Aifecrtisctucnts 
weighs with an even hand the deeds and the motives 
of our daily life; and many a life that the wofld 
praises for its greatness, may be lighter than vanity 
in His balance. 
[Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker.] 
GOD PROSPER THAT BANNER 
I DiUPEOYMEXT. A New EnterprIse.—T he Frank- 
u Un Sewinp Macleiuc Oo. want a number of active Local and 
Traveling Atrents. A liberal salary and expenses paid, or com¬ 
mission allowed. Address, with stump, HARRIS BROTHERS, 
Boston, Mass. (OUp this end for reference.) 637-131. 
BY FRANK FORREST. 
WAR WIT, 
Hark ! to the chorus that rings through the air, 
From millions of hearts, from the brave and the/air,— 
Got) bless our loved country, and save by thy might. 
From the terror of chaos, the darkness of night. 
God prosper that banner.— 
That battle-scarred banner,— 
The glorious banner of Red, Blue, and White. 
“Thou Ruler of Nations, we look unto Thee, 
O, prosper forever the cause of the free; 
Uphold Thou our banner with Thy arm of might. 
And strengthen our Armies to battle l’or right. 
Beneath the old banner,— 
The bright, starry banner,— 
The lovely old banner.—the Red, Blue, and White.” 
From the farm and the workship the noble and brave 
Go forth to the battle their country to save; 
And the bright beaming eye, and the firm, onward tread 
Of the heroes, shall strike all its foes with a dread 
Of that good old banner,— 
That lime honored banner.— 
Our forefathers' banner,—the Blue, White, and Red. 
And while they are battling, fond prayers shall ascend, 
From fond hearts that love them,—wife, mother, or friend,— 
That their hearts tnay be kept, as through dangers they go, 
To the flag of their country unchangingly true.— 
To fight for that banner,— 
Columbia's proud banner,— 
The “Star-Spangled Banner,”—the “Red, White, and Blue.” 
Ottawa, Ill., 1882. 
[Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker ] 
SHOT ON PICKET. 
great, secret of content is. to judge our blessings by 
(he portion that falls to the lot of those less favored 
than ourselves; that is. so far as worldly wisdom 
is concerned. There is a nobler wisdom, that teaches 
113 to be content with such things as we haves 
“1 know it is all .just as you say, uncle Roger.” 
said Mrs. Alston, ‘‘but somehow 1 cannot acl 
upon It. Poverty galls and chafes me dreadfully, 
and I cannot see why we must creep where others 
fly. To speak right, out, why cannot Walter make 
money as last as Mr. Andrews; I am sure he has 
five times the talent? We were married at the same 
time, our families are the same: but while Walter 
has toiled unceasingly at his business, and we have 
lived plainly, dressed plainly, pinched, and saved, 
and economized everywhere, they have been sur¬ 
rounded by luxury, and, without over denying thern- 
Helves a single pleasure, have gone steadily up in 
the world. 1 don’t see why.” 
“Alice,” said uncle Roger, folding his paper 
slowly upon his knee, “ do you know liow Mr. 
Andrews made his money? It is openly said iu 
business circles that all bis wealth was secured by a 
fraudulent assignment, whereby hundreds Of poor 
men were cheated out of their honest dues. T never 
envy such men their luxuries, and I have lived to 
see in many cases the words of the wise man made 
true: “ He that getteth riches and not by right, 
pulteth it into a hag with holes.'” 
Mrs. Alston thought of her noble, true-hearted 
husband, who would scorn the thought of dishonest 
gain, and was silent L T nclc Roger went on. 
“Do yon know how many sick turns little Fred. 
Andrews has?” 
“Yes,” said Mrs. Alston, “1 knew they fancied 
he was delicate, and sent for a doctor every lime he 
sneezed.” 
“ lie has epileptic fits,” said uncle Roger, “and 
the doctor tells me he is gradually losing his mind. 
He will probably be an idiot in a few years. The 
family say nothing about it. but you can imagine 
what a terrible trial it must bo to them.” 
