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KUKAL HEW-YC 
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THE TWO FURROWS. 
BY C. n. WEBB. 
The Springtime came, but not with mirth— 
The banner of our trust, 
And with it the best hopes of earth 
Were trailing in the dust. 
The Farmer Favr the shame from far, 
And stopped hut plow afield; 
“ Not the blade of peace, but the brand of war, 
This arm of mine must w ield. 
When traitor hands that flag Would slain, 
Their homes let women keep; 
Until It* itars burn blight again, 
J.et others sow and reap.’’ 
The Farmer sighed—“ A lifetime long 
The plow has been my trust; 
In truth it were an arrant wrong 
To leave it now to rust.” 
With ready strength the l-arrr.er tore 
The iron from the wood, 
And to the village smith he bore 
That plowshare stout and good. 
The blacksmith’s arms were bare and brown, 
Ilia bellows wheezed and roared; 
The Farmer flung his plowshare down— 
“ Now forge me out a sword!" 
And then a merry, merry chime 
The sounding anvil rung; 
Good sooth, it was a nobler rhyme 
Than ever poet sung. 
The blacksmith wrought with skill that day, 
The blade was keen and bright, 
And now where thickest is the fray 
The Fanner leads the fight. 
Not as of old that blade he sways 
To break the meadow’s sleep, 
And through the rebel ranks he lays 
A fuiTow broad and deep. 
The Farmer's face is burned and brown, 
But light Is on his brow, 
Right well he wots what blessings crown 
The furrow of the Plow. 
“ But better is to-day’s success ’’— 
Thus rau the Farmer's word— 
“ For nations yet unborn shall bless 
This furrow of the Sword.” 
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large kitchen, and, a moment later, the happy, re- knowledge of books, and a high range of thought, 
united family were sitting around the well filled table. Kittie thought, “He is a farmer.’’ And the thing 
The plain farmer had never received what is called a was decided in her own mind, that she didn't exactly 
good education, and if he ever made mistakes in like him. This conclusion she communicated to 
speaking, they were silently passed by. though for a Ned, ere they separated for the night, and Ned only 
time, when the father had caught himself in a ludi- laughed. 
crons mistake, bis eyes would turn instinctively to After breakfast the next morning, when Kittie 
his college-bred son and his accomplished daughter, had seen everything and praised all, she danced into 
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But never seeing even a smile on their faces, this con¬ 
straint wore away, and a pleasant chat, in which all 
bore their dne share, succeeded. Mr. Leigh pos¬ 
sessed that reverence for learning which most people 
who have felt its need do; therefore, ho desired his 
children to learn all that Colleges could teach. 
“What delicious peaches, father,” said Kittie, 
tasting them. 
the kitchen and begau wiping the dishes. 
“Kittie, I don’t want you to work around,” said 
her fond mother, “just keep your hands white, for 
visitors may come, dow you’ve got home.” The 
father’s eyes twinkled as he sat in his old rush-bot¬ 
tomed chair, which was tilted on two legs, and he 
waited impatiently for the answer. 
“ Why, mother,” answered Kittie laughing, “my 
A flush of gratified pride lit up the old man’s face hands arnt the kind that soil so that soap and water 
as he answered, “Well, I guess they’re as good as can ’t whiten them, besides if they were, I shouldn’t 
any hereabouts.” be easy to see you doing the work, and your girl gone 
After Bupper, Ned and Kittie went out into the too, no indeed.” 
orchard, ami down by the brook. “ You’re the gal for me!” said Mr. Leigh slapping 
“How are all the people,” asked Kittie, plucking her shoulder, in approbation, “I like to see gals as 
a wild blossom which grew at her feet. aren’t ashamed to help their mothers. I thought that 
“ All well, and no changes, excepting Mr. Harris that boarding school would spile you, but it aint a 
has sold out and gone w.c-st, I understand.” mite; not a single mite!” he said, still louder, as he 
“Mr. Harris Holdout! Who’s there now? Any Bftw Mr. Hahtingb at the door, where he had evi- 
one that can take the place of Jane in my esteem? I dently heard the whole eulogium. 
shall miss Jane so,” she added, with a sigh. “Come over to see the colt, eh?” he asked direct- 
“I don't know that the occupant will take the j D g b j a attention from the blushing Kittie to the 
place of Jane, Kittie, — perhaps so!” be said, visitor; “well, come right out to the barn.” 
roguishly. Kittie had none of that little spirit which often 
“Why, Ned, who is it? ’ causes young men and women to be ashamed of their 
“A gentleman who has improved the old house; p arent6 . 0I1 the contrary, she was rather proud of 
just notice it when we get back; you know it s just t hem. Proud of her father's honest integrity, his 
opposite our house, or nearly so. He has added 
three or four beautiful bay windows, and built a 
wing, and new kitchen; you ought to Bee the house, 
Kittie; you wouid’nt know it.” 
