live face, an<l full of a childish sweetness which suf¬ 
fering lutd not, been able to obliterate. 
“ Your name is Maggie?” he said, as lie sat down 
and took her soft hand in his. 
“ Yes, sir.” Her voice struck a chord that quiv¬ 
ered in a low strain of music. 
“ Have you been sick long?” 
“ Yes, sir.” What a sweet patience was in her 
tone! 
“ Has the doctor been to see you?” 
“ He used to come.” 
“ But not lately?” 
« No, sir.” 
“ Have you any pain?” 
“ Sometimes, but not now.” 
“When had you pain?” 
“ This morning my side ached, and my back hurt 
when yon carried me.” 
“It hurts you to be lifted or moved about?” 
“ Yes, sir.” 
“ Your side doesn’t ache now?” 
“ No, sir.” 
“ Does it ache a great deal?” 
“ Yes, sir; hut it hasn’t ached any since I've been 
on this soft bed.” 
“ Tlie soft bed feels good?" 
“ O, yes, sir—so good!” What a satisfaction, 
mingled with gratitude, was in her voice! 
“Supper is ready,” said Mrs. Thompson, looking 
into the room a little while afterwards. 
Joe glanced from his wife’s taco to that of Maggie; 
she understood lnrn, and answered: 
“She can wait until we are done; then I will 
bring her something to eat.” There was an effort 
at indifference on the part of Mrs. Thompson; but 
her husband had seen her through the w indow, and 
understood that the coldness was assumed. Joe 
waited, after sitting down to the table, for his wife 
to introduce the subject, uppermost in both of their 
thoughts; but she kept silent on that theme for many 
minutes, and he maintained a like reserve. At last 
she said, abruptly: 
“ What are you going to do with that child?” 
“ I thought you understood me that she was to go 
to the poor-house,” replied Joe, as il surprised at 
her question. 
Mrs. Thompson looked rather strangely at her 
husband for some moments, and then dropped her 
eyes. The subject w as not again referred to during 
the meal. At its close, Mrs. Thompson toasted a 
slice of bread, and softened it with milk and butter; 
adding to this a cup of tea, she took them in to 
Maggie, and held the small waiter on which she had 
placed them while the hungry child ate with every 
sign of pleasure. 
“ Is it good?” asked Mrs. Thompson, seeing with 
what a keen relish the food was taken. 
The child paused with the cup in her hand, and 
answered with a look of gratitude that awoke to new 
life old human feelings which had been slumbering 
In her heart tor half a score of years. 
“ We’ll keep her a day or tw r o longer; she is so 
weak and helpless,” said Mrs. Joe Thompson, in 
answer to her husband's remark, at breakfast-time, 
cm the next morning, that, he must step down and 
see the Guardians of the Poor about Maggie. 
“ She’ll be so much in your w T ay,” said Joe. 
“ I sha'n't mind that for* a day or two. Poor 
thing!” 
Joe did not see the* Guardians of the Poor on that 
day, on the next, nor on the day following. In fact, 
he never saw them at. all on .Maggie’s account, for 
in less than a w eek, Mrs. Joe Thompson would as 
soon have thought of taking up her own abode in 
the almshouse as sending Maggie there. 
What light and blessing did that sick and help¬ 
less child bring to the home of Joe Thompson, the 
poor wheelwright! It had been dark, and cold, 
and miserable there for a long time, just because 
bis wife had nothing to love and care for out of her¬ 
self. and so became sour, irritable, ill-tempered, 
and self-afflicting in the desolation of her woman’s 
nature. Now the sweetness of that sick child, look¬ 
ing ever to her in love, patience, and gratitude, 
was as honey to her soul, and she carried her in 
her heart as well as in her arms, a precious burden. 
As for Joe Thompson, there was not a man in all 
the neighborhood who drank daily of a more precious 
wine of life than he. An angel had come into his 
house, disguised as a siek, helpless, and miserable 
child, and tilled all its dreary chambers with the 
sunshine of love. 
AiUieiliscuicnts 
Though rough in exterior, Joe Thompson, the 
wheelwright, had a heart, and it. was very tender in 
some places. He liked children, and was pleased to 
have them come to bis shop, where many a sled and 
wagon were made or mended for the village lads 
without a draft on their hoarded sixpences. 
