broke,” said Miss Lily, timidly lifting up her long 
lashes in Ills direction. Lily never could look at 
Thornebroke without a soft little rosy shadow on her 
cheek. 
“ A what?” demanded Mark, turning very red. 
“ A housewife.” 
“ Yes,” eaid Mark, after a moment’B awkward hes¬ 
itation, “my—my—my friends have told me so very 
often — and I really think so myself, you know, 
j But what sort of a one would you recommend, Miss 
Raymond?” 
“ 0, any pretty little concern. I'll send you one in 
the morning, if you’ll accept of it,” she added, with 
a rosy light upon her cheeks again. 
“ If—I’ll—accept!" said Mark, feeling as if he were 
in an atmosphere of gold and pearl, with two wings 
sprouting out of his broadcloth, on either side. And 
just as he was opening his lips to assure Miss Lily 
that he was ready to take the precious gift in his 
arms then and there, without any unnecessary delay, 
the door opened, and in walked Jones. 
Mark was not at all cannibalistic in hie propensi¬ 
ties, but just then be could have eaten Jones np with 
uncommon pleasure. And there the fellow sat, pull¬ 
ing his long moustache, and talking the most insipid 
twaddle—sat and sat until Mark rose in despair to go. 
Even then he had no opportunity to exchange a pri¬ 
vate word with Lily. 
“You—you'll not forget—” 
“ 0, I’ll be sure to remember,” said Bhe, smilingly, 
and half-wondering at that unusual pressure he gave 
her hand. “ LadieB often do provide their bachelor 
friends so!” 
Mark went home the happiest individual that ever 
trod a New York pavement. Indeed, so great was 
his felicity that he indulged in various gymnastic 
capers indicative of bliss, and only paused in them 
at the gruff caution of a policeman, who probably 
had forgotten his own courting days—“Come, yonng 
man, what are you doing?” 
“ Was there ever a more delicate way of assuring 
me of her favorable consideration? Was there ever 
a more feminine admission of her sentiments? Of 
course, she will come herself, an angel, breathing 
airs from Paradise, and I shall tell her of ray love. 
A bou-ewife, 0! the delicious words! Wonder in 
what neighborhood she would like me to engage a 
residence—how soon would it be best to name the 
day! 0! if] should awake, and find it all a bliss¬ 
ful dream!” 
Early the next morning, Mr. Thornebroke set 
briskly to work, “righting up things.” How he 
swept and dusted and scoured; the room was aired, 
to get rid of the tobacco smoke, and sprinkled with 
cologne, and beautified generally, and at length, when 
the dust was all swept into one corner, and covered 
by a carelessly disposed newspaper, he found the 
window glass murky, and polished it with such a 
vengeance that his flat, handkerchief and all, went 
through, sorely damaging his ha rill, and necessita¬ 
ting the ungraceful accessory of an old hat to keep 
out the wintry blast for the time being. llow r ever, 
even this mishap did not long daunt his spirits, for 
was not Lily Coming? 
Long and wearily he waited, yet no tinkle at the 
bell gave warning of her approach, “it’s all her 
sweet feminine modesty,” thought he, and was 
content. 
At length there was an appeal below, and his heart 
jumped up into his mouth, beating like a reveille 
drum. He rushed to the door, but there was no one 
but a grinniug little black boy, with a box. 
“Miss Raymond's compliments, and here’s de 
housewife, sir.” 
“The housewife, you little imp of Erebus!” 
“ Yes, sir, in de box, all right.” 
Mark slunk back into his room, and opened the 
box, half expecting to see a full dressed young lady 
issue from it, a la Arabian Nights; but no, it was 
only a little blue velvet book, and full of odd com¬ 
partments in azure silk, containing tape, needles, 
scissors, silk, a thimble, and all the nice little work¬ 
table accessories. 
“And she calls this a housewife!” groaned Mark, 
in the ineffable bitterness of spirit at the downhill of 
his bright visions. “ But I won't be put off so.” 
Desperation gave him courage, and off be hied to 
the Raymond mansion, determined to settle the 
matter, even though there were forty Joneses and 
Esthers there. 
But Lillian was alone, singing at her embroidery 
in the sunshiny window casement. 