“ But the man himself; is he married, bachelor, or 
widower? And arc there no women over there?” 
“He is a bachelor, about thirty, a bankrupt mer- 
kind heart, and her mother’s goodness, and she loved 
them tenderly. The dishes were placed on their 
shelves, the kitchen swept, and Kittie was making a 
pudding, when the gentlmen returned. 
“Como right in, Mr. Hastings, never mind the 
women folks,” waB Mr. Leigh's well-meant invita¬ 
tion, which was accepted in the sanpi spirit as given. 
“Pray who is ‘our shadow,’ my dear young lady?” 
queried Ned. 
“‘Farmer Hastings,’ of coarse, bnt it's half an 
hour before sun-down now, and we've plenty of time, 
do come, Ned!” she said pleadingly. 
“Then run and get ready, Sis,” he answered smil¬ 
ing. Kittie ran to the house and soon returned, 
habited for a ride, with her long riding-habit caught 
up, and her hat set on jauntily; but her surprise was 
equalled by her grief, when she saw that Ned, though 
the horses were ready, was detained by a visitor. 
Ned came forward, helped her to mount her horse, 
and then said, “I’ll try and overtake you, Sis. I 
won’t be detained long.” 
At first Kittie rode slowly, but liking excitement, 
she whipped her horse to a fierce gallop and she was 
surprised to find how soon she came to the brook, in 
the ravine. The brook was wide, and she wished to 
cross it, and so, like a brave, adventurous girl, Bhe 
caugbl a limb of a tree, and swung herself to a stone 
in the center. Letting go of It, she begun to con¬ 
sider her further prospects, and, catching a glimpse 
of a form on horse-back, coining up the road, she 
begun to be uneasy as to how she should get off her 
pile of stones, either way. Bhe recognized the form 
of Mr. Hastings, whom Ned had probably sent in 
his etead. Her face flushed at wbat Bhe now called 
her “unaccountable freak,” though Blie had before 
termed it “good fun.” Concluding to make the 
best of it, she bowed smilingly, in reply to his 
amused look. 
“You present a fine appearance, viewed from this 
eminence, Mr. Hastings,” Bhe said laughing. 
“Doubtless your horse does too, Miss Kittie; 
wouldn’t yon like some assistance? you look as if 
you were in trouble.” 
“No, I thank you; 1 believe I’ll rely on my own 
wit. This is a fine tree here in the stream.” 
“ Yes, can’t you reach it? let me assist you.” 
“No, sir, I prefer not,” she answered, nettled a 
little, that he should see her perplexity. 
lie waited on the bank, until he saw that she could 
lifil anti Unmet 
WAR WIT. 
A OAD TO JEFF. DAVIS, 
chant, but a good farmer, Kittie, and an old woman R wftg evidently something new for the owner of the devige no m()ang of getting off, then he started to her 
keeps bis house, and they have two servants. “ Grange ” to call in the day-time for a sociable talk. re | i( . r 
“A bankrupt merchant! Why, what made him . Mrs. Leigh dropped hc-r knitting in somthing like » n if abonld send mv horse here. I’m sure I 
come here?” asked Ned's sister, in astonishment. 
“Fate. But, now I think of it, be wasn’t a mer¬ 
chant at all; be was once a lawyer, and bis physician 
told him that only an active, country life would pro¬ 
long his days. He puts his mind and heart in his 
work, and 1 think the place improves under his man¬ 
agement. He is none of your amateur farmers, Bis, and 
he isn’t afraid of a plow, or a yoke of oxen. And oh, 
The following from the Knickerbocker for July wa 3 
written by a genius that is bound to shine some day, 
if he lives and does well: 
Oh, wonderful man, 
Dare I hope my pen can 
Do justice to such a grate feller as you? 
Oh. wot kin I say, 
Or wot kin I do, 
In a poetick manner to put you through! 
Ah, where shall I look, 
In wot history or book, 
To find out your ekwaljby book or by crook? 