Mrs. Alston could easily imagine, and with a 
shudder at Hu.'dreadful thought, her eye sought for 
her own little 'Willie, at play in the yard below. 
What if it were he? Would there be anything 
bright and beautiful enough in the world to lighten 
the cloud of Borrow for one moment? There were 
tears in the mother’s eyes as she folded up the little 
half worn garment to replace it in her basket. She 
did not envy Airs. Andrews now, and as she saw 
her coming up the street, she even fancied she saw 
a tad and careworn expression upon the pretty face 
of her wealthy neighbor, and she pitied her in her 
heart. 
“One thing more, Alice, said uncle Roger, as 
she was putting away her work; “don't be Vexed 
with an old man for telling you that you make your 
lot a great deal harder than it might be by your 
wastefulness in throwing away so many precious 
things that are given to you.” 
Airs. Alston looked surprised, and uncle Roger 
went on. “This afternoon, when Jenny and Wil¬ 
lie came in from the woods with their flowers, their 
whole souls were filled with the pure happiness 
kindled by the pleasant ramble, and the sweet blos¬ 
soms were as precious to them as gold to the miser. 
Their first, thought was an eager wish to share tlipir 
pleasure with you, and in their childish impatience 
they were, perhaps, rather too thoughtless of (he 
mud. It was a little provoking, no doubt, to have a 
clean dress spoiled, but it was not worth spoiling 
the joyousness of two little loving hearts for. The 
children came like a burst of sunshine into the 
room, with their happy faces and (heir fragrant 
flowers, but you sent them away in a cloud. There 
was something lost from your life then, Altce.” 
ATrs. Alston made no answer save by her thought¬ 
ful face; but in a few moments Jenny came quietly 
into the room, bearing iu her hands a vase of the 
wild flowers. She glanced at her mother, hesitated 
a minute, then placed them upon the mantel. 
“ You have arranged your flowers very prettily. 
Jenny,” said her mother. 
The child’s face brightened instantly, and taking 
the vase carefully down she said, 
*• Oh, mother, if you only would look at them a 
minute. Such lovely violets, and these tiny bells, 
I do wish I knew what they were; and just see this 
little waxy thing, just the color of baby’s cheek.” 
They are very pretty, J ENNY.” said her mother. 
“ I hardly thought you would find so many so early 
in the season.” 
“ We only found a lew in the woods, and then we 
went over to the south meadows to hunt for violets, 
because you said yesterday you loved them better 
than all the rest of the wild flowers.” 
Airs. Alston kissed Jenny, but could not say a 
word, only she took two ol’ the violets from the 
vase, and pinned them on her bosom. Jenny 
carried back the vase with a pleased and satisfied 
look, and in a few moments more was busily play¬ 
ing in the yard with Willie, the disappointment all 
forgotten, and the shadows scattered by the sun¬ 
shine. How cheaply purchased is a child’s happi¬ 
ness ! A word, a smile, a loving glance, these are 
surely trifles to pay for joy enough to overrun the 
whole nature, and break in smiles from heart to lip, 
cheek, and eye. 
That night Mrs. Alston sat for two weary hours 
darning stockings, when her fingers fairly ached to 
get hold of the. last new magazine, lying with uncut 
pages upon the table beside her. Rut this time 
The Markets.— Batteries. — There has been a 
decided advance on rebel batteries, particularly on 
the Cumberland, and the entire stock was closed 
out and charged to profit and loss, the rebels taking 
the loss. 
Bacon .— A decided movement in rebel stocks, 
both in Tennessee ami Missouri, two principal hold¬ 
ers. Price and Floyd, at last accounts being busy in 
saving theirs with gfeat diligence. 
Navigation ..—A high boated stage on the Cumber¬ 
land and Tennessee rivers, is fatal to a large amount 
of rebel property exposed on the banks. Several 
boats have discharged iheir cargoes with great pre¬ 
cision. consignees making an assignment from over¬ 
stock. 
JBxefiange.— Southern exchange is easy and declin¬ 
ing, plenty offering and taken in two large lots, the 
little balance of “three hundred,” recently an¬ 
nounced as against the Government, being now “on 
the contrary quite the reverse.”— Chicago Tribune. 