“ Dear me, Mr. Thornebroke, is anything the 
matter?” 
Perhaps it was the shadow from the splendid crim¬ 
son cactus plumes in the window that gave her eheek 
such a delicate glow; perhaps—but we have no right 
to speculate. 
“Yes. - ’ And Mark sat down by her side and took 
the trembling, fluttering hand. “You sent me a 
housewife this morning!” 
“Wasn’t it right?” faltered Lilliaa. 
“It wasn’t the kind I wanted at all!” 
“ Not the kind yon wanted?” 
“No; I prefer a living one, and I came to see if I 
could change it. I want one with brown hair and 
eyes —something, in short, Miss Lillian, just your 
pattern. Can't I have it?” 
Lily turned white, then red, smiled, then burst into 
tears, and tried to draw away her hand, but Mark 
held it fast. 
“No, no, dear Lily; first tell me I can have the 
treasure 1 ask for.” 
“ Yes,” she said, with the prettiest confusion in 
the world; and then, instead of releasing the captive 
hand, the unreasonable fellow took possession of the 
other, too. But as Lily did not object, we suppose 
it was all right. 
And that was the odd path by which Mark Thorne¬ 
broke diverged from the path of old bachelorhood, 
and stepped into the respectable ranks of matrimony. 
Speak boldly, Freemen I while to-day 
The strife is rising tierce and high, 
Gird on the armor while ye may 
In holy deeds to win or die; 
The Age is Truth's wide battle-field, 
The Day is struggling rfilh the Night, 
For Freedom hath again revealed 
A Marathon of holy right. 
Speak boldly, Hero ! while the foe 
Treads onward with his iron heel; 
Strike steady with a giant blow, 
And Hash aloft the polished steel; 
Be true. 0 Hero ! to thy trust! 
Man and thy God both look to thee ! 
Be true, or sink away to dust— 
Be true, or hence to darkness fiee. 
Speak boldly, I’ropbet! Let the fire 
Of Heaven come down on altars curst, 
Where Baal priest* and seers conspire 
To pay their bloody homage first; 
Be true, 0 Prophet.! I.et thy tongue 
Sppak fearless, for the words are thine— 
Words that by morning stars were sung, 
Aud angels hymned in strain* divine. 
Speak boldly, Poet! Let thy pen 
Be nerved with fire that may not die; 
Speak for the rights of bleeding men 
Who look to Heaven with tearful eye. 
Be true, 0 Poet! Let thy name 
Be honored where the weak have trod, 
And in tho summit of thy fame, 
Bo true to Man! Be true to God I 
Speak boldly, Brothers ! Wake, aud come 1 
The Anakim art* pressing on ! 
In Freedom's strife be never dumb 1 
Gird flashing blades till all is won ! 
Be true, () Brothers ! Truth is strong ! 
The foe shall sink beneath the sod — 
While love and bliss shall thrill the tong 
That truth to Man is Truth to God. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 16 letters. 
My 1, 8, 12, 5, 2, 9 is a river in Asia. 
My 2, 14, 12, 8 is a volcano in Europe. 
My 8, 5 was a kfrig of Bashon. 
My 4. 8, 11, 16 is familiar to all. 
My 5, 6, IS, 4, 13,11, 8 la ft State in rebellion. 
My 6, 4 was r grandson of Jacob. 
My 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 16, 13. 14. 3; 12 is a city in the U. S. 
My S, 8. 4,15, 12 was the man that made a god for Israel. 
My 4. 14. IS, 7, 2 is tho name of a notable woman. 
My 10, 8, 4, 4, 11, 0, 15, 12 was a President of the U. S. 
My 11, 12, 16 is a house where travelers stop. 
My 12, 11, 8, 1, 8, 4, 8 is a wonder of the Western continent. 
My 13, S. 2, 0, 12, 2 is a County In New York. 
My 14, 6,12 is a number. 
My 15. 4. 2, 13, 3, 12 is a State in the UoioD. 
My 10, 8, 9, 10 is a county in North Carolina. 
My whole is the name ofa General of the Revolutionary War. 
De Ruyter, Mad. Co., N. Y. B. H. Stillman. 
