the 
Magru, now quite low. This river was the former 
boundary of the Genoese and Tuscan .States. 
“ Magra che per cormin corto 
So Genovese par to dal Toscano. 4 ’ 
Just before reaching Spezia, we begin to feel some 
of the beauty of this celebrated Corniche road, as 
we catch glimpses of the blue Mediterranean. It 
received its name before the present magnificent 
road was dronmod of, wlion thorn was but " «■ mm 
ledge on the side of the rock, a relic of the Roman 
Aurelian way, overhanging the sea, in many parts 
scarcely wider than for a single horse or mule, and 
of which the terrors were equal to the beauties.” 
The present broad and handsome road is like aught 
but a cornice; yon ride with stupendous rocks on 
one side, and the steep precipice, below which the 
sea breaks, on the other, without an emotion of fear. 
The variety of trees, the alternations of scenery, the 
views of sea and mountain, render this the most 
beautiful road in the world. 
We arrived at Spezia at three o’clock. The Al- 
bergo, or Hotel de 1’ Univers, is just on the shore, 
and finely situated. The scenery is most charming 
about Spezia, but other tourists, whose works are 
well known, have done such ample justice to it, we 
will not attempt a description of its hay and moun¬ 
tains. We bad a magnificent sunset, behind five 
ranges of mountains, and the different lights and 
shadows, and the soft hues iu the water, were inde¬ 
scribably lovely. We gave a sigh for poor Shelly, 
for the poetic scene recalled to us the fact that in 
this very hay his body floated in to land—“Cor 
cordium.” 
We watched the snowy crests melt into the misty 
sky and the, shades obscure the castle, the long 
greyish line come upon the sea, and then turned to 
the gardens which are near the hotel. Here there 
are long high avenues of box, there are hedges of 
roses in full bloom, and hosts of other flowers. A 
[Foreign Correspondence of the Rural New-Yorker.] 
PROM PISA TO GENOA. 
We left Florence on a bright summer’s day, for 
though but the 15th day of April, tile delicious 
prima vera had tempered the atmosphere to the soft¬ 
ness of our balmiest- air. The blue sky was bright 
above ns; the golden sunlight poured its glory over 
the city and country. Never had the Arno, the tow¬ 
ers, and the mountains seemed so very beautiful, as 
when we sadly gazed on them for the last time. 
The foliage was In all its first freshness and fullness, 
and as we drove past the entrance of the Casclne to 
the depot, never had that enchanting avenue ho 
beamed with a luxury of living green. Dark ivy, 
tender, filmy willows, graceful elms, strong oaks, 
blended their shades together. 
Reluctantly we stepped into the carriages. Sadly, 
as the train moved off, we looked hack at lovely 
Florence, hast of all, we saw the Campanile and 
the Duomo. First of all to greet, us, it was tbe last 
to give its partiug benediction. 0, beautiful Flor¬ 
ence !—beloved and yearned-for from childhood— 
farewell! Never shall we forget the thrill with which 
we entered, nor the sadness with which we quitted, 
that dear old city. 
Fiesole was the last to fade from our vision, and 
we now whirled rapidly through the fertile fields of 
the Val d’Arno. At Pina we went to the Hotel de 
l’Univers, as the little inn is termed. Some amusing 
attempts at English advertisements ot» the walls, 
reminded ns of a queer thing that a friend copied 
for ub, from a printed card, with elegant adornments, 
on gilt paper, pasted up for the benefit, and improve¬ 
ment of English tourists, at the diligence oilice for 
Bologna, at Florence. 1 copy it verbatim rt literatim 
el punclutUim . 
“ Long time, since, travellers are wishing to spare 
every trouble and ransom which are liable to during 
their travels, applying to ft special office kept by 
honest persons, — 
This Company satisfying with such a want is Inking 
care of the conveyance of travellers from London to 
Paris, and to all tnu principal towns on the Mediter¬ 
ranean and vice versa paying all the fares of the ho¬ 
tels of the ludgage. every fee, every custom house 
duty, and seeming also places to the steamboat Mes- 
sagerieH, aud railway offices.” 
The composer of this elaborate persuasive to tour¬ 
ists, probably imagined himself a benefactor to the 
English race. 
The next morning, the arrangements were com¬ 
pleted for our journey. As the first day’s post is the 
shortest of ail, we are not to start till twelve. An 
agreement has before been drawn up and signed by 
the Vetturino, to take the party of seven travelers 
from Pisa to Ccnoa for the sum of eleven Napoleons. 
This of course does not include hotel expenses, but 
it comprehends the buouo mono, or drink money, 
that item so vexatious to travelers. The Vetturino 
is a handsome Italian, brown as a berry, with large, 
melting black eyes, all fire and tenderness, that muBt 
produce in the hearts of the Contadina a commotion 
like that of the knight who 
“ Struck ladies into trouble, 
As bis sword struck men to death.” 