Change of Tune.— A gentleman whose slave 
accompanied a young Confederate officer on the 
Wildcat expedition, asked the darkey on his return 
to Nashville, how long the army was on the march 
from its encampment to the battle-field. “About 
four days.” was the reply. “ Well, how long werb 
they marching back?” “About two days, massa.” 
“ Why, how is that, Joe? Could the men travel any 
faster back, when they were broken down with four 
days march and severe fight, than they traveled for¬ 
ward. after a good rest in camp?” “ Oh. I’ll tell 
you what made the difference, massa,” said old Joe; 
“it was the music. They marched toward Wildcat 
to the tune of Dixie. .When they marched back, 
the tune was, ‘ Fire in the mountains—run, boys, 
run!’” 
Hallegk’s Joke,— General Halleck was lately 
guilty of giving expression to the following bon 
mot: Col. Wyman, the commandant at Rolla, on 
being ordered by Gen. Curtis to join him with his 
regiment, telegraphed to St. Louis lor instructions 
as to what he should do with his post, as there was 
no one to relieve him of his command, In reply to 
his message, Gen. Halleck sent, him the following: 
“ Stick the post in the, ground, and go on.” 
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637-tf Rochester, »VT T.; or. Cincinnati, Ohio. 
BY SHIRLEY CLAIR 
Darkly, drearily the shadows deepened. Black 
clouds flitted across the sky. obscuring the few 
faintly glimmering stars that strove to shed their 
silvery beacon light upon the somber scene. 
Through the lofty pines the hoarse November winds 
swept with a mournful wail, as though the wind-god 
sighed at the scenes of devastation over which 
ho roamed. The steep mountain-lops loomed up 
rugged and shadowy, while from the distance floated 
up the roar of the swollen torrent, as it rushed 
madly down the rocky gorge. In the full vigor of 
his fresh young manhood, a proud form paced his 
solitary beat. The dark rings of his silky hair clus¬ 
tered around his smooth white brow, and floated out 
from under liis crimson cap. His flashing black 
eyes peered cautiously around, as though seeking 
to pierce the darkness. How many thoughts were 
teeming through bis busy brain! Thoughts of 
home. Mends, country. He remembered why lie 
was tins standing in the silent watches of the night, 
in one of the dreary mountain passes of Virginia. 
Tighter he grasped his trusty rifle, fiercer flashed 
the black eyes, as he thought how the sacred sfar- 
gcimued flag had been trampled in the dust. The 
fair still face of the dead Ellsworth rose up before 
him, while the pale lips seemed to whisper, “1 gave 
my life’s blood for that flag; Oh! my countryman, 
avenge thou its downfall.” Then came another, his 
boyhood’s playmate, his bosom friend; stretched 
stark and cold upon the battle-field, the poor muti¬ 
lated hand, from which the betrothal ring had been 
torn, folded over the pulseless breast. “Poor 
Harry! noble fellow!” be murmured, while the 
dewy mist gathered in his eye. IIarkl did not his 
quick ear catch the sound of a stealthy footstep? 
No, it was but the rustle of the tassel ud janes sway¬ 
ing in the wind. “Poor Harry! how he longed 
for the time to come when on the battle-field he 
could avenge his fall.” Then came the vision of the 
deadly fray; how unflinchingly he would meet the 
foe; what laurels he would win for himself, and how 
proudly the loved ones would welcome him. 
Instinctively his hand sought his breast, and nestled 
over his heart. 
Listen! coidd that be the wind? No, a twig 
cracked beneath the Iread of a frightened squirrel. 
“ But the lurking bushwhackers! if they should be 
sneaking around.” The proud form straightened; 
the quivering fingers sought the trigger. “It was 
there, under the brush. No, it could have been 
nothing.” The fair head was turned aside, better 
to peer into the darkness. A dusky shadow—a 
gleam—a blinding Hash—a whistling ball and ring¬ 
ing report. Then the manly form lay quivering on 
the sod, the purple life-tide welling up from the 
faintly beating heart and crimsoning the ground. 
