And then hast walked nboat (how strange a story!) 
hi Thebes's streets three thousand years ago, 
When the Hemnotiium was in all its glory. 
And time had not begun to overthrow 
Those temples, palaces, and piles stupendous, 
Of which the very ruins are tremendous 1 
Speak! for thou long enough tuts l acted dnmby; 
Or was it then so old, that history's pages 
Contained no record of its early ages? 
Still silent, incommunicative elf? 
Art sworn to secrecy? then keep thy vows; 
But pritnee toll us something of thyself; 
Reveal the secrets of thy prison house; 
Since in the world of spirits thou hast slumbered, 
Wliat hast thou seen—what strange adventures num¬ 
bered? 
Since first thy form was in this box extended, 
We have, above ground, seen some strange muta 
tiona. 
And so we are making history. It is now one 
'1 ms is a goon story—an English story of no mmsuH 
dramatic power, but full of interest and instructics? 
It illustrates the fallibility of circumstantial evidence, 
the arbitrary character of English social life and cus¬ 
toms, the importance of self-controi and unselfish acts 
in families, the vigilance and faithfalucsa of true, pure 
love, the manner in which unsophisticated English¬ 
men are induced to invest in the large cities (on paper) 
located in the Wostern States of this country. Indeed 
there is much tu this book that young and old may 
read with profit. For sale by Steele & Avert. 
All soils arc impregnated with saline particles, 
which the rains and snows dissolve out, as water 
removes the potash from a barrel of ushes; these 
particles, so diffused us not to be appreciated in 
the waters of the river, arc discharged into the 
lakes. If these have uO outlets and the surplus 
water is removed by vaporization, the waters of 
the lake (using the chronology of a geologist) 
become speedily converted into brluc. The 
marine engineer understands this matter very 
meals take a heavy lunch, thus keeping their 
stomachs constantly distended, and at hard labor 
from morning until night, without a moment's 
respite. Some are so inconsiderate as not even 
to he satisfied with this, but must needs give the 
stomach another heavy load just before going to 
bed. With such practices, is it any wonder that 
farmers break down prematurely, and suffer 
GOOD AND BAD APPLES. 
Owe day Robert's father saw him playing with 
some boys who were rude and unmannerly. He 
had observed for some time a change for the 
worse in his son, and now he knew the cause. 
right ut> here into the middle of the woods a 
hundred miles, set you down, and turn you 
round quickly twenty times, could you steer 
straight to Oldtown ? ” “O, ver,” said he, 
“have done pretty much same thing. I will tell 
you. Some years ago I met an old white hunter 
at Millinockct; very good hunter. He said he 
could go anywhere iu the woods. He wanted to 
hunt with me that day.fso we start. W r e chase a 
moose, all the foriuoon, round and round, till 
middle of afternoon, when we kill him. Thcu I 
said to him, now you go straight to camp. 
Don’t go round aid round where we've been, 
but go straight. He said, 1 can’t do that, 1 don't 
know where I am Where you think camp ? I 
asked, no polnte l so. Then I laugh at him. I 
take the lead and go right off the other way, 
cross our tracks many times, straight camp.” 
“ How do you do that ? ” asked I. “ O, I can’t 
tell yon,” ho repled. “Great difference be¬ 
tween me and write man."—Thoreau's Maine 
Woods. 
” But, lather,” said Robert, “ the rotten apple 
will spoil all the others.” 
“ Do you think so ? Why should not the fresh 
apples rather make the rotten one fresh?” said 
his father. And with these words he shut the 
door of the room. 
Eight days afterward he asked his son to open 
the door and hike out the apples. But what 
a sight presented itself! The six apples, which 
had been so sound and rosy-cheeked, were now 
quite rotten, and spread a bad smell through the 
room. 
“Oh, papa!” cried he, “did I not tell you 
that the rotten apple would spoil the good ones? 
yet you did not listen to me.” 
“ My boy said his father, “ have I not told you 
often that the company of bad children will 
make you bad, yet you do not listen to me. See 
in the condition of the apples that which will 
happen to you if you keep compauf with wicked 
boys.” 