There was Seiser an’ Brackus, 
Punchn* Pilot an‘ Backus, 
Napowlion, Mark Antony, Brutons, and Burr, 
One an’ all in their time made a stir; 
There was Allover Crommell, that knocked off the crown 
From the head of a king. Bnt to come later down, 
There's Looi Napowlion, a grate man indeed, 
Bnt they're nothin' to yon, for the didn’t secede. 
Ah, where kin I find out a match for you? Where! 
If 1 don’t lilt It soon, I II give up in dispair. 
1 have it—grate Davis, no fear of a libel 
In a counterpart for you—his name's in the Bible. 
The first of seceders, I read it in skool, 
Be was tiied of serving, and wanted to rule; 
But history tells u* what to him befell, 
He was kicked out of heaven and driven to—well, 
Yon kin see in the book, 
If yon happen to look, 
The way that was taken his goose for to cook. 
Now, between yon and I, 
I’ve been told—it's no lie— 
By a man wot's deep lettered, a grate vary avis, 
That's Lucifer's Latin for Jefferson Davis! 
Some of the letters from volunteers are highly 
interesting, and cannot fail, in many instances, to 
cause the most sedate to smile at some of the inci¬ 
dents of a soldier's life. One letter says to a friend, 
“My wife came onto see me at our camp. Thank 
heaven, she brought, needles and thread with her. 
My ro^-lan had nearly played out. My pants have 
been drilled to death. T have been walking in my 
JUU£ 14*0 
I ft * jFtflfg'StUi*. 
- he isn’t afraid of a plow, or a 
[Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker ] Kittie, he has an excellent 1 
. ti a mjrnio •\xrrr , r' enthusiastically. 
J\ rAlvMJhK b \\ 1 Fib. “Has he? Arc you over there much?” asked 
Kittie. 
BY ERNESTINE HAMILTON. . , .. , , 
“Yes, considerable; and he spends half his even- 
“Kittik’s coming home to-night, mother; it’s a ings at our house; I hope you 1) like him, perhaps as 
good while to six, and the stage is so long coming I much as Jane Harris, eh, Sis? ’ 
guess I’ll go down to the orchard and get some of “Never, Ned,” said “Sis,” most decidedly, 
those great peaches she likes bo well,” said good “I prophesy that you'll think still more of him, 
Farmer Leigh. said Nep, teasingly. 
“Do, Joijn, and I’ll make some of her favorite “ For shame, Nep Leigh ! /never intend to marry 
cream bisenit. I’ll warrant they will taste good a farmer; 1 wouldn't for anything; I intend to live in 
to the dear child; they say that boarding-Bchools have the city when I’m married. 
Kittie, he has an excellent library, ’ said Nkij, rather ( j oor ^ and out j nto orchard where Nep was, 
“ Grange ” to call in the day-time for a sociable talk. relief . „ My wife camft on ^ Bee me a t our camp. Thank 
for Mrs. Leigh dropped hc-r knitting m somthing like „ 0> if you 6b ouId send my horse here, I’m sure I heaven, Bhe brought needles and thread with her. 
surprise, but Kittie kept on in the even tenor of could get back; here.’Wild, Wild!' she called to My rag-lan had nearly played out. My pants have 
her way,” and quietly deposited her pudding in the t ], ftt animal. But the horse did not care for his been drilled to death. T have been walking in my 
oven, and then proceeded to removing the Boiled y 0ung mistress’ call, and stood obstinately where she boot-^.v for three weeks. 1 wish my wife was a 
dishcH, which occupation was interrupted by the aji- j e ft bim. The fine, da.k eyes oi Mr. Hastings B hocmaker. The hoys will soon have their new har- 
pearancc of the maid-oi'nll-work. gleamed with fun, though he was usually very grave, neBBi Wc are as happy as bobtailed horses in fly 
Kittie went up stairs, removed her mother’s great an( j ag b j 8 horse stood, with its rider, by the heap of time.” 
apron, brushed her curls, tied on her great gipsey atones, Kittie said in a vexed tone, ' 1 1 
flat, danced down stairs, out of tbo sitting-room **your horse, it seems, isn’t as disobedient as The Southern Loan.— In the utter absence of 
such poor fare. Won’t she be glad to get home?” 
and good Mrs. Leigh stirred her cake most vigor¬ 
ously preparatory to putting it in the oven. 
