Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker, 
TO PRAIRIELAND. 
BY DORK HAMILTON, 
When all the world is young, lad, 
And all the trees are green. 
And every goose a swan, lad. 
And every lass a queen, 
Then Hy for boot and horse, Lad, 
And round the world away. 
Young blood must have Its course, lad, 
And every dog his day. 
When all the world Is old, lad. 
And all the trees are brown. 
And all the sport is stale, lad. 
And all the wheels run down. 
Creep home artd take your place there, 
The spent and maimed among, 
God grant you find a face there 
You loved when you was young. 
The rain falls through the leafless branches of 
the locust trees this morning, and trickles down 
the panes. The wind sighs and moans around t he 
corners, and wo shiver by the bright, lire In the 
dining-room. Can itboonlythreernonthsago that 
a message came to ns in our far away home ? 
Only three months? It was August then, and 
summer was arrayed In all her glow and glory; 
a little thin let ter somehow found its way Into 
our retreat, and straightway disturbed our peace. 
We had visions of dear oues, from whom the 
cruel years had parted us; wo listened again to 
voices from out the “lang syne,” our feet stood 
amid the flowery billows of the west,, and at last 
we were contented. 
“Let us go,” I said to CLAUDIA. Wo can 
send a letter to-morrow morning, and follow It, 
onrselveB the next day. and bv Hatunlav 
HELP YOUR FATHER, 
“Could I help you, father?” said Lucy, lay¬ 
ing down her bright crochet work, “ I should 
be glad to if I only knew what you wished 
written.” 
“ Well I shouldn’t wonder if you could, 
Lucy,” he said, reflectively. “ Pretty good at 
figures, are you V ” 
“ It would be a fine story if I did not know 
something of them after going twice through 
the arithmetic,” said Lucy, laughing. 
“ Well, I can show you in five minutes what I 
have to do, and It’ll be a powerful help if you 
can do it for me. I never was a master hand 
at accounts in my best days; and it does not 
grow any easier, as I can see, since I put on 
BpCCS.” 
Very patiently did the helpful daughter plod 
through the long, dull lines of figures, leaving 
the gay worsted work to lie idle all the evening, 
though she was in such haste to finish her scarf. 
It was reward enough to see her tired father, 
who had been toiling all day for herself and the 
other dear ones, sitting so cosily in his easy 
arm chair, enjoying his weekly paper as itjean 
only he enjoyed in a country home, where news 
from the great world beyond comes seldom, and 
is eagerly sought for. 
The clock struck nine before her task was 
over, but tbe hearty, “Thank you daughter, 
a thousand times,” took away all sense of weari¬ 
ness. 
“It’s rather looking up, when a man can 
have an amanuensis,” said the father. “It is 
not every farmer that can afford it.” 
“ Nor every farmer’s daughter that is capable 
of making one,” said mother, with a little par] 
donable maternal pride. 
“ Nor every one that would be willing, if she 
were able,” said Mr. Wilber which last was a 
truth. How many daughters might be of use to 
their fathers in this and many other ways, who 
never think of lightening care and labor! If 
asked to perform some little service, it is done 
at best with a reluctant step and an unwilling 
air which rob It of all sunshine or claim to grat¬ 
itude. 
Girls, help your father, give him a cheerful 
home to rest in when evening comes, and do not 
worry his life away by fretting because he cannot 
afford you all the luxuries you covet. Chil¬ 
dren exert as great an in finance on their parents 
as parents do ou their children.— Country Gen¬ 
tleman. 
ward. No obnoxious bandbox claimed our pro¬ 
tection, no awkward umbrella insisted upon 
being carried; our lunch basket was well filled 
and the sun shone. 
Ts it not Madame he Staki,, who says that 
“Traveling is one of the saddest pleasures of 
life?” But there was no sadness for us that 
day, as wo journeyed through uu unknown land 
of brightness and beauty. We speculated upon 
our companions; wc admired the landscape with 
its changes of field, and wood, and river; and then 
a treasured volume in azure and gold shared our 
thoughts till the evening fell. 
Night came and still we were speeding on; ten 
o’clock and a lull in the interior of the car; pas¬ 
sengers found the most comfortable positions 
possible, and a fitful slumber ensued, broken by 
abrupt baitings, and the occasional passage of 
the conductor with his lantern. Tbe moon 
abundant and of good quality. The soil is of 
various kinds,sometimes black clay, then gravel 
and sand; but everywhere I heard the same story 
of great fertility. They told us tales of pioneer 
life, and hearing it all I said they were worthy 
of the fair land that now smiled with Its harvest 
of ripened grain. They had come from homes 
of plenty, and subdued the wilderness—men of 
energy and daring, women strong to love and 
enduro. And yet 1 did not like western society. 