All the camp was astir. Poor Charlie! dead! 
dead! the noble heart stilled forever! No, he still 
breathes; tenderly they raise him, the pale lids 
unclose, the bloodless lips whisper, “tell my mother 
it was sweet to die for the stars and stripes; tell my 
darting,” the faint v v faltered, bending lower they 
heard the words, “ Love, lleaveu!” and all was still 
Poor Charlie I in all the glory of noble manhood, 
cut down by the assassin’s hand. Dead! dead! and 
strong men, unused to tears, wept as they tenderly 
bore the stiU form to their camp. There, upon his 
breast, shattered by the leaden ball, and crimsoned 
with his heart’s blood, they found a lovely face. 
Golden ringlets that gleamed like prisoned suu- 
beams, eyes blue as summer sky. Oh ! Nellie, 
warm, loving heart, God pity thee! Shot on picket. 
Noble heart dead! dead. Solemnly, silently, tear¬ 
fully, they laid him in his narrow bed. 
* * * * * * * # * 
Bright tinted ivy festooned the low porch, many 
colored asters nodded their heads in the wind across 
the white graveled walk. In-doors a pleasant look¬ 
ing woman, whose black hair was threaded with 
silver, moved quietly about her household duties. 
An aged man, with bent form, dim eyes and snowy 
locks, sat in the chimney corner. Soon a stalwart 
man entered the room, throwing his hat aside. The 
woman paused, stepping eagerly to his side; “what 
news, Pail; any letter from our boy?" “Yes?” 
querulously questioned the grandfather, “any news 
from our Charlie?” “No, wife; no. father, none; 
but never fear, we’ll hear soon!” Over the wires 
flew the message that was to bring desolation to the 
little home. “Charlie dead! shot on picket.” 
“Our only one, our darling! dead? Oh! God be 
mcrcafiil!” What wonder that the fond mother 
wept, and refused to bo comforted? or that the 
doting father groaned iu agony. The old grand¬ 
father (as they told him of his grandson’s last 
words) rebuked them. “Children, weep not, but 
rather rejoice; for by blood such as his shall that 
glorious flag be washed free from the stain it too 
long has borne, and the chains of the bondsmen rent 
in twain.” 
TIOCHESTER CITY SCALE WORKS. 
1 V GREAT REDUCTION IN PRICES. 
E. A. Forsyth & Co keep conttontlv on band a large assort¬ 
ment of 
Hay. Cattle, Grain, Platform and Counter Scales, 
which thev will sell at ereatlj- reduced prlcoR. 
I f" All Work warrant' ll. 
Address E. A. F< >R«YTH k CO.. Rochester. N. Y., 
fi3fi-2f,teo Old Stand ol Durvec A Forsyth. 
QENESEE VALLEY NURSERIES! 
Great Inducements to Nurserymen 
And others, who wish lo purchase Or plant in quantities. 
FROST tfc Co., 
Fi-oprietors of Genesee "Valle.-v- Nurseries, 
ROCHESTER, IS. Y., 
Have an immense stock of 
FRUIT TREES. SMALL FRUITS, FRUIT TREE STOCKS, 
ORNAMENTAL, DECIDUOUS, AND EVERGREEN 
TREES, SHRUBS, ROSES, &o.. &c , 
Of every description, which are offered this Spring at areally 
red/ticrd rates — in many cases much less than it bn.- cost to pro¬ 
duce them. 
Their slock is one of the most extensive nnd complete in the 
United States. containing more than Thru- Hundred Acres. 
New Catahiaues representing the above Stock, with prices, 
will he mailed un application AddrevH 
636 3t FROST A CO„ Rochester, N. Y. 
[Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker.] 
UNCLE ROGER’S SCALES, 
BY EMTLT HUNTINGTON MILLER. 
2.-.0 PIECES NEW CARPETINGS FOR SPRING Busi¬ 
ness, comprising beautiful Styles and now designs. 