“ I guess I’ll get the little willow basket and fill it; 
these early peaches arc excellent. If you want any 
help, Toil ami Willie ar j in the shed.” Bo Baying, 
Mr. Leigh started for the orchard, while the mother 
busied herself about the house. 
“Boys, T want you to go out to the barn and find 
all the eggs you can; 1 want to make some cream 
biscuit for Kittie ! 
“What if Kittie shouldn't come, mother,” sug- 
“ I prophesy you’ll marry a farmer,” said Ned, in 
hia teasing way, simply to make the color rise to 
Kittik’s cheek and the sparkle to her eyes, inwardly 
totally oblivious of the fact that there was a gentle¬ 
man awaiting her appearance in the kitchen. 
“ Where's l'uss? It seems as if It took gals a long 
time to fix up,” said Mr. Leigh, some time after, 
when the conversation began to droop. 
“ Why, she’s been out in the orchard, helpin’ Nep, 
this half hour. Shall I call her?” asked Mrs. Leigh. 
“No, I guess I’ll go out too, jest to see how lliey 
get along; we've got 'mazin’ large peaches, Mr. 
Hastings: won’t you come out and try a few?” 
“ Thank you, sir, ) should he glad tc; 1 know that 
your peaches are very delicious,” answered the 
gentleman. 
“To be sure, to be sure! You've got some just 
“Your horse, it seems, isn’t as disobedient as 
mine.” 
“ My horse,” he answered, “knows better than to 
disobey his master. May I help you, now, Miss 
Kittie.?” 
“If you please, seeing I cant get back any ether 
way.” 
“May I ask one little condition, Kittie?” he 
whispered in a different tone. There was no fun 
now, and the voice trembled with emotion. 
“ 1 don’t care,” was the reply. 
“May I curry my Kittie back? Will yon promise 
to be my own Kittie, or can’t you love me?” he 
asked in the same way, his grave, anxious face look¬ 
ing down in hers. Kittie thought now. Could she 
give up her ideal, for this reality? Could she he a 
fo* ih m 
“ WVH sec, Pnsftte.” 
“Wbat’B the same ef your wonderful friend of the 
bay windows?” asked Kittie, a minute later. 
“ Hastings! Tlu-re, Sis, don’t the old house look 
improved?” lie asked, drawing her up to a little 
sweet voice of Kirrip. and deep, rich one of Ned 
joined. K ittie saw her father, hut she did not notice 
gested the bright-eyed, mischievous Tom, a boy of knoll. “Bee the turrets; aint they an improvement: 
! There, Sis, don’t the old house look the guest, he beipg a little behind. 
l6 asked, drawing her up to a little “So that wonderful Mr. II abtings ha. 
thirteen. 
“Kittie never disappoints us; she always keeps 
her word, my son! So hurry, Tom.” 
“Mother, 1 guess Kittik'11 he glad to see Bruno, 
don’t you? She thinks he's the best dog in the world,” 
said Willie, “his mother’s girl,” so they all culled 
him; he was so quiet, bo delicate, ready always to 
help his mother, whom he devotedly loved. 
“Willie, 1 wish you'd gather boiuo nice Uowers, 
some roses, and any of Kittib’s favorites, and put 
theminthe vase in her room,—and oh, Willie, don’t 
forget some for the parlor; everything must look 
nice, now Kittie’s coming,” said his mother. 
At lust things were all arranged. The roses were 
in their vases, the tea table was set, the britannia tea- 
“Yes,” admitted "Bis,” hut 1 like the old farm¬ 
house, ours, you know, just as well. What docs he 
want bucIj a great hotel for?” 
“ City notions, pet! But father'll want you to play 
‘Home, Sweet Home,’ so come dearie, besides the 
night air isn’t good for such a delicate puss as 
yon are.” 
“ Father was glad to see me at home; don t yon 
think so?” querried the yonug lady of many names. 
“Yes, and mother, too; by the way, mother keeps 
a girl, only she’s gone home to-day.” 
“Don’t you think mother works too hard? Bhe 
looks tired aud care-worn, Nep. 1 mean she shall 
rest now.” 
Nep looked at Kittie’s soft, white hands, and men- 
lt!e “So that wonderful Mr. 11 actings has gone, father; 
*ji! here's the nicest peach on that whole tree, and 1 
rm- saved it for you, Ned has one for mother.” 
be “The wonderful Mr. Hastings has not gone,” Baid 
that gentleman's rich voice, in a laughing tone. 