Robert did not forget the lesson. When any 
of his former playfellows asked him to join in 
their sports, he thought of the rotten apples, 
and kept himself apart from them. 
Wliat was thy name and station, age and race? 
Statue of flesh—immortal of the dead! 
Imperishable type of evanescence I 
PoBtlnmious man, who qult’st thy narrow bed, 
And Blandest undccayed within our presence, 
Thou wilt hear nothing till the judgment morning, 
When the grand trump shall thrill thee with ita 
warning. 
Why should this worthless tegument endure, 
If its undying guest be lost forever? 
Oh, let us keep the soul embalmed and pure 
In living virtue, that, when both mast sever, 
Although corruption may our frame consume. 
The immortal spirit iu the skies may bloom. 
Tub Perpetual Curate. A Novel. By the Author 
of "Chronicles of Carlingford," Ac. "New York: 
Harper & Brothers. 
This story, by Mrs. Oliphant, illustrates English 
life as seen in its religious phases—especially the man¬ 
ner in which the second sons of families are provided 
for by relatives. As we have sometime seen asserted 
of somebody, “ there is a great deal of human nature” 
in this story, or illustrated by it; aud it is not void of 
a good moral lesson. We cannot undertake to review 
it, but we may commend it ro those who like a very 
plainly told yet good story. 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
OUGHT FARMER'S TO EAT SO MUCH. 
Many farmers, during their lives, have had 
occasion to note with surprise, that when they 
were called away from a meal, when only half or 
two-thirds through, that they not only suffered 
no inconvenience from being deprived of the 
balance of the meal, but really felt the lighter- 
hearted and more lively. How often does the 
farmer eat until he feels an uncomfortable full¬ 
ness and dullness, ineapacitatiug him, in a meas¬ 
ure, for labor or mental enjoyment? Do we not 
often see those, who we are well convinced, eat 
more than is for their own good; who so tax the 
vitality of their system, in working off the sur¬ 
plus food they have taken, that they have but 
little life or energy for the labors and duties of 
life ? We know It Is claimed, that “ a man must 
eat in order to work.” But it does not follow 
that he should eat so much as to feel positively 
uncomfortable, or even a “little uneasy,” A 
man’s brain only furnishes his system a certain 
amount of nervous energy, and if the stomach 
is called upon to perform an undue amount of 
labor, the supply may he so exhausted that the 
rest of the system may he robbed of this life-giv 
ing force, and lassitude and want of power su¬ 
pervene, so that he is unfitted tor but a limited 
amount of labor, cither bodily or mental. 
Physiologists generally agree that the mass of 
mankind eat too much for their own good. 
Some even go so for as to 6ay that overeating 
kills more than alcohol; that the vice of glut¬ 
tony is greater than that of druukenesa, because 
far more prevalent. All physiologists agree that 
it lakes about an average of five hours for the 
stomach to digest an ordinary meal, and have a 
little time to rest and recuperate Us energies. 
Yet, how many formers take three regular hearty 
meals of rich tood, at intervals of not over four 
or five hours, aud iutermediately.between their 
Cousin Alice: A Memoir of Alice B. Haven. New 
York: D. Appleton & Co. 
We have read the record of this charming woman's 
life and struggles with the greatest interest. It will 
do every woman good to read it. Her devotion to her 
friends, her consecration to their interests, her indus¬ 
try. zealous self-examination and abnegation, and con¬ 
scientious regard for religious duties, glorified her 
life and heightened her reputation as a writer. We 
shall give extracts from this work in the Ladies’ De¬ 
partment. 
A “SCIENTIFIC WONDER” ELUCIDATED 
Editors Rural New- Yorkeu: — A para¬ 
graph has been copied extensively into the 
newspapers stating it to be a wonderful tact 
that the Great Balt Lake of Utah Territory has 
no outlet; that it is constantly reeeiviug large 
accessions of Iresh water from the mountain 
streams, aud yet its waters arc more briny than 
the ocean itself. 
