‘•LIST OF THE KILLED.” 
Mothers, who sit in dumb terror and dread, 
Holding that terrible list. 
Fearing to look lest you see 'mid the dead 
The nume of the boy you have kissed— 
Kissed e'en ns those who, in anguish and pain, 
Kiss preeiotts faces of clay. 
E'en as you would had you sbudderingly lain 
That dear one in grave robes away, 
I pity you, sitting with faces so white, 
Striving to parry the blow; 
I know how that name will torture your sight,— 
Can fathom the depth of your woe. 
By the pang that reut my desolate heart, 
By this crushing weight ef despair, 
I know how you, too, a ill shudder and start, 
Reading that dear name there. 
I know you'll hush that passionate cry, 
Thinking of him as he lies, 
With beautiful face upturned to the sky, 
Death mailing the glorious eyes. 
“ Fighting he fell!" Does a feeling of pride 
Lighten your grief as you think 
How brave was the boy that went from your side, 
How he would not falter or shrink? 
The mother's love triumphs. Men call women weak- 
Ah, well perhaps it is so! 
I know there are tears e’en now on my cheek 
For the boy that's lying so low. 
I know that 1 start at each step on the stair, 
With wistful glance turn to the door, 
Thinking, perchance, that my darling is there. 
Peace, heart, he can come never more. 
But still-there's a thought that softens my woe,— 
Above there's a glorified list; 
And one day 111 hear with rapturous glow 
The name of the boy I have kissed. 
lie 
[Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker.] 
THE TYRANNY OF FINERY. 
“Pray, Mrp. Howard, what lady Is this who 
rides past here so often with an ugly, yellow bag 
drawn over her head?’’ I asked of alriend at whose 
house I was staying a few weeks, as, sitting at the 
window one fine Sabbath morning, I watched the 
villagers and country people passing by on their 
way to the church, a few steps down the street. 
My hostess hastened lo the window in lime to 
catch a glimpse of a handsome carriage and it® two 
occupants, one of whom had so particularly attract¬ 
ed my attention, and smiled as she answered, “ That 
is Mrs. Q.; she lives two miles out in the country, 
and attends church just below here.' 1 
“And is that unsightly object worn for the pro¬ 
tection of a costly hat, or the concealment of a 
shabby oue?'' I continued, innocenily, forgetful lbr 
the moment that the obnoxious article of head gear 
must he removed on its wearer’s entrance into the 
house of worship. 
“ The former, I assure you. Mr. Q. is one of the 
wealthiest farmers in the country, and no woman 
rides into our village more richly attired than his 
wife.” 
“ But is it quite fair,” 1 persisted, with mock quer¬ 
ulousness, “ to deny a sight of her elegant hat to 
such as do not frequent the same church with her¬ 
self? Indeed. I protest, against her light to make 
herself so disagreeable to the hundreds she must 
pass, and who will never see her except with her 
head enveloped in that hideous invention, all to 
enable her to present a more faultless appearance to 
those she visits or meets at church. But what may 
he the material that requires such formidable de¬ 
fense from the dust?” 
“ Oh, white silk, lace, and flowers, put together so 
as to form a veryjbandsome but not too showy hat; 
for Mrs. Q. is a woman of taste and avoids anything 
like gaudiness or ostentation in her dress.” 
“ Taste, indeed! I would not dispute your word, 
Mrs. Howard, hut certainly her present appearance 
does not justify your opinion. It strikes me that a 
cheap straw, with, if desired, a vail thrown over to 
catch the dust, that might, chance to settle on it. 
would constitute a better claim to a reputation for 
taste than the combination of silk, lace, and flowers 
you mention, hid from view by that cumbrous piece 
of millinery.” 
The smile on my friend’s face gave place to a 
graver expression as she drew her chair to the win¬ 
dow and sat down opposite me, and I was not un¬ 
prepared for the tone of seriousness with which she 
replied to my lastremark. “ You would forgive Aire. 
Q. the annoyance that single unfortunate article of 
dress causes you, were you aware how slighf it is 
compared with the constant trouble and anxiety she 
experiences on account of her whole surroundings. 
I do not exaggerate in saying that fine clothes, fine 
furniture, and finery in general, have reduced her 
to a state of pitiable servitude. Whenever I desire 
evidence of the clamping influence of costly attire 
over the physical nature of a person not hopelessly 
wasteful and extravagant, I have only to contrast 
the Fanny G. of twenty years since with the Mrs. 
Q. of the present, to find ample ai-gument.” 
“ Has she, then, undergone such a transformation 
as you intimate?” 
“Not having known her in girlhood, you can 
hardly realize how great the change has been. 