,j ay “Oh!” said Kittie, with a shocked stmt. 
1be “Never mind, little Bis, it isn’t as had as if he’d 
ag heard wbat you said a little while ago,” said Nkp 
with a roguish attempt at consolation. Kittie soon 
y 0ll recovered her spirits and pot those of the guest all in 
PB< a flutter by her bright, witching ways. 
■eps “ My PuBS never could keep still,” apologized the 
father, who showed that he wasn't sorry,” she was 
She always as frisky as a young colt, bnt I always like to 
prompted to herself the woman-like answer, “For 
the love of thee!" and laying her hand in his, she 
raid, in a low tone, 
“ You may carry mo across," 
His eye, keen and piercing, searched the blushing 
face, and again lie whispered, 
"As my betrothed wife?” 
“ Yes,” was the answering whiBper, and without a 
word, he took her tenderly in his arms, tacked up 
her dress, that it shouldn’t reach the water, and soon 
landed her safe on the shore. 
“Thank you, Mr. II astinos,” said Kittie, with a 
blush and a’smilc. 
“Bay, ‘ thank yon, Harry,’ ” he said, holding her 
hand, as they stood together on the ground. 
“ ‘ Thank "you. Hakry,”’ reiterated the obedient 
Kittie. looking steadfastly at the water. 
As they rode homeward their hearts were filled 
with new hopes, and strange, sweet dreams,- the 
gentleman forgot all bis hopes for fame, and longed 
lor nothing save to call this bright, young creature 
his own, and investing his country life with a mist Of 
see a gal full of fun. and my Puss is as nice a gal as joy and pleasures; Kittie, in her happiness, forgot 
.... ^ ],er childish dreams and was thankful that her lot in 
there is in these pa is. wftg p 0 be hand In band with this man who hold 
To this proposition, the guest cordially assented, her as the apple of his eye, and her heart swelled 
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father bo much that he gave an earnest invitation to d bften aB strong as now. 
remain to dinner. This invitation Ned seconded Niu? had given up the thought that Kittie would 
pot brought out, aud a vftse of flowers occupied the tally wondered if his sister intended that they should as it was precisely his opinion, an 1 11S 1’ ease / c ber aspiratious and strivings for the noble and the 
center of the table. “ What fool’s notion is that?" supply the place of “ mother’s” hard working ones, father bo much that he gave an earnest luvitu ion o K00( j bee n as strong as now. 
asked to farmer, good nature,lly, as Ue entered the •' Come, ,„.«s, g it'« u. 'llennie Doon- and ‘Street remain to dinner. This invitat on k» Moonded Sn tod ritm up to ItojjM W 
kitchen, and saw the floral embellishment. Home,’ said Mr. Lkigu, as Kitty seated herself, very with a sly allusion tu viniii s pm mg. so , fane, he read the manly tenderness of the one, and 
“ 0 , Kittie likes it so, anil she must have her own coolly, on his knee. ings remained. !• rotn that nne c gi w \ ly g the trusting dependance of tho other. Thatevening 
wav mustn’t she John ?” answered his wife, smiling. “ Kitty aroec and played them, to the evident satis- borly, as Mrs. Leigii remarked, and he brought many Mr< H ASTING8 asked Farmer Lkigu for his daughter. 
“b, they won't do any harm, 1 Yposo; but, mother, faction of her father. She sung with simple grace, a hook and newspaper to the Lkigu’s, and lie often and T 5' ia *h il'b" b lo ndT v' a - in Id °rm 1 ’'un d 
it seems to me you look rather pretty to-day; is it and very sweetly, but without affectation. She saw joined Neh and Kittie in their horse-hack rides, and 
your new dress?” Ned’s proud glance; and while she still lingered over their merry-makings. Nep looked on with a com- •• KimE's a good gal; she's a great help to mother 
“ That makes me think, John; I wish you'd put on some other father’s old and favorite tunes, she heard placent smile, and often thought of a remark he and a comfort to Baafl,hiit I’m willin' if molhfeFis.^ 
a coat; shirt shccves don’t look just right to welcome 
Kittie in. Let me get your linen coat.” 
“No. you don’t catch me fixing up for the child,” 
he returned good hiimorediy, “no use in humoring 
her high notions so, besides it's too warm.” 
“ IIow nicely you look, mother,” said Edward, the 
eldest son, entering the kitchen. 