Now the very conditions on which this scien¬ 
tific wonder is predicated arc essential to render 
it a salt lake, as any one with the rudiments of 
chemical knowledge or common sense ought to 
understand. Any farmer’s boy would laugh to 
have it announced as a Bclcntiflc wonder that un 
evaporating pan, in which a stream of sap was 
constantly pouring aud from which no outlet 
existed except through vaporization, should 
have its contents finally reduced to sirup. A 
back woodsman w ould open his eyes at the proc¬ 
lamation of a wonder that tho ley of his kettles 
should become potash, since there is uo outlet 
to them. The fact is that every salt lake in the 
world, receiving great rivers of fresh water, 
would speedily become fresh throughout pro¬ 
vided ita waters disembogued through au outlet. 
PRESERVING THE TEETH 
Autumn I ' vves. By Samuel Jackson Gardener. 
New York: Hurd aud Houghton. 
“ Autumn Leaves ” seems to be made up of a series 
of short essays—detached articles on all sorts of sub¬ 
jects. such as may he found in such a paper as the Ru¬ 
ral New-Yorker's miscellaneous departments. Suah 
as we have examined seem well written and credita¬ 
ble to the common sense of the author. 
The American Dental Convention at its session 
in Philadelphia, resilved:—“ That in our deliber¬ 
ate judgment the flagrant and indiscriminate 
extraction of teeth, fdr trifling, temporary, and 
somet imes totally unnecessary causes, which has 
so long and so extensively prevailed, should not 
only be held perfectly inexcusable, but should 
be severely censured, and that an intelligent and 
patient remedial treatment for their restoration 
from disease and permanent preservation should 
be the first aud highest aim and efl'ort of our 
profession. And farther, that in our belief, the 
progress of dentistry at the present day has re¬ 
vealed resources varied and ample enough, 
when timely used, for the preservation of almost 
every tooth, so that its decay and extraction 
shall only be simultaneous with that of the hu¬ 
man frame Itself.” 
LAZY BOYS 
A lazt boy makes a lazy man, just as sure as 
a crooked sapling makes a crooked tree. Who 
ever saw a boy grow up in idleness that did not 
make a shiftless vagabond when he became a 
M v Brother's W ifk. A Life History. By Amelia B. 
Edwars. New York: Harper A Bro. 
This is a story of French Life—a tragic story of the 
sensation sort, well written and interesting, but not 
calculated to yield tho reader adequate profit for the 
time spent reading it. 
Mauiuce Derino; Or, the Quadrilateral. A Novel, 
By the Author of “Guy Livingstone." New York: 
Harper & Bro. 
This novel has a reputation for being “ charming ’’ 
among those of our acquaintances who have read it. 
Thou hast a tongue, come, let ua hear its tune; 
Thou'rt standing on thy legs above ground, mummy! 
Revisiting the glimpses of the moon. 
Not like thin ghosts or disembodied creatures, 
But with thy bones and flesh, and limbs and features. 
Tell tis— fi)r doubtless thou eaust recollect— 
To whom should we assign the Sphinx's fame ? 
Was Cheops or Ccphrencs architect 
Of either pyramid that bears his name ! 
Is Poinpoy’s pillar really a misnomer? 
Had Thebes a hundred gates, as sung by Homer? 
Perhaps thou wert a mason, and forbidden 
By oath to toll the secret- of thy trade— 
Then say. what secret melody was hidden 
Iu Memnou’s statue, which at sunrise played? 
Perhaps thou, wort a priest—if so, my struggles 
Are vain, for priestcraft never owns Its juggles. 
Perchance that very hand, now pinioned flat, 
Has hob-nobbed with Pharaoh, glass fo glass; 
Or dropped a half-penny in Homer's hat. 
Or doffed thine own to let Queen Dido pass, 
Or held, by Solomon's own invitation, 
A torch at the great Teraplo’a dedication. 
I need not ask thee if that, hand, when armed. 
Has. any Roman soldier mauled and knuckled. 