“No, dear,” he answered, in a kind voice, going 
to the bed and stooping down over the child, “you 
sha’n’t bo left, here alone.” Then he wrapped her, 
with the gentleness almost of a woman, in the clean 
bedclothes which some neighbor had brought ; and, 
lifting her in his strong arms, bore her out into the 
air and across the held that lay between the hovel 
and his home. 
Now, Joe Thompson's wife, who happened to be 
childless, was not a woman of saintly temper, nor 
much given to self-denial for others’ good, and Joe 
had well-grounded doubts touching the manner of 
greeting be should receive On his arrival. Mrs. 
Thompson saw him approaching from the window, 
and with ruffling feathers met him a few paces from 
the door, as he opened the garden gate and came in. 
lie bore a precious burden, and be fall it to tie so. 
As his arms held the sick child to his breast, aspbOre 
of tenderness went out from her, and penetrated his 
feelings. A bond had already corded itself around 
them both, and love was springing into life. 
“ What have you there ?” sharply questioned Mrs. 
Thompson. 
Joe felt the child start and shrink against him. 
ne did not reply, except, by a look that was plead¬ 
ing and cautionary, that said, “ Wait a moment, for 
explanations, and be gentle;” and, passing in, car¬ 
ried Maggie to the small chamber on the first floor, 
and laid her on a bod. Then stepping back, he Sjiut 
the door and stood face to face with his vinegar- 
tempered wife in the passage-way outside. 
“ You haven't brought home that sick brat!” An¬ 
ger and astonishment were in the tones of Mrs. Joe 
Thompson; her lace was in a flame. 
“ I think women’s hearts are sometimes very hard,” 
said Joe. Usually Joe Thompson got out of bis 
wife’s way, or kept, rigidly silent and non-combative 
when she fired up on nny subject; it was with some 
surprise, therefore, that she now encountered a 
firmly set countenance and a resolute pair of eyes. 
“ Woman’s hearts are not half so hard as men's!" 
Joe saw, by a quick intuition, that his resolute 
bearing had impressed his wife, and he answered 
quickly, and with real indignation:—“Bo that as it 
may, every woman at the funeral turned her eyes 
steadily from the sick child’s face, and when the cart 
went o)T with her dead mother, hurried away, anil 
left her alone in that old !ml, with the sun not an 
hour in the sky.” 
“Where were John and Kate?” asked Mrs. 
Thompson. 
“Farmer Jones tossed John into his wagon, and 
drove off. Katie went home with Mrs. Ellis; hut 
nobody wanted the poor sick one. ‘ Send her to the 
poor-house,’ was the cry.” 
“ Why didn’t you let her go, then? What did you 
bring her here for?” 
“She can't walk to the poor-house,” said Joe; 
“somebody’s arms must carry her, and mine are 
strong enough for that task.” 
“Then why didn’t you keep on? Why did you 
stop here?” demanded the wife. 
“Because 1 am not apt to go on fools’ errands. 
The Guardians must first be seen, and a permit 
obtained." 
There was no gainsaying this. 
“ When will you see the Guardians?” was asked, 
with irrepressible impatience. 
“ To-morrow.” 
“ Why put it off until to-morrow? Go at once for 
the permit, and get the whole tking off your hands 
to-night.” 
“Jane," said the wheelwright, with an impres¬ 
siveness of tone that greatly subdued his wife, “1 
read iu the Bible sometimes, and find much said 
about little children,—bow the Savior rebuked 
the disciples who would not receive them; how He 
took them up in His arms and blessed them; and 
how He said that whosoever gave them even a cup 
ol’ cold water should not go unrewarded. Now, it 
is u small thing for us to keep this poor mother¬ 
less little one for a single night; to be kind to her 
lor a single night; to make her comfortable for a 
single night.” 
The voice of the strong, rough man shook, and 
he turned his head away so that the moisture in his 
eyes might not be seen. Mrs. Thompson did not 
answer, but a soft feeling crept into her heart. 