OTTI-t S’l’CX'ly 
Is more complete in variety than can be found in onb house in 
the State. Many patterns are designed and manufactured ex¬ 
pressly lor ourselves, and are not to be found elsewhere. 
ELEGANT WILTONS ROYAL VELVETS; 
Bigelow nnd English Brussels; 
English Tapesti vs, American do; 
Lowell, Hartford, and other best makes; 
Extra fin pedal 3 Plysf 
Extra Superfine Ingrains, 
Common do. 
Wool ami Worsted do. 
Cotton and Wool. 
STAIR CARPETS, 
From Is dii to $2.0) per yard; 
FLOOR CLOTHS in beautiful designs; 
DRUGGETS, i 11, A. 10 and 12-1 wide 
Feltings, Dutch Wool. Hemp; 
In fact, every kind of Carpeting the market affords. 
Cur arrangements with manufacturers are such that we shall 
be in daily receipt of goods direct from the looms, for the next 
90 fifty*, inaklpg otj! stock very attractive at [ill times. 
We purchase Rir rash of the makers, which enables us to seU 
as low as any hoase in the State. 
ALSO, 
Manufacturers nod dealers in Jluslt, Hair, Palm Leaf, and Sea 
Grass Mallresses 
Pnalbrr Red* and Pillows, made to order, of Pure Live Geese 
Pill liters. 
: ~ ~ Carpet Warn Rooms, 35 State St., Rochester. N. Y 
636-eotf HOWE A- KOGEltf*. 
“Dear me!” exclaimed Mrs. Alston, holding 
up a child’s jacket front her mending basket, “noth¬ 
ing but mend, mend. This jacket is not worth 
another stitch, and yet I must spend at least two 
hours over it- when 1 want so much to finish my 
new dress before night.” 
The torn garment was turned over and inspected 
with looks of increasing dissatisfaction, but the ugly 
rent grew no less, and there was no way but to 
attack it resolutely with needle and thread. The 
little sewing chair was drawn nearer to the open 
window, where the clear May sunshine streamed in, 
and the fingers began to move slowly over the work. 
The lady’s eyes, now and then glancing from her 
sewing, wandered out upon the pleasant scene, 
springing grass, and budding leaves, and merry 
passers by. The door of a handsome dwelling, on 
the opposite side of the street, opened, and a richly 
dressed lady passed down the broad steps and into 
the street. 
“There goes Mrs. Andrews again,” soliloquized 
Mrs. Alston, as the unfinished work fell idly into 
her lap; “shehas nothing in the world to do but 
etyoy this pleasant weather. No jackets tor her to 
mend—and that elegant walking dress suits her 
style so perfectly. I declare I am fairly out of con¬ 
ceit with mine, it will have such a cheap, shabby 
look.” 
The needle started on its way again with a sharp 
jerk, and the look of discontent deepened on the 
lady’s face. The work was nearly completed when 
there came a rush of eager feet along the passage, 
the door of the room was burst noisily open, and 
two children bounded in, cheeks glowing, eyes 
sparkling, and hands full of wild flowers. One was 
evidently t he proprietor of the torn jacket, the other 
was a girl some two years his senior. They rushed 
up to their mother, all eagerness to display their 
woodland treasures, and before she could interpose 
a word, two of the four muddy little shoes had left 
their prints upon the skirt of her dress. 
“ I never saw such perfect bears,” exclaimed the 
mother, pushing them away from her, and shaking 
the mud front her dress, without so much as bestow¬ 
ing a glance upon the delicate blossoms, “ with 
scented breath, and look so tike a smile.” 
A cloud came over the happy faces of the chil¬ 
dren, and Jenny walked gravely away lo find some 
water for her flowers, while Willie tossed his care¬ 
lessly upon the table, and sat down in the window, 
saying, half fretfully. “Oh, I’m so hot! Mother, 
can’t I go barefooted just a little while? Jim 
Barnes does, and Addt too.” 
“ No, of course you can’t.” said his mother. “ I 
do believe you would teaze to go naked if you saw 
a beggar too poor to get any clothes. You may 
have to go without any jacket yet, if you tear your 
clothes this way. How would you like to go to 
church next Sunday in your shirt sleeves?” 
