MOORE’S RURAL REW-YOREER, 
TOE L.U5OK9T-C1K0T7LATINQ 
Agricultural, Literary aud Family Newspaper 
IS PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY 
BY D. D. T. MOORE, ROCHESTER, N. Y. 
himself was a host, and I own I felt very proud 
of him. 
That evening I tried to he very gay. I 
laughed at all of Melly’s pranks; I sang little 
snatches of songs; I caressed Prince: I tried so 
hard to forget that withering to-morrow that 
was to take my Fred back to dangers and perils. 
Fred,-1 think, understood my feelings, for 
now and then I would encounter a look from 
those earnest eyes that whitened my checks and 
made me tremble with the effort of restraint. I 
thought that evening would never come to an 
end. But it did at last, and I had kissed Fred 
good night and was alone in my own room. I 
sat down on the bed where Molly was sleeping, 
and let the great hot tears roll down my face 
and fairly blind me. 1 own I felt ashamed to 
cry. I could not hut scorn my heart for being 
so very weak, I know I wondered what had 
become of those proud, patriotic feelings that 
had hushed all my fears a year before, when at 
the first call to arms I had seen my dear one ride 
away, and had cheered his last hour at home 
with glowing smiles and brave words. Ah ! 1 
have learned since then — by many a tale of 
woe — that sometimes brave men that go forth 
to meet the enemy come not back again. 
War had become a thing more real to me; but 
I knew I was wrestling with fear when I ought 
to have been trusting in God. 1 slid down on 
my knees by the bed, and a strong, unvoiced 
prayer went up to tbe dear All-Father for 
strength and courage. 
My prayer was granted, for the next morning 
I parted with Fred without ft tear. I buckled 
on bis sword, brushed back tbe brown hair, 
every thread of which was precious to me; 
kissed, for the last time, those dear lips, 
clasped that warm hand in mine, and heard 
“ God bless yon, my own darling sister! ” — and 
Fred was gone. Meliy cried bitterly for a long 
time, and at last fell asleep with her tear-stained 
face on the glossy neck ot Prince, who, in the 
kindness of his canine heart had brushed the 
little golden curls nearly straight with his sym¬ 
pathetic tongue. 
The days passed ou. I had little time to 
weary waiting for letters. They came olten and 
were full of inspiration and hope, nnmingled 
with dark forebodings or fears. March was reso¬ 
nant with trumpet-winds; the sunshine grew 
warmer and warmer ; blue - birds, meadow¬ 
larks 8nd robins twined their songs with the 
perfume of cowslips, liverwort and violets, and 
the warm rays bound them in a wreath and 
made the season a royal crown. A radiance 
borrowed from sunny days filled my heart, 
I forgot my fears, or smiled at the thought of 
them. 
All at once Melly sickened. A great scarlet 
flame of fever wrapped her about, and scorched 
and smothered, and finally drank up the little 
stream of life that had been musical with rip¬ 
ples of childish mirth. 1 looked on the still 
face, so sweet and peaceful, and felt that Melly 
was with her father and mother in that beauti¬ 
ful land where flowers are fadeless, and eternal 
spring reigns. I thought how often her baby 
voice had tried to sing, “I want to be an 
angel; ” and now 1 felt that God hud made her 
such, and although my heart was sore with the 
loss, I could not but feel that it was best for her. 
I laid that little white face away beneath the 
violets, and went to my lonely home, so stiff, 
so silent, with no little gleeful laugh to 
light it up. 
I wrote the sad news to Fred. There were 
long, dark, weary days between the one on 
which 1 wrote and the one on which I received 
an answer. I hardly know how I endured 
them. Fred’s letter came—so full of sympathy 
aud tender love — so full of concern for me. 