The mother's care-worn cheek flushed with pride at 
this compliment from her brave, manly, honest son, 
who had numbered twenty-three years. 
“Nkp, father, mother, the stage has come,” 
shouted Tom, in the kitchen door, and then starting 
for the gate. 
Nep was there as soon ns he, and the parents stood 
on the low piazza, in front of tbo sitting-room, wait¬ 
ing anxiously. But warm, country hearts prompted 
them to go to the gate too, and an affectionate scene 
of kissing and sobbing took place, which was ended 
by Nan’s forcibly seizing Kittie, and carrying her 
into the house. Tom and Willie carried the satch¬ 
els, ar d father shouldered the trunk. 
When Kittik's bonnet and cape were removed, 
there appeared a young girl of seventeen, gay, joyous, 
and laughing, frolicsome and witty. Kittie pos¬ 
sessed a fine intellect, well cultivated, a light heart, a 
good figure, and a pretty face. No wonder that 
father, mother, and brothers, especially Ned, were 
him saying, “I guess my gal can play and sing with 
the best of your city gals,” and rising, Kittie saw a 
stranger’s eyes gazing admiringly on her animated 
face. 
“My sister, Mr. Hastings,” said Nep, quietly. 
Kittie acknowledged the introduction by a grace¬ 
ful bow, anil then silently listened to the conversation 
between the gentlemen, relative to harvesting, Ac. 
Soon it turned upon books, and Kittie joined, while 
should like to make, to liis unsuspecting little sister, “I am willing, though I hate to have 1*>e 
, . . inqvn iiK ” said the mother, while thoughts of her 
a sort of self-congratulation ub to his spirit ol 0 ,‘i v Giviightei* leaving her home, and the many things 
prophecy. But he resolved to wait, and see. sho would need for a “good setting out,” occupied 
And all this while, Mr. Hastings and Kittie daily her mind. «... n 
-a.... •»SS5 
and to Sunday evening church service. Aud Sir. t h ose whom Kittie liked or rancied.) and evening’s 
Hastings had given his strong, manly heart to the shadows were resting over hill and dale, and “the 
young girl of seventeen, hut having received very candles were lit in the parlor,' and throughout tie 
.toung fciu ' ir . h ... house then Hakry Hastings aud Kittie Leigh 
little encouragement, lie deferred telling Kittie. “° c ,® c ’ liairicd> Tbe h n(te ftu d groom both desired to 
The Southern Loan.— In the utter absence of 
cash, the Southern loan-hunters are said to be receiv¬ 
ing fresh subscriptions in the shape of notes some¬ 
thing like the following: 
Charleston, July 5, 1861. 
Three months from date, per value expected, anil 
without interest, 1 promise to pay to the order of 
Jeff. Davis, if I can raise it, the amount of one bale 
of cotton, short “staple,” provided that meanwhile 
the said Davis dosen't “ bolt.” 
his 
C. 'ri Planter. 
mark. 
-- » » ♦ $ ♦ -- 
Scott’s Geography. — On the large map which 
Gen. Scott is continually studying, are many points 
of interest, but the veteran’s attention is principally 
directed to Davis’ Straits. 
the father gazed on his children with pride, and after- And Kittie, herself, still wrapped in her dreams of a jaunt, as all fashionable people do, and a 
wards told his wife that “ Kit and Ned could talk as the ideal, saw in Mr. II abtings,— whom sho play- pleasant trip to Boston, Philadelphia and New \ork 
well as that city man, who knew so much. This fully dubbed “Farmer Hastings,’ when certain he ga j d entering the house of the turrets 
education is a great thing! ' wouldn't heat 1 ,—only a neighbor, a fiieud, refind, i,nd bav-windows, a month after the wedding, “Sis, 
well as that city man, who knew so much. This fully dubbed “Farmer Hastings, when certain he 
education Is a great thing!” wouldn’t hear,—only a neighbor, a friend, refiml, 
Kittie saw nothing about the appearance of intelligent, worthy of regard,-hut a farmer. 