13?” Answer in two weeks 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
CHAEADE, 
Mv first has the signification of three. 
My second, a word of command. 
My third is an answer once given to me 
When I asked Anofxine for her hand, 
My fourth is a person I'll always esteem. 
My fifth is splendid advice, 
My whole—of foolscap—causes many a ream 
To oft be destroyed in a trice. 
Crosscreek Tillage, Pa., 1861. John Morrow. 
tffW" Answer in two weeks. 
AN ANAGRAM. 
Ebret turns eb inesuhsn hemerseow sinfdre 
Ne’e ni eht kadrtse rouh 
Oudbls ew tno tiwa ihwt itencape nhet 
Eht spgniasfo eth wshreo. 
Eagle, Nov. 25th, 1861. p 
Answer in two weeks. 
would be safe to announce the arrival, ere long, of a pretty 
large chunk of the “ good time ” which has been so long 
“ coming!” 
— But, seriously,—though we can hardly speak or write 
gravely relative io such an egregious “ sell ” — wo do think 
this “Terra culture” a little lu advance of the China Treo- 
oorn, Morus MuUicaulis, Rohan Potato, or any similar conta¬ 
gious affliction of by gone years; and admirably adapted to 
tho wants of those who require bleeding and blistering occa¬ 
sionally. In the opinion of the best farmers and borticul 
turists who have heard and experimented upon the “ disclos¬ 
ures,” and therefore know whereof they assert, it is, of all 
others which have prevailed on the edge or in the middle 
of this nineteenth century, the most unapproachable and 
unmitigated 
TERRA-CULTURE” AND ITS “PROFESSOR. 
[From the Rural New-Yorker, December 2,1852.] 
Terra - Culture and its “ Discoverer ” Libeled !— 
Header, give us your sympathy I It is intimated that the 
pretended discoverer of Terra-Culture—one “Prof” Corn- 
stock—proposes to prosecute the editor of this paper for an 
alleged libel In speaklog disrespectfully aud disparagingly of 
the said Professor and his theory. Tho leading count In the 
forthcoming indictment is, that wo wore tho first editor who 
dared to speak out, and that many others have followed our 
example in exposing the humbug, to the great detriment of 
the pocket and reputation of its author! This is probably 
true, aud we therefore, with due humility, acknowledge the 
compliment. We are not Id the habit of wailing for others 
to express, an opinion in matters of such importance to the 
agricultural community,—and the Professor knows that 
money cannot secure a favornblo notice of hi* so-called 
“ discovery” (nor the publication of a “puff” of himself, by 
himself.) iu the Rural New-Yorker. And we more than 
suspect that, during his sojourn hereabouts, he discovered 
some other editor* in Rochester and Western New York 
who were equally independent. 
Without wishing to forestall public opinion, we respectfully 
submit, two or three reasons yjhy the learned Professor 
“hadn’t ougbter” prosecute in this case. In the first place, 
he could never recover the $100 000 damages to hie pocket, 
character, and culture — the amount he expected (?) to 
obtain from Ron press. On this point we are positive ! Next, 
we aver that we have endeavored from the beginning to 
discover something in the man and his theory approximating 
to what he claimed—and if wo could eomo to no other con 
elusion than that he was either an ass or a knave, and bis 
“discovery” a superlative humbug, the fact must he attribu¬ 
ted to cur iguorance. A. win, ” claim that we were called 
upon to speak b< J..V tu, . f <- R . iu seif defense, a, weii 
as for the common weal u,r 'he lecturer was iugeuiously 
using our name at the head of a list of some fifty editors, to 
commend himself and his theory to the public ; whereas we 
only gave our signature as one who would hear him lecture, 
and not to be used in the. manner above indicated. If he is 
so hard-hearted as to persist in prosecuting us, we shall offer 
tills last as a full and BiiiHaier.it offset—and indeed justly 
claim a balance of damage ! Meantime, and perhaps after, 
the publication of the lira a l. will be continued. 
BACHELOR’S LOVE-MAKING, 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
ARITHMETICAL PROBLEM. 