“Look at. her kindly, Jane; speak to her kindly,” 
said Joe. “Think of her dead mother, and the 
loneliness, the pain, the sorrow that must be on all 
her coming life.” The softness of his heart gave 
unwonted eloquence to his lips. 
Mrs. Thompson did nut reply, bu t presently turned 
toward the little chamber where her husband had 
and. pushing open the door, 
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Ere we were bom. the old thirteen, 
The Union flag waved high; 
And heath its folds our father’s fought 
To conquer or to die. 
And year by year new stars blazed out— 
New States to freedom given— 
Till thirty-four bright, gem* were seen 
To wave beneath the heaven. 
In holy cause at Bunker Hill, 
There Warkk.n led the fray; 
On Buena Vista's blood stained field, 
Where Taylor won Die day; 
O’er cotton bales fit New Orleans, 
Where fell the leaden rain; 
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Respected by the world, 
The emblem of true liberty, 
We saw that flag unfurled. 
Now, shame to toll, a factious few, 
By nmtl ambition driven, 
Would blot those stars of liberty 
Which rival those of heaven; 
Would trail that, old flag iu the dust, 
Nor raise an arm to save. 
Just heaven, may traitors North and South 
All find the traitor's gravel 
Oh I that the clarion voice of Cf.AT 
Again on earth were heard; 
That voice which oft iu freedom’s cause 
The hearts of millions stirred. 
That Webster's wisdom, half divine, 
Or Ahams’ burning thought, 
In rays of eloquence were to 
Our country's council brought; 
To stamp, in precepts strong and true, 
On every patriot mind, 
That this fair land to rebel hands 
Must never be resigned. 
Walworth, Wis., 1862. 1 
Her Foote-.— Somebody says that New England, 
having patiently turned cheek after cheek to the 
buffeting of Southern arrogance, cannot be very 
seriously blamed now for returning the compliment 
with her gallant. Foote. 
“Julius, why did Gen. Grant rest uneasy the 
night before bo took Fort Donelson? 
“Dttnno, Massa Johnson; ’spose he didn’t feel 
sleepy.” 
“No, sir! ’Twas because be expected to get a 
Pillow and only got a slip.” 
A Memphis paper publishes that whisky is abund¬ 
ant and not dear in that city. This gross falsehood 
is manifestly the last desperate recourse for getting 
together a quorum of the Legislature. 
Tue rebels are tearing up the railroad tracks rap¬ 
idly. and putting down their own tracks still more 
rapidly. 
It is thought that John Bell ran away from Nash¬ 
ville because he was afraid of being caught by 
some Bell-lianger. 
We don't think there’ll be much of a crop of reb¬ 
els the next season, though all that we see now are 
remarkably seedy. 
A Northern paper says that Floyd is “the tail 
of tho rebel Confederacy.” We know the rebel 
Confederacy to be cur-tailed. 
Down with the Yankees.— N. 0. Delta. 
Don’t you bo impatient. You’ll find that they 
will he “down" soon enough, we guess! 
Our forces played a winning game at Bowling 
Green, but they haven’t yet made a ten strike in 
the Mississippi. 
Tnic Confederate coat-tails at this time belong to 
the order of the “ Straight outs.” 
We think that the Nashville Banner is becoming 
decidedly loyal. That Banner is getting Star- 
Spangled. 
The two armies of the Potomac lmve at different 
times run from Bull Run. But the Union army 
didn’t, like tho rebels, run without a fight. 
Great Britain, far irorn recognizing the South¬ 
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recognizes her Commissioners as gentlemen. 
Tub Southern editors recommend that the cotton 
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hands. For the same reason the rebel armies might, 
as well be burned with the cotton and tobacco. 
The rebel Government, finding that its troops are 
chiefly remarkable for running, has hit upon the 
happy expedient, of obviating the trouble by en¬ 
listing cripples. 
A favorite way the rebel Generals have of 
(raining their troops upon the approach of our 
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AN ANGEL IN DISGUISE 
Idleness, vice, and intemperance had done their 
miserable work, and tlie dead mother lay cold and 
stark amid her wretched children. She had fallen 
upon tho threshold of her own door in a drunken 
fit, and died in the presence of her frightened lit¬ 
tle ones. 