For thou wert dead and buried, and embalmed, 
Ere Romulus aud Remus had been suckled: 
Antlqnitv appears to have begun 
Long after thy primeval race was ran, 
Thou cotildst develop, if that withered tongue 
Might tell us wlmt those sightless orbs have seen, 
now the world looked when it was fresh and young, 
Aud the groat deluge Hill had loft it areen : 
MOUNT ~VTd R >TO >T — T li Id IIO AIK AND GRAVE OF WASHINGTON. 
It is well to keep our remembrances and 
associations with the name of Washington 
green and fresh. We should cherish all our 
veneration for his character and services. ITis 
birth-day should be consecrated and observed as 
one of our National Holidays. IIis Ilomc and 
Grave should be kept sacred to his Count ry- 
men—should become the Patriot - Pilgrim’s 
shrine. It is a mutter of congratulation that 
Mount Vernon has been rescued by the nation 
from the hands of Washington’s degenerate 
descendants — that the Nation owns, by the 
popular contributions of the people, the spot 
made sacred by its association with the life aud 
name of him who was First in War, First in 
Peace, and First in the Hearts of his Couu- 
trynien. 
The men whose names were most prominently 
associated in this purchase, have since passed 
away — John Washington died a rebel to tin: 
flag his ancestor struggled to render honorable 
and respected among the flags of the nations — 
Edward Everett, the Scholar, who did more 
than any one man, perhaps, to rescue it from 
the control of this rebel and place it in the pos¬ 
session of a loyal and free people, died glorify¬ 
ing his life by his fidelity to the flag descended 
to us from Washington. 
hundred and thirty-three years since Washing¬ 
ton was horn in a house situated between 
Pope’s and Bridge’s Creeks tributaries of 
the Potomac, in Westmoreland Co., Va. The 
spot where he was horn is now owned by the 
StAte of Virginia. It has been inclosed and an 
appropriate tablet erected. Washington was 
married Jam. 17,1759, and soon after removed to 
Mount Vernon, where he enlarged the mansion, 
added to the estate by purchase, and devoted 
himself to the cultivation and embellishment of 
his home — so that this was his home nearly 
forty years, a largo portion of which time he 
spent in the public service. 
It is now more than sixty-five years since 
Washington’s death — years scarcely less event¬ 
ful in the history of this country than those of 
his life. Wc have made a history, since he closed 
his labors on earth, that is the marvel of all 
nations. Recently we have entered upon a how 
era. From the peaceful, home-loving, materia¬ 
listic people we were, we have become the most 
martial of any ou the globe. Our National 
character has undergone and is undergoing 
a radical change. A new order of things is 
being established. Old things and theories 
are passing away, and behold all things are 
becoming new. ,With the return of the Anui- 
:th of Washington, in this year 
1805, all who love Truth, Justice and Liberty 
will rejoice that the passing years have wrought 
such changes and given birth to such records as 
the Constitutional Abolition of Slavery in this 
republic—an institution which has brought 
to our name, as a people, odium which the 
luster of Washington's life and fame could not 
cover up. Out of the most terrible baptism of 
blood, inaugurated by those who have clunc 
closest to the Wrong, the Nation is coming forth 
Regenerate Redeemed, clothed in its rightmind, 
and fully awakened to the value of the institu¬ 
tions which depend for permanence upon the 
recognition of the inalienable rights of all to 
Life, Liberty aud the Pursuit of Happiness. 
And now let us rejoice! With the tears we 
shed over the sacrifices we have made and are 
making, let the Hymn of Thanksgiving ascend 
on this, our Washington’s natal day. Let work 
cease; and as we read the Declaration of Inde¬ 
pendence on the Anniversary of the Nation’s 
Birth, so let us study the lite and character of 
Washington and glorify his memory for all that 
I wo find therein that combined to make him 
[ Good and Great —a model American. Review 
j his writings, re-read his Farewell Address which 
I contains admonitions well worth the heeding. 
| Let our patriotism and love of Country find 
i glad expression on Wusisovon's BUlL Pavi 
Queens of Sons : Being memoirs of some of tho 
most celebrated female vocalists who have per¬ 
formed on the lyric stage from the earliest days of 
opera to the present time. To which is added a 
chronological list of all the operas that have been 
performed in Europe. By Ellen Ckeathorne 
Clayton. With Portraits. New York: Harper A 
Brothers. 