You would have known it for a bachelor’s den, 
the minute you put your head in the door! Blue, 
epicy wreaths of cigar smoke, circling up to the 
ceiling —newspapers under the tabic, Castile soap 
in a tiny bronze card-receiver, slippers on the man¬ 
tle-piece, and confusion everywhere. And yet Mr. 
Thornebroke — poor, deluded mortal -solemnly be¬ 
lieved that his room was in the most perfect order! 
For hadn't he poked his empty champagne, bottles 
tinder the bed, and sent, t he wood-box to bear them 
company, and hung his morning gown over the 
damp towels, and dusted the ash-sprinkled hearth 
with his best silk handkerchief? He'd like to see a 
room in better trim than that—guess he would ! 
And now he was mending himself up, preparatory 
to going calling on the very prettiest girl in New 
York. Not that ho was particularly fond of the 
needle, but when a fellow's whole foot goes through 
a hole in the north-east toe of his stocking, and 
there isn’t a button on his shirt, it's time to repair 
damages. 
Now, as Mv. Thornebroke’s whole stock of indus¬ 
trial implements consisted of a lump of wax, an 
enormous pair of scissors and one needle, the mend¬ 
ing didn't progress rapidly. Ilis way of managing 
the button question, too, necessarily involved some 
delay; he had to cut all these useful little up tie Ull¬ 
ages from another shirt, aud sew them on, aud next 
when the shirt was wanted, why, it was easy enough 
to make a transfer again! Sec what it is to be a 
bachelor genius! It never occurred to him to buy 
a few buttons extra! 
“Buttons are not much trouble,” said Mr. T. to 
himself, as he wiped the perspiration from his brow, 
“but when it comes to coat sleeves, what the deuce 
is a fellow to do? I haven't any black thread, 
either,” and he looked dolorously at a small tear 
just in his elbow, where some vicious nail had 
caught in the broadcloth. “ A black pin may do 
for to-night, and to-morrow I’ll send it to the tailor. 
The fact is, I ought to he married; and so 1 would, 
if I only dared to ask Lillian. 0, dear! I know she 
wouldn’t have me; and yet I’m not certain, either— 
if I could only muster courage boldly to put the 
question! But just as sure as I approach the dan¬ 
gerous ground, my heart fails me! And then that 
puppy, Jones, with his curled moustache, and hair 
parted iu the middle, always hanging round Lillian, 
and quoting poetry to her— if I could have tho priv¬ 
ilege of kicking him across the street, I’d die happy! 
He isn't bashful, not he! If somebody would invent 
some new way of popping the question —something 
that wasn’t quite so embarrassing!” 
Our hero gave his black, glossy curls an extra 
brush, surveyed*himself critically in the glass, and 
then, with a deep sigh, set forth to call on the iden¬ 
tical Lillian Raymond, revolving, as he had a thou¬ 
sand times before, that If — perhaps — may be — 
0! the bashfalness of bachelors. 
When Mr. Thornebroke arrived within the charmed 
precincts of Mr. Raymond’s handsome parlors, velvet 
carpeted, chtmdeliered with gold and ormolu, crowd¬ 
ed to the very doors with those charming knick- 
knacks that only a woman's taste provides, Miss Lily 
was “at home” in a bewildering pink merino dress, 
edged with white lace around the pearly shoulders, 
and a crimson moss twisted in among the rippling 
waves of her soft brown hair. She never looked half 
so pretty; and, thank Providence, Jones wasn't on 
hand, for once iu his life. But, what was almost as 
bad, Lily's cousin was there — a tall, slender, black- 
eyed girl, with arch lips, and cheeks as red as a 
Spitzenburg apple. 0, how Thornebroke wished that 
Miss Esther Allen was at the bottom of the Red Sea, 
or anywhere except iu that particular parlor. And 
then her eyes were so sharp — he hadn't been doing 
the “agreeable" more than four minutes aud a half, 
before she exclaimed: 
“Dear me, Mr. Thornebroke — pray excuse me — 
but what on earth is the matter with your elbow?” 
Mark turned scarlet — the traitorous black pin had 
deserted its post. 
“Only a compound fracture of my coat, Miss 
Allen,” said he, feeling as though his face might do 
the duty of Raymond's chandeliers both put together; 
“you know we bachelors are not exempt from such 
things.” 