Death touches the springs of our common hu¬ 
manity. This woman had been despised, scoffed at, 
and angrily denounced by nearly every mail, 
woman, and child in the village; but now, as the 
fact ol her death was passed from lip to lip, in sub¬ 
dued tones, pity look the place of anger, and 
sorrow of denunciation. Neighbors went hastily to 
the old tumble-down hut, in which she had secured 
little more than a place of shelter from summer 
heats and winter cold; some with grave-clothes for 
a decent Interment of the body, and some with food 
for the half-starving children, three in number. 0! 
these John, the eldest, a hoy of twelve, was a stout 
lad, able to earn his living with any farmer. Kale, 
between ten and eleven, was a bright, active girl, 
out of whom something clever might be made, if in 
good hands; but poor little Maggie, the youngest, 
was hopelessly diseased. Two years before, a fall 
from a window had injured her spine, and she had 
not been able to leave her bed since, except when 
lifted in tlie arms of her mother. 
“What is to be done with tho children?” That 
was the chief question now. The dead mother 
would go under ground, and be forever beyond all 
care or concern of the villagers. But the children 
must not bo left to starve. After considering the 
matter, and talking it over with his wife, farmer 
Jones said that be would take John and da well by 
him, now that his mother was out of the way; and 
Mrs. Ellis, who had been looking out for a bound 
girl, concluded that it would be charitable iu her to 
make choice of Kate, even though she was too young 
to be of much use for several years. 
“ I could do much belter, I know,” said Mrs. Ellis; 
“but, as no one seems inclined to take her, I must 
act from a sense of duty. I expect to have trouble 
with the child; for she’s an undisciplined thing — 
used to having her own way.” 
But no one said, “I’ll take Maggie.” Pitying 
glances were cast on her wan and wasted form, and 
thoughts were troubled on her account. Mothers 
brought cast-off garments, and removing her soiled 
and ragged clothes, dressed her in clean attire. The 
sad eyes and patient face of the little one touched 
many hearts, and even knocked at I hem for entrance. 
But none opened to take her in. Who wanted a 
bedridden child? 
“ Take her to the poor-house,” said a rough man 
to whom the question “ What’s to be done with 
Maggie?” was asked. “ Nobody’s going to be 
bothered with her.” 
“ The poor-house is a sad place for a sick and 
helpless child,” answered one. 
“ For your child or mine,” said the other, lightly 
speaking: "hut for this brat it will prove a blessed 
change. She will be kept clean, have healthy food, 
and be doctored, which is more than can he said of 
her past condition.” 
There was reason in that, but still it didn’t satisfy. 
The day follow ing the day of death was made the 
day of burial. A few neighbors were at the miser¬ 
able hovel, but none followed the dead-cart as it 
bore the tmhonored remains to its pauper grave. 
Farmer Jones, after the coffin was taken out, placed 
John in his wagon and drove away, satisfied that he 
had done his part. Mrs. Ellis spoke to Kate with a 
hurried air—“ Bid your sister good-by,” and drew 
the tearlnl children apart ere scarcely their lips had 
touched in a sobbing farewell. Hastily others went 
out, some glancing at Maggie, and some resolutely 
refraining from a look, until all bad gone. She was 
alone! Just over the threshold, Joe Thompson, the 
wheelwright, paused, and said to the blacksmith’s 
wife, w T ho was hastening oil with the rest— 
“ It's a cruel thing to leave her so.” 
“ Then take her to the poor-house; she’ll have to 
go there,” answered the blacksmith’s wife, springing 
away and leaving Joe behind. 
For a little while the man stood with a puzzled 
air; then he turned back and went into the hovel 
again. Maggie, with a painful effort, had raised 
herself to an upright position, and was sitting on 
the bed, straining her eyes upon the door out of 
which all had just departed. A vague terror had 
come into her thin, white lace. 
“0, Mr. Thompson!” she cried out, catching her 
suspended breath, “don't leave me here all alone!” 
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For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA. 
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Poor freedom is better than rich slavery. 
Chains are chains, though they be golden. 
Every door may be shut, but death’s door. 
What is not needed is dear at a farthing. 
They are not reformers who simply abhor evil. 
Wrinkles are the ruts made by the wheels ol' 
time. 