This is a most interesting hook—one which will 
especially interest opera goers and those who have 
been the admirers of the more modern Queens of Song. 
It gives us glimpses of the life these song-birds lead, 
and reveals to ns much, of the human side of their na¬ 
tures. And added, we have pictures of contempora¬ 
neous society and lively portraits of those who re¬ 
volved about these queens. This book of over five 
hundred pages tells ns of the most noted songstresses 
from the time of Katharine Tifts in 1*03, down to 
Louisa Ptxe aud Teresa Tutjens of this present 
day, and [embraces engraved portraits of Mesdames 
Sontag, Malibrax, Grisi, Aleoni, Jennt Lind 
GoLDscnMtDT, Picoolomix: and others! I~isfoIiof 
gossip that will interest. 
Our Young Folks. An Illustrated Magazine for 
Boy3 and Girls. Boston: Ticknor & Fields. 
The first number of this new monthly is before us. 
It meets a want and fills a place in onr literature which 
has not been supplied nor filled before. It is edited 
by J. T. Trowbridge, Gail Hamilton and Luct 
Laeoom. and the number before ns contains contribu¬ 
tions from the pens of the writers named, and aiso 
from those of Mrs. Stowe. Edmund Ktrke, Dr. Dio 
Lewis, Maths Held, “Carlton,” and others. Added 
to its high literary character are the attractions of fine 
illustrations. It promises to sustain the high reputa¬ 
tion its publishers hare achieved as [literary caterers 
through that excellent magazine, the Atlantic Monthly 
—both of which we [commend to our readers as every 
way worthy a place among their reading. 
The Trial: More Links in Tire Daisy Chain. B, 
the Author of the “ Heir of Redeh-ffe.” New Yo>a 
L>. Appleton & Co. 1 
- -- -V *IU1U L1IUW) 
Now worlds have risen—wo have lost old nations. 
And countless kings have into dust been humbled, 
Whilst not a fragment of thy flesh has crumbled. 
Didst thou not hear the pother o’er thy head. 
When the great Persian couqueror Oambysee, 
Marched armies o'er thy tomb with thundering tread, 
O’erthrew Osiris. Orus, Apis. Isis, 
And shook the pyramids with fear and wonder, 
When the gigantic Memnou fell asnnder? 
If the tomb's secrets may not he confessed, 
The nature of thy private life unfold: 
A heart lias throbb'd beneath thy ieathren broast, 
And tears adown that dusky cheek have rolled: 
Have children climbed those knees, aud kissed that 
_ft 
well iu his department, taking care to blow off 
from time to time part of the contents of his 
boilers, filling up with the fresher water of the 
ocean; knowing that for every stroke of the 
piston pure water is withdrawn, leaving its salt 
behind. 
Another scientific wonder, of an opposite 
character, was talked about several years ago in 
a country town; when, to aid in the temper¬ 
ance cause, the liquors of the landlord were 
purchased for a boutire. It was reported that 
the liquor had to be boiled two hours in order to 
make it strong enough to burn !— e. w. 
Rochester, N. Y., 1SU5. 
“withinless than five hours’ interval.” How 
many farmers transgress daily this injunction, 
founded upon the natural laws. The stomach is 
no exception, but requires rest, as well as the 
other organs of man’s physical system. 
We commend to the readers of the Rural, 
the article on “Eating,” page 456, of the “Ag¬ 
ricultural Report," for 186“ 
L. L. Fairchild. 
Rolling Prairie, Wis., 1865. 
JOE POLIS, THE INDIAN GUIDE. 
“ Suppose I should take vou in a dark night. 