“ Hold your arm, sir, and I'll make it right in one 
moment,” said Esther, instantly producing from some 
secret recess in the folds of her dress a thimble aud 
a needle threaded with black silk, and setting expertly 
to work. 
“There, now, consider yourself whole.” 
“How skillful you are,” said Mark, admiringly, 
after he had thanked her most sincerely, “ But then 
you have so many nice little concerns to work with. 
I have only a needle and some wax, besides my 
scissors!” 
“You ought to have a housewife, Mr. Thorne- 
A railway train in starting moves one foot in the first 
second, too in tho second, three in the third, &c. A man 
stands on the track, behind the train, who can ran 5)4 rods 
in 7second*. How far behind the train can he stand and 
he jnat able to overtake It, both starting at the same instant? 
Schoolcraft, Mich., Nov. 16,1861. E. Fish. 
Or Answer in two weeks. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &c„ IN No. 620, 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma: — Learning is the tem 
perance of youth. 
Answer to Surveying Question: —129.1173 plus rods. 
Answer to Charade: — Courtship. 
^Vbncrti6cmcnt0 
Ant ARTIFICIAL LEG 
Invented by Douglas Ely, M. D. 
By frequent dissections, the Doctor succeeded in 
embodying the principles of the natural leg in an 
artificial one, and by so doing produced one of the 
most complete and successful inventions ever at¬ 
tained by man. 
A pamphlet containing full description and illus¬ 
trations can be had without charge, by addressing 
DOUGLAS BI.Y, M. !>., Rochester, N. Y. 
See the annexed cut, and also letter from H. J. 
Drake: 
[From the Rural New-Yorker. March 19,1859 ] 
“Terra-Culture” — Its ** Professor ” still Rampant! — 
There’s little use of killing some humbugs, for, after being 
effectually buried in one locality, they will “turnup” and 
nourish and fleece community a thousand miles distant. The 
Rural and other Ag. journals years ago exposed the falla¬ 
cious theory of “ Prof ," Comstock — the man who has been 
waiting so long for an ungrateful Republic to give him a 
million of dollars or less to disclose the mysteries of terra- 
culture— yet there are places in this “widely-extended 
country” where he "still lives,” temporarily, and depletes 
the purse* of the lovers of the marvelous. His “ last appear¬ 
ance” was in the “Old Dominion,” as we infer from a slip 
cut from a local paper and kindly sent us by a friend at Fair¬ 
fax 0, H., Vu. In this slip the “ Prof.” is severe on the 
“learned Agricultural Editors of the North ” — as indeed he 
well mny be, for they have pretty eth-dually spiked his 
swindling swivel wherever their journals circulate. The 
Rlral had the misfortune to open the wartare on terra 
culture, and hence its irate "Professor'’ Is particularly 
“down” on “Mr. Moore” Ho can’t forget that the whole 
“secret” and wouueTful “mystery” wns first given in the 
Rural — nor that “Mr. Moore” fearlessly exposed his sub¬ 
sequent forgery and falsehoods, But if he lied then, he now 
proves himself the father of liars, for the statements made 
relative to us, in the slip aforesaid, are utterly false and 
ridiculous. For instance, in reply to the charge that he 
forged onr signature and placed it at the head of a list of 
sixty editors endorsing his theory, he says that “Moore's 
agent signed Moore’s name,” etc. Now, this is sheer “ gam¬ 
mon ’’—for neither Moore, nor any agent of his, ever signed 
anything endorsing terra culture. Aud the assertion that 
Moore “ offered him $50 to write an article on the practice 
of terra-culture for his paper” is equally false and absurd, 
for we never offered him a penny, or even suggested the 
thing. On the contrary, we refused to publish what be 
desired on the subject, though he offered us the gold for such 
service! Thus, instead of our ottering him. the offer was 
from Kim — which, according to our notion, is a “ white 
horse of another color.” Bat we forgive the hallucinated 
“ Professor;” and not only that, we purpose to “return good 
for evil” by giving his portrait in the Rural in a week or 
two — a double view, as seen by himself and also by the 
public. As to his theory, that is proved to he an egregious 
!| sell,” yet we may perhaps, in connection with the portrait, 
again “ disclose the disclosures ” for the benefit of our Vir¬ 
ginia aud other distant readers. 