“1 think it would be splendid: may I, mother?” 
said Willie, suddenly brightening up. 
Mrs. Alston looked at him, half vexed and half 
aipused, but a hearty laugh from an elderly gentle¬ 
man at the other window turned the scale, and she 
laughed in right good earnest, 
Willie spent a minute in trying to comprehend 
the fun, and then took advantage of the happy 
change in his mother’s face, to petition for a piece 
of bread and butter. He was dispatched to the 
kitchen in search ot it, and once more the sewing 
went quietly on, till the unlucky jacket was held up 
neatly mended. 
“ How nicely you have done that, Alice,” said 
the old gentleman, looking admiringly upon the 
skillful sewer, “you meml almost as well as your 
mother did.” 
The lady smiled, but did not look quite pleased 
as she said, “I know, uncle Roger, you are always 
complimenting my mending, and 1 am sure I have 
enough practice to make me perfect in that line, but 
it does seem too bad to have to waste so much time 
over old clothes. There is Mrs. Andrews never 
does a stitch of mending lor her boys, and her hus¬ 
band started in business the same time Walter 
did. Why. the other day the old-clotbes man came 
inhere, with some things in his basket, he had just 
got from there. There was a jacket of Fred’s that 
While paper is so exceedingly scarce in the 
South, we can’t see why the Confederate authorities 
are permitted to waste it by printing Confederate 
notes upon it. 
The smoke and flame of battle usually begrime 
and blacken flags, but they bleached Buckner’s 
black Hag to what passed for white. 
Jeff. Davis says that the Southern Confederacy 
has no floating debt. True, the poor creditors may 
consider it sunk. 
All the stay-laws in the world couldn’t make the 
rebel armies stay at any point which the Union 
armies are approaching. 
The rebels at Memphis had better strike for Now 
Orleans. We guess their “rights” are somewhere 
down that way. 
We have received a Charleston paper two or 
three weeks old. It lias intelligence of Gen. Pil¬ 
low’s hemming in the Federal forces near Fort 
Donelson. Poor Pillow’s hems were ripped out 
rather unceremoniously. 
The Democrat stlys that Jeff. Davis has lost the 
Border Slates. But he never had them to lose. For 
instance, he never had Kentucky. He only “put 
his foot in it.” And in return Uncle Sam has put 
his Foote in Tennessee. 
/ IRA NBRBRY COTjTT-UK and Plants, 
v An extensive cultivator of this fruit oiler- hi-, xervices to 
inspect limits, or to contract for planting butts. Will visit any 
part or the country tine acre of waste " hog meadow ” will nett 
morn than the Rest- farm. Selected plant* turnished vcrii Itnei 
ACMroiM ‘Gkaxhkhky." care of C. M- .Saxton. Agricultural 
Iiook Publisher, New York 63fi-8t 
OOFI KTGr SLATE 
EAGLE SLATE COMPANY. 
DEPOT, QUARRIES, 
Corner of 10th Avenue and At Hydeville, Vermont. 
12th Street. New York. A. K. liIDKU, 
ADAM PONTON. Superintendent. 
This Company invite the attention of the public to their 
superior unit well known Giskkn and Pcim'i.k roofing slate 
which they are prepared to deliver from their Quarries or De¬ 
pot, in all -ties suitable for rooting. 
The public are cautioned against u spurious and inferior arti¬ 
cle, which tins been represented and used as “Eagle Slate." A 
Stale roof is preferable to tin, shinnies, or iron. If well put on it 
lasts a life-time without needing repairs. It is as cheap as tin or 
shingles, It ueods no paint. Rain water from a slate roof is 
pure; it. Ims no taint of decayed wood or paint. Slate roofs are 
fire-proof;- Insurance Companies favor them. Steam will not 
affect them. 
Experienced slaters, if required, will be sent to any part of 
the country, upon application at the New York Depot. 
Orders addressed us above, or to G. FURMAN, 2(5 Courtlandt 
Street, New York, will receive prompt attention. 