Pride is a flower that grows in the devil’s 
garden. 
When you have no observer, be watchful over 
yourself. 
He who waits for dead men’s shoes may go 
barefooted. 
If a man is dissipated, his fortune will probably 
soon be so too. 
Nothing is nobler than the aristocracy instituted 
by God; few things are poorer than that set up by 
men. 
Shut not up a brood of evil passions iu your 
bosom; like enraged serpents, they will bite their 
cage. 
To all men the best friend is virtue; the best 
high endeavors and honorable 
MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER, 
THIS LAKlit'ST CIHCn-ATKD 
AGRICULTURAL, LITERARY AND FAMILY WEEKLY, 
JS PUBLISHED JCVKKY SATURDAY, 
BY D. D. T. MOORE, ROCHESTER, N. Y. 
deposited Maggie 
went quietly in. Joe did not follow; he saw that 
her state had changed, and felt that it would be 
best to leave her alone with tlie child. So he went 
to his shop, which stood near the house, and worked 
until dusky evening released him from labor. A 
light shining through tlie little chamber window 
was tlie first object that attracted Joe’s attention on 
turning toward tlie house; it was a good omen. 
The path led him by the window, and when oppo¬ 
site, ho could not help pausing to look in. It was 
now dark enough outside to screen him from obser¬ 
vation. Maggie lay. a little raised on a pillow, 
with the lamp shining full upon her face. Mrs. 
Thompson was sitting by the bed, talking to the 
child; but her back was toward the window, so 
that her countenance was not seen. From Maggie’s 
face, therefore. Joe must read the character of their 
intercourse. He saw that her eyes were intently 
fixed upon his wife: that now and then a few words 
came, as it in answers, from her lips; that her 
expression was sad and tender; but he saw nothing 
of bitterness or pain. A deep-drawn breath was 
followed by one of relief, as a -weight lifted itself 
from his heart. 
On entering, Joe did not go immediately to the 
little chamber. His heavy tread about the kitchen 
brought his wife somewhat hurriedly from the room 
where rIic had been with Maggie. Joe thought il 
best not to refer to the child, nor to manifest any 
I concern in regard to her. 
“ How soon will supper be ready?” be asked. 
“ Right soon.” answered Mrs. Thompson, begin¬ 
ning to bustle about. There was no asperity in her 
voice. 
After washing from his hands and face the dust 
and soil of work, Joe left the kitchen and went to 
the little bedroom. A pair of large, bright eyes 
looked up at hint from the snowy bed: looked at 
him tenderly, gratefully, pleadingly, lluw his 
heart swelled in his bosom! With what a quicker 
motion came the heart-beats! Joe sat down, and 
now for the first time examining the thin face care- 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
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Behead uti article of clothing and leaye an adverb. 
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companions are 
sentiments. 
You need not tell all the truth, unless to those 
who have a right to know il all. But let all you 
tell be truth. 
The passing years drink a portion of the light 
from our eyes, and leave their traces on our cheeks, 
as birds that drink at lakes leave their footprints on 
tho margin. 
Haliburton says: — “An ounce of essence is 
worth a gallon of tiuid. A wise saying is more val¬ 
uable than a whole book; aud a plain truth is better 
than an argument.” 
Be not above your profession, and always con¬ 
sider it as the first any man can follow. Never 
shrink from anything which your business calls you 
to do. The man who is above his business may one 
day find his business above him. 
To work worthily, man must aspire worthily. 
Bis theory of human attainment must be lofty. It 
must be ever lifting him above the low plain of 
custom and convention, in which the senses confine 
him, into the high mount of vision and renovating 
ideas. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
ANAGRAMS OF BIVEKS. 
5. Gum iu Skum. 
6. Med n liul. 
7. Cook it as bes. 
8. Gale on a mohn. 
1. Tom Capo. 
2. King gay Santee. 
3. Green Coo. 
4. Sin on wies. 
Hastings, Mich., 1862. 
£3?” Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
MATHEMATICAL PROBLEM. 
Answer to Geographical Enigma:—Honor thy Father and 
thy mother, that thy days may he long in the land. 
Answer to Charade:—Covering. 
Answer to Arithmetical Problem:—6,201. 