(From the Rural New-Yorker, January 2, 185S ] 
Tiik Terra-Cplturubt “Still Lives”—A s is “disclosed” 
by tbis caustic squib from the Ohio Cultivator: — “Prof. 
Comstock, of Mabbettsvillo, New York, so he writes it, having 
waited twenty years for an ungrateful people to give him a 
hundred thousand dollan) to disclose the mysteries of terra- 
culture, ha* tiually gone where the devils did whew they left 
the possessed among the tombs, via,, into the swine; and 
now he proposes to Disclose a Disclosure upon Hog Cholera. 
Twenty live thousand dollars is about the figure he sets upon 
this mystery. Individual rights, co each. If the auimals 
should behave on this occasion as they did in the first in¬ 
stance, and carry the Professor along with them, the world 
would be rid of a very grpat bo(a)re.’-' 
(From the Rural New-Yorker, June 30,1855 ] 
Does tiik Bui; “Still Live?” — In common with a great 
many well-informed people, we had innocently supposed that 
“Terra-culture” waa among the things that were —had 
“ gone up ” or evaporated. No such thing. Its learned 
“Professor” evidently possesses more lives than the most 
tenacious specimen of the feline species, for it appears from 
the following that he “ still lives ” and continues to “ disclose 
the disclosures" to the poor aud ignorant denizens of the 
dark and benighted corners of this mumlanc sphere: 
Mk. Mooi.k:— There is a /Vo/. Comstock lecturing in this 
State on • Teria-cultnre ” to the tune of $60 per lecture. 
You editors are supposed to kuow more than lecturers; is it 
humbug ‘ or is it not 1— D. W. P., !.ena\uce Co.. Mich. 
Now, we should be very happy to oblige our esteemed 
friend, but really it does not become us to detract from the 
merits of the pretended 1 now principle in Vegetable Life,” 
or to disturb the learned “ Professor " in his laborious efforts 
to benefit “all the world and the rest of mankind,” (himself 
in particular.) by imparting, for a valuable consideration, his 
wonderful aud never-to-be-understood or appreciated discov¬ 
ery. It is true that “ Ti rra culturu ” has heretofore been 
pretty thoroughly examined, tested and exploded by both 
scientific and practical men in tins State and elsewhere,—and 
moreover tbe “great saatl" has been “disclosed" imd 
exposed in the Rural and other agricultural journals. It is 
also on record that the theory was pronounced no nrui dis¬ 
covery by the N. Y. State Ag Society, in 1851,—an able Com¬ 
mittee (consisting of J. B. Nott, the late A. J. Downing, 
Judge Van Bergen, L. F. Allkn and E. P. Prentice,) 
reporting that "after a conference with Mr Comstock, the 
Committee came to the unanimous opinion that ttu new pis- 
COVI.lv bid been made by Mr. Comstock, nor was his prac¬ 
tice different from tjint of experienced nurserymen hereto¬ 
fore, and which may he foued discussed in public works,” Ac. 
We could easily give an abundance of reliable testimony of 
similar purport. And yet, into muck as the “ Professor ” was 
•‘once on a time" so extremely complimentary as to place 
our mime at the head of a list of some sixty editors, attached 
to a statement strongly recommending “Terra-culture’' — 
which -tatement was publ.shed and extensively circulated 
before we were aware of its existence, and of course without 
our knowledge or consent,—we do not think it proper to 
farther expose what the “discoverer ” bo modestly, honor¬ 
ably and honestly caused us to endorse 1 True, we never, in 
fact, recommended either bitn or his theory,— btiB we dislike 
to call names, and would not be accessory to the “taking off” 
of one whose premature exodus might deprive the world of 
all valuable knowledge! Witness the following “beautiful 
extract” from a recommendation of " Terra culture ” that 
recently appeared in a Western paper,— and which waa evi¬ 
dently written by the self sty led “ Professor.” who is cele¬ 
brated for his cruelty to the English language: 
“If the Discoverer die under existing circumstances we 
have not any reason to believe that the world will ever know 
what his discovered principle is, and his subsequent discov¬ 
eries are /” 
Awful, isn’t it ? If his life were insured at his own estimate 
of its value,— the proceeds to he equally distributed,—it 
Du. Bi.y— Dear Sir . The artificial leg you made 
for me scrvcB me better than I ever supposed any 
artificial leg could. 