He had forgotten his own sorrow to s&otbe and 
assuage mine. I felt strengthened and com¬ 
forted. I lifted my heart to the dear Father 
and I felt healed. 1 went about my work cheer¬ 
fully. I went out often and hunted up the poor 
and needy, and while I was often by the bed of 
sickness, something would whisper, “Get ac¬ 
quainted with sorrow and suffering, for you will 
taste more of it soon.” I tried to still those 
whispers or 6mile them down, but did not 
always succeed. 8priog, tremulous with beauty, 
brightened into summer. Bud after bud un¬ 
clasped its green calyx, and opening, revealed 
the wondrous wealth of loveliness that had been 
nursed so long in silence and darkness. I 
worked in my garden — that little garden that 
Fred and I had planned and cultivated together. 
It seemed so much dearer to me now that he 
was not there. I expected him home the last of 
June for a short visit. He had written :— “1 
am coming home, dear Hope — for a few days 
only,— I must not be away from my duty long, 
but those days are all to be spent with you.” 
How glad I was! 1 arranged everything 
about his room just as 1 knew he would like It 
best I put all of Mclly’s toys and dresses, and 
everything that had been hers, away, that tbe 
sight of them might not trouble Fred and make 
him sad. Everything was ready for Lis coming, 
and a few days more would bring him. 
One morning I was in my garden. I was try¬ 
ing to train up a cypress vine that had got , 
entangled with a morning-glory. I was very 
earnest about it, for I did not wish it to injure , 
any of the blossoms. I had not heard the gate 
opeD, and did not know that any one was ap¬ 
proaching until 1 heard my name spoken. I 
turned with a Etartlcd quickness, and beheld a ' 
sohcr-looking gentleman holding an envelope 1 
1 trembltd from head to foot. 1 
Written lor Moore’s Rural New-Yorfce: 
A FANCY. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker, 
MYTHOLOGICAL ENIGMA. 
When evening folds her starry wings 
Within the Rest of night, 
And waiteth for the breaking forth 
Of morning’s early light; 
Then, if yon listen, yon may hear 
Faint echoes, soft and sweet, 
Of holy music, floating round 
The place where angels meet. 
The dim celestial beauty that 
The silvery moonbeams shed, 
Is but the glory shining down 
Of angel-crowns overhead, 
To cheer the waiting ones on ear.h 
Whose feet, have weary grown, 
And raise the heart that faintetb, on 
The pathway to the Throne. 
I am composed of 21 letters. 
My 8,10, 4,11, 20, 3, It was a deity who was some¬ 
times represented as the avenger of slighted love. 
My 1,11,20.11,12 was tbe goddess of Agriculture. 
My 0,2,18, 0 was the muse of History. 
My 15,20, 9,18,17,13, 8 was the favorite residence of 
my 22, 8,10. 
My 22, 5,8, it, lo, 21,10 was the son of Apollo, and 
the nymph Clymene 
My 1 , 8. 7, 7.13,23, 22,11 was the muse or epic poetry. 
My 19,10, 18, 2,13, 8 was one of the three graces. 
My 4, 13, 24,13, 22,10,23, 10, H was one of the three 
goddesses who punished by their secret stings the 
crimes of those who escaped public justice. 
My whole were the three daughters of Themis,whose 
office was to spin the thread of human destiny, and 
cut it off at pleasure. 
Woodsflold, Ohio. J. E, Hill. 
tST Answer in two weeks. 
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’Tis Autumn, and the fading leaves 
Sail slowly down upon the wind, 
Leaving like Death, when he bereaves, 
The living germ of hope behind; 
’Tis autumn and the enn is dim, 
His summer fire ts nearly gone; 
The breeze wails ont a mournful hymn, 
And al! the earth is sad and lone. 
’Tis Autumn; overland and main 
A veil of azure haze is thrown, 
As if the parent heaven again 
Had claimed onr planet for its own: 
And the bine vestments of the sky 
For garniture of glory given: 
’Till scarcely can the straining eye 
Tell which is earth or which is heaven 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker, 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 23 letters. 
My 1,12, 3,10, 20 is a boy’s name. 
My 11,5,18, 3, 9 is the name of a temple. 
My 17. 2,19,20 is a small animal. 