Mr. Hastings to make her tremble at the pros- Kittie entertained hut little love for a farmer's 
and hay-windows, a month alter the weuuing, "sis, 
do you like, the owner of this house as well as you 
did Jane Hakris?” , 
Kittie blushed, and seated herself very comforta- 
,u 8 . . j . . r . , _ pact of thefullGlinent of Ned’s prophecy; on the life, as has been said, but she had a genuine love fur hly In one of the bay windows. 
them to go to the gate too, anil an affectionate scene contrary, she pitied liis poor powers of discern- the country. Bhe-loved to look through the green “ fn‘ r ^.BVthiiitr^how isTbat?” he asked, 
of kissiug and sobbing took place, which was ended rae nt. Kittie, like most girls, had a beau nieoi far trees upward to the starry heavens, m the silent eve- ( ■Viiv-/'LiTil’° 
by Ned’s forcibly seizing Kittie, and carrying her different from reality. Bhe had pictured the husband ning, and let her pure thoughts rise upward, far Irani .< j )on < Tj pleaded “ Sis?” 
into the house. Tom and Willie carried the Batch- 0 f her future life, to he a resident of the city, prob- the busy hum of village or city; she loved to gather “Why? But 1 thought T heard ft young lady about 
els, ai il father shouldered the trunk. ably a merchant, anil somewhat after the stylo of an wild blossoms, messengers of (.on’s love to mortals; your y Vfarnier if he were worth 
When Kittie' 8 bonnet and cape were removed, Italian brigand, or a Spanish cavalier. Novels, that she loved to gaze in the clear brook and listen to its hjs weight Jn didn’t I? And that she should 
there appeared a young girl of seventeen, gay, joyous, bane of the young, if taken immoderately, had so babbling; she loved the holy calm of a country ,ab- ncYt . r "cm* Bke Mr. Hastings as Well as Jane Hak- 
and laughing, frolicsome and witty. Kittie pos- elevated her ideas in this respect that poor Kitvik hath; she loved the me i ry aivis iume. t-m “ v * ‘ ls ^ on .^ h ’jf KD i!j pleaded Kittie, in mock 
sessed a fine intellect, well cultivated, a light heart, a was sadly romantic. The man to whom she would the green sward aud her seat on its bosom under the " 
good figure, and a pretty face. No wonder that give her heart and hand, must he tall and dark, with leafy trees; the fields, the meadows, and tho orchard, “ You musn’t tease my Pussy, Net., said the grave 
father, mother, and brothers, especially Ned, were hair as black as the raven’s wing, eyes black and all possessed attractions for her. But she considered farmer, entering.' ah , hon , e! » laughed Kittie. 
proud qf her. Neh, himself, possessed a well cultivated keen as a hawk’s; he must be stately, proud, and the toil necessity tu a louii rj exi» ence, as 8 ia “ Kv'ihe ” sa’id a voice at the door, “father wants 
mind; but ho preferred a farmer's life to a profession, haughty; possessed of untold wealth, and tho envy ing; perhaps because she associated ignorance with rjgllt ’ lir . o1f] Brlndla has got in the wrong field, 
though he had passed through College, with great and admiration of every one. But Mr. Hastings it. Could the rnmd bo cultivated and Improved with and father and Tom are chasing 
credit to himself, teachers, and family. Ho regarded was very different. To be sure, lie was tall, had a as much cure as is ii.enii * 01 ’ ere P r «- ' tldng ° yon* must hurry, Ned! We’re all coming 
the avocation he had chosen, as worthy of the highest fine figure, aud was erect It was true that his teeth which some cast on a farmers life would neverbe oyer B { 0 spend thu ftftemooa . Sis; Father says he wants 
praise, and as consistent with regular study as would were as white as the driven snow, and he was very felt. Then it would become as much honored a pro- tQ BW bovv you keep house.” 
he a lawyer’s profession. Net. took a thorough view gentlemanly; hut his face was pale, doubtless in con- femon, as is a physicians, or others. “ Can’t you ****** ; he ovir 
of the'ease, and by his influence, his father adopted sequence of ill-health, and lie wore moustaches and But a change is taking place, the newspaper finds „* & 
many of what he called “ new-fangled notions,” in whiskers, (moustaches placed him beyond the pale of it’s way to many a farm house, and the love ol learn- So ' the brothers left the two lovers, husband and 
, eg „d «. cultivating and garnering Macro,,,. Tie empathy, for Ktrm detected to-.,and to, more- ing, of book*^reeps ,» m Mda K - 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA. 
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I am composed of 27 letters. 
My 18, 25 is a city in India. 
My 2, 27, 19,14, 22 is a river in Africa. 
My 7,13, 14 is a river in Eastern Asia. 
My 3, 6, 17, 3, 23, 6 is a city iu Canada. 