I have mowed my grass myself — and that, too, 
on the marsh, where it is very boggy. I have 
cradled my oata myself and raked and bound them; 
and 1 have been all around the neighborhood 
threshing. In fact I cau do most all kinds of work. 
The side motion at the ankle-joint is worth every¬ 
thing. If I step on a stick or a stone, or on any 
uneven place, the ankle yields just enough to let 
the foot accommodate itself to it, and thereby pre¬ 
vents all stumbling or inconvenience. 
Most sincerely and thankfully yours, 
H. J. DRAKE. 
Chelsea, Michigan, August 15, 1801. 
A ndre leboys nurseries, 
AT ANGERS, FRANCE. 
Thk Proprietor of these Nurseries, the most extensive in the 
world, has tho honor to inform his numerous friends and the 
public that iris Catalogue of Fruit ami Ornamental Trees. 
Shrubs. Ruses, Seedlings. Fruit Stocks, «6c., for the present sea¬ 
son, is now ready and at their disposaL „ 
Apply to BRUGCIEkK A THEBAPD, 
614-3tm 51 Cedar Street, New York. 
Rochester Light Carriage Factory, 
.Vo. 145 .Haiti mi., ttoc/tesler, *V, 1V “* — 
1 have now rented a portion Ot the Carriage Factory tormerir 
occupied by Elliott tc Lodewick. where i will maoutacture all 
kinds of light Carriages and file hr ha of the kg o test aud im¬ 
proved stvles Great attention wilt be paid to all kinds or re¬ 
pairing. 1 will make to order any hind of Cat ruge wood-work 
for any other establishment, and will sell m tbi;i" lower t.iaa 
they can manufacture. J. llf’Ull McDONOUGR. 
Rochester, N. Y.. Sept. 14,1861. ol0-13teo 
[From the Rural New-Yorker, November 19,1859.] 
The “Professor” of Terra-Culture.— We have lately 
received several letters from Western Pa., speaking in no 
very complimentary terms of the operatians of this charlatan, 
and telling us how he “pitched into" the Rural New- 
Yorker and its Editor. We beg our friends to give them¬ 
selves no uneasiness on our account. Tbe “Professor,” as 
we have proved, is the father of liars, and all we ask of him 
is that he wilt not speak well of us I As to publishing the 
Articles against him and his theory, we consider it unneces¬ 
sary after what we have given in this and former volumes. 
And, beside, we observe that the Pittsburg papers and their 
correspondents, (especially Gen. Nkgljsy.] are after the 
“Professor” with a sharp stick — have indeed driven him 
from tne State, for we learn that he has just appeared in 
Connecticut. We commend him to the kind and critical 
attention of our friends of The Homestead. 
DROPS OF WISDOM, 
MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER, 
THE LARGEST CIRCULATED 
AGRICULTURAL, LITERARY A .NT) FAMILY WEEKLY, 
IS PUBLISHED EVERT SATURDAY 
BY D. D. T. MOORE, ROCHESTER, N. Y. 
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(From the Rural New-Yorker, November 26,1859 ] 
Tub Tribune on Terra-Culture.—A late number of the 
N. Y. Tribune contains a “ first-rate notice ” or terra-culture, 
for which Horace or Solon will probably be indicted for 
libel, (“the greater the Iruth the greater the libel,”) or 
cruelty to animals. Here it is: — “A friendly puff nf -Pro¬ 
fessor Comstock.' ami what he calls his system of terra- 
culture, appears iu yesterday* Courier and Enquirer, with 
the information that the said ‘Professor ' ts now in this city 
delivering lectures on his system. This moves us to say that 
in our humble judgment • Professor' Comstock is a bore, and 
his system worthless. It was exposed several y ears ago by 
tbe late A. J Downing. Terra-culture consists in putting 
tbe seed on the top of the gioumi, and covering it with 
straw. Whoever pays money for lessons in such a system is 
either a dupe or an ass—perhaps both." 