He is attired in gay trowsers, with a Roman sash of 
many colors, a bine blouse, and a round, black 
Roman hat. 
The Vettura comes to the door,—a large heavy 
carriage, comfortably lined inside like a coach, with 
wood seats. It has a covered seat in front, called 
the coupe, and before that, the driver’s seat. The 
trunks are brought out aud strapped on the boot 
behind, and tightly covered for the journey. Then 
the portmanteaus, sacques and shawls are stowed in 
another boot on top of the carriage. All this while, 
a crowd of lookers-on keep up the liveliness of the 
scene, and add to its noise by their comments. 
Now the ladies come out, and take their seats in¬ 
side, and proceed to the arrangement and division 
of feminine appurtenances. The satchels and lunch- 
hags are taken care of, papers of crackers, books, 
and a bottle of wine are stowed iu the capacious 
pockets of the carriage. A little net above receives 
parasols and small necessaries. Tbe ruaitre d’liotol 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
ARITHMETICAL PROBLEM. 
A Colonel formed bis regiment int<? a square, (that is, an 
equal number in rank and file.) and found that he had 39 
men over; and increasing the n inn tier in both rank and file 
by one man, he wanted 24 men to complete the square. How 
many men bad he? 
Alabama, N. Y., 1861. A. B. Norton. 
537 s ” Answer in two weeke. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &c., IN No. 594, 
Answer to Biblical Enigma:—Who so keepeth his month 
and his tongue, keepeth his soul from troubles. 
Answer to Riddle:—To day. 
Qlimcrtiscnicnte 
Weigh lews —cost less— heard further 
than other rust eln*> Bella Never 
break bv frosts Warranted 12 mopths. 
Send fiir circulars and testimonials.— 
Fixtures made by myself, at lowest 
i-ii’c# Send for Circulars. 
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Do. Field Look ot ManureH 1 25 
riridgemaii i. Card. Ass'l... 1 Fst 
Du. Florist'S Guide. 60 
l)o. Kitchen Gui-tlener s In¬ 
structor...-— to 
Do. Frillt Cult. Manual ... to 
BrcckV Bookof Flow re—I Oil 
lluiet s Flower Garden . 1 25 
Do. Familv Kitchen Card. 76 
Chemical Field Lectures . 1 00 
Chinese Sugar Cane and 
Sugar Making. 25 
Chorlton’s Grape Growers 
Guide...... to 
Cobbett's Am. Gardener... 60 
Col Urge and Farm Bee¬ 
keeper .. - 50 
Cole's Am. Fruit Boob. to 
Do. Am. Veterinarian. 50 
1 ladd's Modern Horse Doc. 1 00 
Do. Am. Cattle Doctor 1 00 
Do. Anatomy and Physi- 
oluy of tho Horse..2 00 
Do. colored plates-.....4 00 
DanitV Muck Manual.100 
Do. Prise Essav on Manures 25 
DarlingtonF Weeds and Use¬ 
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Davy's Devon Herd Book. .100 
Domestic and Ornamental 
Poultry..100 
Do. colored platen. .2 (HI 
Dow ning’s Fruits and Fruit 
Trees.........175 
Downing's Landscape Gar¬ 
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Du. Rural Essays. ... 300 
Eastwood b Cranberry Cul¬ 
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Elliott's West Fruit Book 1 25 
Every i-ady her own Flower 
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Family Doctor by Prof. U. 
S Taylor.. .125 
Farm Drainage, (H. F. 
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Fessenden's Fanner aud 
Gardener . 1 25 
Do. Am Kitchen Garden.. 50 
Field's Pear Culture.1 to 
Fivh Culture.1 to 
Flint on Giasws... .125 
Guenon on Milch Cows...60 
HerLcrt to Horse-keepers.. 125 
Hooper's Dog k Gun, paper. 25 
Do. do. cloth., 60 
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some village with a very curious cuurcn, ana nne 
campanile. The hells in the tower are ringing for 
noon as we pass—the snu reigns in an unclouded 
zenith—the peasants sleep in their carts. We creep 
up the mountain slowly; up, till the tall firs seem to 
be lost in clouds. The wild flowers here are very 
beautiful; there were whole rows of the wild glad- 
iola. The little beggars now pressed on both sides 
of us with their roses, lilacs, and jasmins. Great 
hedges of hawthorn, in full bloom, furnish other 
beggars with missiles to attract our attention. We 
had a splendid view from this mountain top, and 
made a rapid descent down, down, te a long tunnel, 
through which suddenly broke upon us the whole 
bay, and the city of Genoa in the distance. The 
magic of this enchanting view was indescribable. 