' ' ' ’ ' • J J y L 1 - L '- tAWLAAi.AILjj LU ivuu- 
ert at the time. 
In the evening he brought from the garden 
six beautiful rosy-cheeked apples, put them on a 
plate, and presented them to Robert. He was 
much pleased at his father's kindness and 
thanked him. “ You must lay them aside for a 
few days, that they may become mellow,’’ said 
the father. And Robert very cheerfully placed 
the plate with the apples in his mother’s store¬ 
room. 
Just as he was putting [themjaside, his father 
laid on the plate a seventh apple, which was 
quite rotten, and desired him to allow it to re¬ 
main there. 
Narrativb op Privations anti Sufferings op IT. S. 
Officers avd Soldiers, while Prisoners of War in 
the hands of the Rebel Authorities, being a Report 
of a commission of Inquiry appointed by the United 
States Sanitary Commission; with aa appendix con¬ 
taining tho testimony. Published at "the office of 
Littell's Living Age, Boston, Mass. 
We hardly need tell onr readers how painfully inter¬ 
esting this Narrative is A!I[who have friends or rel¬ 
atives in the Army—and who has not?—will desire to 
read it—should read it. If any have failed to appreci¬ 
ate the wicked—the dcylish. spirit in which this rebel¬ 
lion was conceived, and which has animated its 
leaders during its progress, they will not do so after 
reading this testimony to its character. 
man, unless he had a fortune' left him to keep 
up appearances? Tho great mass of thieves, 
criminals and paupers, have come to what they 
are, by being brought up in idleness. Those 
who constitute the business part of the commu¬ 
nity—those who make our great and useful 
men, were taught iu their boyhood to be indus¬ 
trious. 
-- 
The ashes of a cigar are little thought of—those 
of a man scarcely more. 
Lvi’..*, Americans; Or, Verses of Praise and Faith 
from American Poets. By Rey. George T. Rider, 
M. A. New York: D. Appleton & Co. 
As the title indicates, this book embraces selections 
from the best of our poets. The author in his preface 
remarks that while our religions poetry lacks the deep 
historical back-ground [of ecclesiastical architecture 
and tradition, and the steady glow of style born of 
high polish and consummate discipline cherished in 
the University life of the older countries, our. Ameri¬ 
can poets "have caught from Nature more than she 
has hitherto vouchsafed since the days of the Psalm¬ 
ist. All her sweetest inspirations have como down 
like life-blood into our sacred verse.” Audit his voi- 
ume, containing selections from Croswbll, Long7e£ 
low. Bishop Doans, Mrs. Sigourney, Robt. Lowell, 
Hastings, Emerson, Eutavt, Auue Cart, Law¬ 
rence, Whittier, Tapt-an. Richard Stokjis Wllli3, 
Bethune, Bishop Burge??, and a score of others, il¬ 
lustrates and prove this statement of the author. It is 
a worthy contribution to the library of Americans who 
are proud of their country's posts. For ..sale by 
Steele & Avert. 
ADDRESS TO THE MUMMY IN BELZONI’S 
EXHIBITION. 
In the Zoological Cabinet of Prof. Ward at our 
University, stands the brutal Gorilla, and not far from 
it the skeleton is shown. Of the animal no account 
was given iu tho Rural months ago, and the fine 
poetical address to it. Near that animal lies a Mum¬ 
my from Egypt, Bppareutly a preserved female body as 
the head and features indicate. This is another great 
c.nriosiiy in the cabinet. When Belzoni had spent 
several years in making very important, discoveries in 
the pyramids, eatacoml>9, Ac., of Egypt, he returned 
to England and exhibited the results in 1820. The 
interest mul attraction was great as to the Mnmmies. 
The exhibition brought out the following poetTy ad¬ 
dressed to the Mnimny, It was received with high 
favor there, a* it will doubtless be also i>y many read¬ 
ers of the Rural, if the Editor concur in the opinion. 
For it is not of easy access to many who would 'ad¬ 
mire it. c. D. 
BT HORACE SMITH. 