The tone of moral sentiment is too different, 
from ours to suit us from the stern east. Peo¬ 
ple here wear out their lives to gain great pos¬ 
sessions, and instruct their children to glory In 
gain. As yet they lack the refinement and polish 
of older places, but still they are doing much to 
bring about a better state of things, in the es¬ 
tablishment and liberal support or public schools. 
We went to hear Bishop Simi-son oue Sabbath; 
the house was crowded even to the aisles, and 
several hundred men were sitting, while I am 
sure 
VIEW OF 
No scenery is so charming to the lover of 
nature, as that to which a water-fall lends its 
peculiar attractions. Unlike any other feature 
of a landscape, a sheet of falling water, with its 
accessories—the rippling, flashing stream and 
the fleecy veil of mist—are ever newand striking, 
and are gazed upon with constantly recurring 
wonder. The shifting aspects of a water-lall 
are so many and so varied, that we can never be 
said to grow familiar with them. From what¬ 
ever point in the landscape a water-fall Is sur¬ 
veyed, we catch“new views; so that its multi¬ 
form expressions, (iu many cases, seem to he 
exhaustless. We clamber up the ledge of rocks 
over which the water t umbles, to gaze at it from 
above; we descend the steep declivity to enjoy 
tbe effect from below, and we risk drowning to 
ways,—such as Tanghanic, Taghanic and Tuug- 
hannock,) 1s found on a small stream called 
Hulsey (’reek, near Truinan6burgh, in Tomp¬ 
kins County, some ten miles from the head of 
Cayuga Lake, and about a mile from the lake 
Bhore. The fall, in receding from the lake, has 
worn a deep gorge in the yielding shales, with 
banks 380 feet high. The stream now falls in an 
unbroken sheet over a limestone terrace 210 
feet in height. 
We have just received the following pertinent 
lines, written for the Rural, by II. E. M. of 
Trumansburgh, N. Y.; 
TAUGHANICK. 
Bright visions, thoughts of beauty and of song. 
Come to to my mind unbidden, as I ■view 
Thy gentle flow, thy silvery spray, thy rocks 
Majestic, and thy far extending chasm 
Riven broad and deep by Nature's mighty hand. 
How many years have passed away since first 
Tny waters gave this steep majestic plunge, 
No tongue can tell, no history can snow. 
Perhaps since first Creation’s hand attired 
The dark and formless earth, and bade the streams, 
The rivulets to spring from mountain sides 
To wander thro’ the valleys of the sea, 
1 hose rocks and woods have echoed mournfully 
Thy ceaseless roar, thy spirit stirring song. 
May no rude hand mar thy wild loveliness; 
But let the hearts of those who, ages hence, 
Shall gaze upon thy wondrous sheeted form. 
Feci awe as deep and reverential love 
As did the wild, untutored forest child. 
When he beheld, with mingled love and fear, 
This bouuty-clad, majestic cataract; 
Aud lie loved well to watch thy ceaseless flow. 
And hoar thy never silent thunder tonee- 
Reclintng ’neath the leafy forest’s shade, 
Aud turning oft to view the pleasant shores 
Of bright Cayuga, which he loved to call 
His happy hunting grounds. 
at least fifty ladles stood through the long 
service, some of them with faces full of fatigue. 
Although a trifle, it affected me unpleasantly. 
We took frequent rides and drives over the 
prairie ronnd about, which looked like noth¬ 
ing so much as the great ocean, whereof the 
distant farm-houses answered to snowy sails. 
Wo attended fairs, differing but slightly from 
eastern fairs—most of the interest centering 
about the trotting matches, and 2.36 is no bad 
time wherever found. Wo gathered prairie flow¬ 
ers by the armful, and hazel nuts in abundance; 
went out after prairie chickens; hunted up go¬ 
phers, and lay awake nights,! islenipg to the howl¬ 
ing ot the wolves. Day after day we saw the 
emigrants In their covered wagons trailing on 
to the further west. Day after day we watehed 
the Indians passing on their stout ponies—true 
aborigines, with blankets, moccasins, and all 
complete. We learned to expect pie three times 
a day, accompanied with sorghum, which no 
young Hawkeye is willing to forego for even 
oue meal. Wo warmed ourselves by fires made 
of corn, ami finally became quite domesticated in 
1 ralricland. 1 he place is beautiful, and growing 
better continually. Railroads are running 
would those of a portrait. We strive to get 
full-face and profile views. We examine it in 
foreground, aud then stand ufar off to enjoy its 
effect in perspective. Moreover, unlike every 
other feature in a landscape, a water-fall’s attract¬ 
ive powers do uot depend upon its size and ex¬ 
tent. A little rill trickling down a hjil-side, and 
falling with a gentle sound upon rocks be¬ 
low, has beauties whichjwe recognlJ^e as readily 
as we do the sublimities of Niagara. 