My 7,15 is a verb. 
My 14,1,12,10. 5,11, 9, 0 is the name of a General. 
My 4.22 is the same as my 7,15. 
My 16, 22, 6 is often seen in the morning. 
My 13,15 is the same as my 23, 22. 
My 21,15 is an exclamation. 
My whole was one of tbe seven wonders of the 
world. Dwight. 
63 V Answer in two weeks. 
HE GREAT NEW-ENGLAND REMEDY 
DR. J. V. POLLAND’S 
WHITE PINE COMPOUND. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker, 
AN ANAGRAM, 
Is now offered to tbe afflicted throne!)ont the country, 
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the New Hfigland States, where Its merits have become 
as well known as the tree from which, in part, it derives 
its virtues. 
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Urine, Bleeding from the Kidneys and 
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Give it a trial if you would learn the valne ot u good and 
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Sold by Druggists aud Dealers In Medicine generally. 
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Proprietor, lIoNton, Ainas. 
LANE * PAINF. and CURRAN & GOLEK, General 
Agents for Rochester, N. Y. 822-5teo 
Iknht otn usacbee bet eey si grtibb, 
Dna lismse rae hignualg ertbe, 
Hte arebt htta sbate uihwti si thlig, 
Nad erfe orfm spin adn reae. 
A sblhu nym niegt eht ketsdar odluc, 
Ree eya’d satl acbsm tapedr, 
Adn ntehnurcad bet eteninen iimse, 
Yma rink cth dsdseta teahr. 
Middleport, Niagara Co., N. Y. 
S3?~ Answer in two weeks. 
“Write a book, Hope.” 
So said my brother Fred, one bright morning 
in February, as he lay stretched at length on the 
lounge watching my swift lingers as they twisted 
and twined the heavy knot of brown hair at the 
back of my head. * 
Fred and I had that morning talked long 
about the ways and means of earning money, 
and doing good, etc. 
I turned a quick look of inquiry. Fred was 
in earnest; I could always read his face like an 
open book. There must have been something 
comical in my look of surprise, for Fred’s hand¬ 
some, manly face broke into numerous sunny 
dimples that ended in a good, hearty laugh. I 
laughed, too, for Fred's laugh was contagious; 
it always filled the room with sunshine —at 
least for me it did, for no one in the wide world 
was dearer to me than my brother Fred. 
I waited a moment until the ripples of laugh¬ 
ter had subsided, and then spoke: 
“ What now, Fred ? ” 
“O nothing, only you looked so queer! ” 
“Well, no wonder, you talked so queer.” 
“I was in earnest, Hope.” 
“I know it, Fred.” 
There was a little pause. I finished brushing 
my hair, adjusted my collar, sat down to my 
sewing. Fred thrust all his fingers through 
Melly’s curls, lifted them above her head, and 
then let them fall in a golden shower upon her 
little white shoulders, drummed on the wall, 
pulled at the curtain tassels, and finally broke 
out — 
“You could write, Hope, if you would 
only try.” 
“I haven’t the time,” said I. 
“Yon could find time — you could.” There 
was a strong emphasis on the last word. 
“ Well, but I haven’t the tact.” 
“ Pshaw, Hope; I say yon have.” 
“Yon think so.” 
“I know so.” 
“ Do you think I could earn my bread and 
butter by writing?” 
“You could do good.” 
“I doubt that, good brother mine.” 
“ J have heard you say so many times, ‘ I wish 
I could do more good.’ Now, Hope, your let¬ 
ters have done me more good than anything 
else, and without them I do not know what 
I might have been; and I have felt many 
times while reading them that you might com¬ 
fort many hearts and strengthen many weak 
hands with your little pen if yon would only 
be willing to try.” 
I shook my head and was going to reply, but 
looking np I canght the doleful, discouraged 
look on Fred's face, and a merry laugh bubbled 
up and overflowed my lips in spite of me. 