New York. March. 1862 635-5t. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 10 letters. 
My 1, 16, 3, 1 is the name of a county in New York. 
My 2, 1, 4, 1, 12, 9. 1 is to review. 
My 3, 2, 11. S is a kind of metal. 
My 4, 3,14. 2, 7.12 is a species of lemon. 
My 5.13.10, 4, 11. 1 is a lake in North America. 
My 6,14. II, 10. 10 is a violent action of the meteorological 
elements. 
My 7,16, 3. 1. 8, 14 is the cast 
My 8, 7. 14, 1 is a mark. 
My 9, 7 is in like manner. 
My 10, 3, 14.1, 16 is a bishop’s cap. 
My 11, 8, 0, 1, 14 is an assault. 
My 12, 7.16 is a conjunction. 
My 13, S is a preposition. 
My 14.1, S, 13, 5 is a game with a racket and ball. 
My 15, 8, 13,11,12 is a river in Vermont. 
My 16, 7 14. 14, 1, 12 is carious. 
My Whole is the name of a Federal floating battery. 
Nelson, Ohio, 1862. Orlando II. T- 
Answer in two weeks. 
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bn removed from the pre.iiiises before t-he first ol Muy "next* r or 
particulars apply to Thomas S»rru u Frances St Rochester, or 
address 0. H. ROGERS, Palmyra, N. Y. 
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\ PT-*I4K STOCKS.- 1,000,000 one rear, and 2,000.000 
two years old Apple Stocks, at from $1.50 to $2,110 l,0u0. 
Our Stocks are unsurpassed, and we offer t hem for cash at the 
above war prices. ENSIGN & FORD, 
614 -tf Ohio Nurseries, Toledo, Ohio. 
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AGRICULTURAL, LITERARY AND FAMILY WEEKLY, 
!S PUBLISHED EVKKY SATURDAY, 
BY D. D. T. MOORE, KOC1IESTER, N. Y. 
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For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
CHARADE. 
And the pale fair girl with golden hair, whose 
Blue eyes looked out into the night and prayed God 
keep the absent one? Shot on picket ! her Charlie! 
Never more would the bright eyes meet hers with 
loving glances. Brave hero! noble heart stilled for¬ 
ever! Brighter and brighter shone the blue eyes, 
paler and frailer the slender form. A little while- 
then snow wreaths drifted over a new-made grave! 
They brought him and laid him there beside her. 
Noble Charlie! brave heart! 
• Thus sleep the brave, who sink to rest, 
By all tlielr Country's wishes blest! 
When spring, with dewy fingers cold, 
Returns to deck their hallowed mold. 
She there shall dress a sweeter sod 
Than Fancy’s feet have ever trod 
• By fairy hands tlmir knell is rung. 
By forms unseen their dirge is sung; 
There Honor comes a pilgrim gray, 
To bless the turf that wraps their clay; 
And Freedom shall aw hile repair. 
To dwell a weeping hermit there. 1 
Cincinnati, Ohio, 1862. 
My first is a thing of exquisite mold, 
More precious by far than mountains of gold. 
It darts through the sky like a tiling of light, 
It shines more clear than the diamond bright, 
It beams on the loved with a tender ray, 
It blazes iu wrath like the “ god of day.” 
My first is small, my second is less, 
My whole would destroy the happiness 
Of men, and women, and creatures all, 
And east o’er the earth a funeral pall. 
Adams Center N. Y., 1SC2. 
’Cjf' Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
ARITHMETICAL PROBLEM. 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma:—Acquire habits of ob¬ 
servation. 
Answers to Bouquet of Flowers; — 1st, Cuckoo-flower; 2nd, 
Dwarf pink; 3d, Forget-me-not; 4th, Gay-feather; 5th, May¬ 
flower; 6th, Morning-glqry; 7th, Passion-flower; sth. Prim¬ 
rose. 
Answer to Geometrical Problem: —Area, 5 acres 2 14-363 
roods; base, 1000; sides, 800 and COO. 