The State of New Yorkaboumlsin water-falls. 
Niagara, Genesee, Trenton, Portage, and many 
others less widely celebrated, ure the resorts of 
all who can justly claim an appreciation of the 
sublime and beautiful in. nature. Among the 
number, and distinguished chiefly by its height 
and the picturesque character of its surround¬ 
ings, is the fall an engraving ot which we have 
given above. 
Taughanick Fall (the name is written in several 
Cause of Earthquakes.— The soft air which 
fans the cheek of beauty into rosy blushes, and 
hears to the invigorated sense the freshening 
perfume of summer flowers, is potent enough to 
press upon the earth at the rate of 15 pounds to 
every square iuch. It is the pressure which 
keeps our pie crust down. A slight Increase of 
the pressure would force It Into the burning 
fiood, lor the globe is molten within and agitated 
as a huge furnace, and a trifling decrease of pres¬ 
sure would suffer the struggling forces to break 
through from below. Earthquakes invariably 
happen at the fall of the barometer--that is, 
when the air becomes slightly thinner, less 
heavy, aud consequently less capable of treading 
down the crust upou the tops of the imprisoned 
flames. Over a hundred miles of country the 
removal of the atmospheric pressure will some¬ 
times amount to nearly 2,000,000 tuns, which is 
a sufficient relaxation of force to permit the out 
break of an earthquake. 
A WORD TO BOYS, 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
ILLUSTRATED REBUS. 
A writer in an educational journal, the title 
of which we have unfortunately lost, has the 
folowing pertinent and truthful remarks : 
Boys, listen! The first thing yon want to 
J learn, to develop what forco there is in you, is 
self-reliance; that Is, as regards your ^relations 
to man. If I were going to give a formula for 
j developing the most forcible set of men, I 
should say, turn them upon their own resources, 
with their minds well stored with moral and 
religious truth when they are boys, and teach 
them to “depend on self, and noton father.” 
If a boy is throw n opon his own resources at 
fifteen, with the world all before bim ’where 
to choose, and he fights the battle of life single 
handed up to manhood, and don’t develop more 
than an average Bhare of executive ability, tbeu 
there is no stuff iu him worth talking about. 
He may learn “ to plow, and sow, and*reap, and 
mow,” but this can all bo done with machines 
and horses, aud a man wants to* be! something 
better than cither of these. Wipe out of your 
vocabulary such a word as fail, give up^wishing 
for improbable results, put your baud to the 
plow, or whatever tool you take^to, aud then 
drive on aud never look back. Don’t even sight 
your person to see if it is straight; “don’t be 
consistent, but be simply true.” If you go “ to 
see a reed shaken by the wind,” it^is pretty 
likely you will never see anything ofpnore con¬ 
sequence .—Phrenological Journal. 
vulsive movement for a lew moments—more 
whistling and another dead stop. What, could 
it mean? Claudia grasped my arm, and asked 
if we were going to collide! Everybody was 
aroused, and the truth began to be whispered 
about. An emigrant train had run off the track 
ahead of us, aud wo must quietly wait where we 
were. How long? Two hours. But the two 
hours lengthened into four, before our way 
was clear. * 
Chicago came iu sight at last, aud the baggage 
man was ou board with his bundle of cheeks. 
The western t rain would certainly wait for us 
he Haul, and with this pleasant luce upon matters 
we took tickets for the Wells St. depot, and 
smilingly inquired of the presiding official the 
time of the next train to l’ralrielaml? “Eight 
o’clock this evening, ladies," was the bland reply. 
Consternation must have been plainly visible 
upon our countenances, for the official stroked 
his whiskers pensively, and counseled us to 
patience. Wo Bolaced ourselves with sundry 
cups of cofleo and slices of Boston brown bread 
aud then we voted unanimously to explore Chi¬ 
cago. 
Forthwith wo started, und if our traveling cos¬ 
tumes were not inimnnuhitA »_ /• 
ANECDOTE OF WEBSTER, 
Iubius is a true story connected with Web¬ 
ster’s intimacy with Branch Fierce, the Plym¬ 
outh hunter, which has never been printed. 