My 20, 19, 11, 8. 6, 9 is a city in Russia. 
My 18,1. 16, 21, 13 Is a city in Germany. 
My 1, 24,12, 20 is a city in Turkey.. 
My 4, 3, 24, 5, 27 is a river in Scotland. 
My 25,14, 19, 7, 8, 21, 2 i* a river in Texas. 
My 6, 16, 7,15, 10, 2, 8, 10,16 is one of tbe United States. 
My 16, 6, 2, 17, 3, 16 is a city in Pennsylvania. 
My 28,11, 3, 22 is a city in New York. 
My whole is a Irue saying. 
Wing Street, New York, 1861. May. 
Answer in two weeks. 
A REBUS. 
I’m a globe of light, a fairy sprite, 
And often I do harm; 
And yet, ’tis true, all know it, too, 
My heart is very warm. 
Cut off ray head, and now, instead, 
You see a pretty sight; 
Green trees and grass, and flowers you pass, 
That till you with delight. 
Decapitate another pate, 
And you will now behold 
A ship great Noah did create, 
That all mankind did hold. 
J3?” Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker 
ALGEBRAICAL PROBLEM. 
The area of a rectangular field is 4,710 square rods, and its 
length exceeds its width by 18.5 rods. What is the length 
and width of the field? 
Castile, N. Y., 1861. William Derr- 
jy Answer in two weeks. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &C.. IK No. 603. 
Answer to Biblical Enigma:-For unto m a child toj 
unto us a son is given, and tbe government bhall be 1 C)1 . 
shoulders, aud bis name shall be called Wonderful 0 
, lor, tbe mighty God, the everlasting Father, tbe loace 
Peace. 
Answer to Anagram: 
Many men of many minds, 
l Many birds of many kinds; 
Many fishes in the sea, 
> Many men who don’t agree. 
distress. ^ 
“ You musn’t tease my Pussy, Nkt>, said the grave 
farmer, entering. , , , Tr 
“Oh, Harry, send him home! laughed Kittie. 
“Kittie,” said a voice at the door, “father wants 
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father was proud of the son, and showed so much over were a dark brown. His eyes were very dark, 
delight and satisfaction at Ned’s resolution of “farm- color uncertain, and the mau was not handsome, 
ing it,” that Tom declared that he, too, would be a to Kittie’s eye. 
farmer. Kittie settled this in her own mind, and though he 
Ned put'K ittie’s arm in his, and led her into the betrayed a fine intellect, and showed an extensive 
“Nkp, don't you want to take a ride down to the 
ravine, it’s only two miles, and we'll have time, be¬ 
fore our shadow comes, to go and to get back. I cau 
be ready in ten minutes;" cried Kittie, bounding in- 
I to the barn, one evening, just after supper. 
N ED LO ueip cm. sues ,, . ' muuncrtptiun . .. - .nd cbM 
thing. You must hurry, Nep! \Wre all coming Agent8 a8 foUowBi-Th«e Copies one yew. for V, »«■■ 
over to spend the afternoon. Sis; father says he wants fre0 to club ageut> for $10; Ten, and one free, forJW ;^ 
to Bee how you keep house.” and one free, for 321; Twenty, and one t<•<•«. or - J « I 
•• Can’t you stay awhile, Willie:” asked Kittie. grea ter number at rame rate — only St- 5 rweopj f I 
"No; I’ve got to help mother, but we’ll be over exlnt&wcopy f or every Ten Subscribe** over Twenty; fl 
early.” , , , , , . . papers directed to Individuals and sent u> fts inat,, 
Bo the brothers left the two lovers, husband and ” ogt , 0ffiW8 M desired. As we pre-pay American pos W ' fl 
wife, together, to renew their pleasant t8te-a-teteS. apei8 Bent to t h e British Provinces, our Canadian *1 
And if any one should ask Kittie what life is most uiUgt add nhl ceate per copy to tho club ratc^i M 
preferable, she would say, with Hakrv and . i.r, A R(JKjLU t) 1b | owe6 t price of copies ;ent to tuiop. I 
11 Verily, h l^ve makes a great difference in one’s opin- 22 . 50 -includlng postage^ ^ on gub5crip tiou. atf 
ions and ideas; and with a loved one, all places are tj&r Postage |’ TA ^ r I ' urii o ,. ot jjer imeurrent money- 
pleasant - all places are beautiful. greatly preferred to W eiten. or other upc 
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