Fred did not laugh. I thought he looked half 
vexed. He was sitting upright now with his 
golden brown hair terribly tumbled up and his 
neck-tie. all awry. Little Melly, with her small, 
white lingers, was trying hard to smooth bi6 
whiskers straight and make that “dreadful” 
moustache lie back away from his lips that her 
baby mouth might, steal a kiss. 
“Don’t look, so discouraged, Fred; one of 
these days, when this war is over, and the dear 
old flag floats once more, proudlier than ever over 
all onr pure, free America, I’ll writo a book,ar.d 
yon ehali be the hero, and what’B more, perhapB 
there will be a heroine." 
Fred smiled just a little, got up, threw Melly 
upon his shoulder, and went to his room whist¬ 
ling “John Brown.” 
He was to go back to his regiment the next 
day. I had to crush the teare back every time I 
thought of that; but I did not let him know it 
He was brave-hearted and true to his country in 
her hour of terrible trial, and I wished even 
then (and in all my after sorrow I never repented 
that wish) that I had a dozeu 6ueb brothers to 
defend the dear old flag. I had but one, and he 
Anna 
Mt first was the name of a prophet and priest, 
Imprisoned awhile, bat shortly released; 
My second was a bower, and but one of the kind 
In the pages of history you ever can find; 
My whole was a vine, by man neither planted nor 
tilled, 
Although ot gTeat size, by an insect was killed. 
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ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, Ac., IN No. 822, 
Answer to Geographical EnigmaPride goeth be¬ 
fore destruction, aud an haughty spirit before a fall. 
Answer to Anagram: 
’Tis Slander 
Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue 
Ontvenoms all the serpents of the Nile, whose breath 
Rides on the rustling winds, and doth belie 
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The. rapid development of Blinds, it* steady Increase in population and wealth, and Its capacity toprortuoo 
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the amounts of the principal crops of 1804, for tho whole country, as follows: Indian corn, 530,581,403 bushels; 
wheat, 160,695,823 bushels; oats, 176,690,004 bushels; or which the farms or Illinois yielded 138.356,186 bushels 
of Indian corn; 33.3T1,173 bushels of wheat: and 24,273,751 bushels <ff oats—in reality more limn one fourth of 
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HUMOROUS SCRAPS 
Mrs. PiKTiNGton says that Ike has bought a 
horse so spirituous that he always goes off on a 
de-canter. 
A new beatitude :—“ Blessed is the man that 
maketh a short speech; he will be invited to 
come again.” 
Tbe following is a genuine transcript of an 
epitaph;—“Here lies the. remains of Thomas 
Woodhen—tbe most amible of husbands, the 
most excellent of men. N. B.—The name Is 
Woodcock but it would not come in rhyme.” 
Sidney Smith said of Lord Brougham that 
he prepared himself for his Parliamentary 
campaign “by living on raw beef, drinking 
oil of vitriol, and spending his spare time in 
playing with the tigers in the zoological gar¬ 
dens.” 
To a lady wiio once complained of the inso¬ 
lence of c-omc English coal-heavers, their em¬ 
ployer replied by an humble apology on his own 
account, adding, “ But, madam, to tell you the 
truth, we have failed in all our efforts to get 
gentlemen to undertake the business.” 
towards me, 
did not reach out my hand to take It, and I felt 
as though I never wished to open it. 1 knew too 
well what I might read from an envelope bear¬ 
ing the stamp of the telegraph company. I 
know 1 removed my garden gloves slowly, but 
with an unsteady hand. 1 turned my head 
away, looking at my garden. I remember my 
diamond-6haped verbena bed with its wealth of 
scarlet blossoms appeared to me at the time a 
great pool of blood. Then I took the note— 
JST Straight to the zenith of the firmament 
of Fashion — even as a star might go up from 
the horizon to the meridian — PhaJon’s “ Night 
Blooming Certus” has ascended in three short 
years, leaving behind it all the lesser lights, for¬ 
eign and domestic, and establishing its pre-emi¬ 
nence over all the perfumes of the day. Sold 
everywhere. 