It was Mr. Webster’s custom, iu the hunting 
season, to travel across from Marshfield to the 
1 lyraouth woods, aud meet the other huntsmen 
at the cabin of “ Uncle Branch.” On one of 
these excursion® he wub overtaken by a storm 
which lasted all day. No other huntsmen ap¬ 
peared at the cabin, and solitary sport was out 
ot the question. But Mr. Webster, who often 
mude small occasions groat by his wonderful gen- 
lus, was not at a loss for eutortaimnent. Adapt¬ 
ing himself to the peculiar religious inclina¬ 
tions of his hosts, while they pursued their usual 
homely occupations, ho read aud repeated 
from memory a multitude ot the psalms and 
hymns with which much reading had made him 
familiar. Hour after hour the great, statesman 
puccd the floor ot that eubln kitchen, repeating 
Answer in two weeks, 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 52 letters. 
My 8, 36,41,17, 21, 44 is a county in Asia. 
My .18, 81, 48, 4, 22, 98,11, 52,12 is a town in Russia. 
My 29,35, Vi, 40, 2,10, 37 is a river in California. 
My 26,1, 45,14 la a mount in Oregon. 
My 40, 7, 51, 30, 32 is a strait on tho coast of Green¬ 
land. 
My 32, 5, to, 14,18, 50, 42, 4 is a groupe of islands in 
the Pad lie. 
My 84,50,10, 28, 30, 86,24,11 is a lake in North Amer¬ 
ica. 
My 29,6, 31,13,15,10,12,12 is a cape on the coast of 
Greenland. 
My 20,9, 12,3, 41, 39, 4 is a bay on tho coast of Af¬ 
rica. 
My 32, 88, 12, 38, 25, 37, 27, 10, 39, 43 is a gulf on the 
coast of North America. 
My 40, 22, 37, 31, 49, 28 is an Isthmus In the western 
continent. 
My 28,1, 38, 5, 82, 48, L 6, 30,7 is a peninsula in North 
America. 
My 3, 28,50, 0, 47 1b a sea in Russia. 
My whole la a true saying 
Riga, N. Y, Rock. Laud. 
Answer in two weeks. 
Strangb Custom.— At the funeral of Prince 
Joseph Bonaparte, at Rome, after the ceremo¬ 
nies were concluded—that is, after tbe coffin of 
the Prince had been deposited in its appointed 
place iu the family vault, the maltre d’hotol of 
tho defunct, walked up to tho coffin and said iu a 
grave tone, “ Whutareyour Highness’s orders?” 
No reply issuing from the coffin the maitre 
d’hote! backed out, and, on reaching tho por¬ 
tico ol the church, shouted to the coronoted 
carriage without, “Home! his Highness has 
given no orders.” The custom dates from the 
liftcenth century. 
Tuansparknt Houses.— In the vicluity of Sur¬ 
prise \ alley (Nevada,) is au extensive quarry of 
gypsum, perfectly crystalized, aud as transparent 
aa a block of ice from the clearest pond. TIub 
rock naturally breaks in perfect squares, and 
without cutting can bo used for building pur¬ 
poses. Several houses will soou be erected of 
this material, and it is thought that no windows 
will be required, as tho blocks of gypsum will 
admit light. A building, const ructed of this ma¬ 
terial, would certainly preseut a splendid and 
falry-like appearance. 
Capital I’s.—** Why do yon look at me, la- 
stead of on your book ? ” said the teacher of a 
primary school for the second or] third time to 
one of tho youngest pupils. “You can’t road 
letters in my face, can you ? ’’ “ Yes." “ What 
letters ? ” “ I’s,” promptly answered the small- 
one. 
ANSWER TO ENIGMAS, Ac., IN No. 825 
Forney’s Philadelphia Preassays “The Little 
Corporal” is to be the great child’s paper of 
America. It delights all ages. 
The price is only one dollar a year; sample 
copy ten cents. It is published ;by Alfred 
L. Sewell, Chicago, Ill. 
Tub late Archbishop of Dublin once Inquired 
of a physicun, “Why does tho operation of 
hanglug kill a man? " « Because,” replied tho 
physician, “ inspiration is checked, circulation 
stopped, and blood suffuses aud congests tho 
brain.” “ Bosh I » replied His Grace, “ it is be¬ 
cause tho rope is not long euough to let his feet 
touch tho ground." 
^Answer to Miscellaneous Knigma:—Open rebuke Is 
better than socret love. 
Answer to Anagram: 
Friend after friend departs; 
Who hath not lost a friend t 
There is no nuion here of hearts 
That finds not here an end. 
Were this frail world our only rest. 
Living or dying, none were blessed. 
Answer to Miithematical^I’roblem:—1963. 
Human thoughts are like the planetary sys¬ 
tem, whore many arc fixed und many wander, 
ami mauy continue forever unintoligible; or 
rather, like meteors, which often lose their sub 
stance with their luster. 
Why are lawyers considered polite men. Be¬ 
cause they “say pleas.” 