Fanny G. was the daughter of a mechanic doing a 
moderately thriving business in this place, and she 
and I were schoolmates. I need not stop at saying 
we were schoolmates; we were companions eveiy- 
where—at home, at day and Sunday School, in the 
fields and woods beyond the village, which we fre¬ 
quented in search of flowers, winter-greens, straw¬ 
berries and nuts, or, perhaps oftener, though we 
scarcely understood it then, far the larger sense of 
freedom we enjoyed there than in out-door existence 
between rows of brick or wooden houses. Fanny 
was a perfect gipsy in her passion for rambling, and 
I entered with little leas relish on the rude, romp¬ 
ing life into which her wild, untamed spirits turned 
the occasional holidays the indulgence of teachers 
and parents permitted us. The fear of encounter¬ 
ing angry words and looks of displeasure on our 
return from these excursions with torn or soiled 
garments, never interfered with the happiness of the 
occasion, for our clothes were always of the cheap¬ 
est and plainest material; indeed, I do not believe 
that till Fanny reached her fifteenth year she had 
ever worn a dress worth over twelve and a half 
cents per yard; besides, practice taught us skill in 
avoiding accidents to our apparel, and, even if we 
were sometimes unfortunate in this respect, a needle 
and thread could easily repair a luckless rend in 
the homely frock or apron, and soap and wafer 
quickly and effectually remove all traces of contact 
with dirt. Before I was fourteen years old, my 
parents removed to the West, taking me with them, 
and I lost sight of my friend for a long time. When, 
at last, I returned here ns the wife of Mr. Howard, 
I learned that Fanny’s marriage had preceded my 
own by several years, and that she was now the 
wealthy Mrs. Q. 
•‘No doubi of her continued affection for her 
favorite companion in girlhood intruded itself into 
my mind at this news of her brilliant, fortune, for. 
dun'ng our prolonged separation. I had cherished a 
warm attachment to her, and indulged the pleasure 
of believing I was faithfully remembered in return. 
I was, therefore, more pleased than surprised when, 
shortly after my return. Fanny called to see me, 
and with great kindness and cordiality of manner 
proposed a renewxil of our former friendship and 
frequent intercourse. I willingly assented, and an 
exchange of visits, improved by the revival of old 
memories, did much to dissipate the feeling of 
reserve time and absence bad naturally caused to 
spring up between us. But our second interview 
had not passed without my discovering that, though 
warm-hearted and affectionate as in our early inti¬ 
macy, Fanny lacked something of the ease and 
readiness ot manner that had characterized her in 
former days, and I was led to wonder within myself 
whether contact with fashionable society had caused 
this abatement of her natural freedom. Continued 
observation, aided by an occasional word, careless 
but full of meaning, from her own lips, and now 
and then a whisper from others, convinced me that 
the change 1 observed iu my friend was attributable 
to the false relations she sustained to her new cir¬ 
cumstances. 
“It appeared that on Fanny’s marriage the 
troublesome idea bad taken possession of her mind 
that the position she occupied as the wife of wealthy 
fanner Q., required her to support, a quite different 
style of dress and housekeeping from that which 
she had been accustomed as the daughter of humble 
mechanic G. Accordingly the. ample wardrobe was 
stocked with a profusion of rich apparel, and as Mr. 
Q. granted his wife entire liberty and abundant 
means to make such improvements in his bachelor 
establishment as her taste might suggest, the plain, 
substantial furniture that invited familiarity and 
shed an air of comfort aud content around was 
removed to give place to other far more elegant and 
costly, but of ambitious and repelling look. The 
splendid appointments, however, proved a fruitful 
source of anxiety and vexation to their mistress; 
indeed, so far from ministering to her enjoyment, 
they demanded her unceasing care for their order 
and preservation. Instead of making them her ser¬ 
vants, she constituted herself their slave; they were 
strangers, and she treated them as guests. She 
fancied they were hers, when in fact she was wholly 
possessed by them. She was not and could not be 
at home among them, for they lacked the eomrnoR. 
every-day, noue-too-good-to-be-used look she had 
been accustomed to see in (he old-fashioned fixtures 
of her father, and the more modern but still unpre¬ 
tending ones of her husband's house wear; besides, 
the remote prospect of a necessity for renewing such 
expensive articles was a shock to her ideas of econ¬ 
omy; so she exalted her household goods into veri¬ 
table gods, and tamed down her former free impul¬ 
sive movements to the subdued, shrinking step, cau¬ 
tious, half afraid touch, and generally constrained 
motion their acknowledged superiority demanded. 
“But Fanny felt most keenly the force of this 
artificial check on her liberty in out-door life. 
She could bear repression at home, even though 
sometimes obliged to make to herself the mortifying 
confession that solicitude about things of really 
secondary importance, besides causing her to play 
the hostess indifferently, was a constant detraction 
from her own personal comfort; but not to be able 
to escape it abroad, where every object tempted to 
enjoyment without the disturbing fear that it would 
perish in the using, was a more serious matter. Hex- 
spirit, partly expanding to its natural healthful pro¬ 
portions when released from the pressure of imme¬ 
diate contact with housekeeping eax-es and disquie¬ 
tudes, would lain exchange the stiff, formal walk or 
languid stroll along gravelled pathp, between trim 
borders, for a geuuiue, hearty play-spell mid the 
old, much-loved scenes of childhood — the orchard, 
meadow, rock, wood, and river, that had been a per¬ 
petual delight in earlier days, aud, seen from the nar¬ 
row prison windows of fashion and prudence, were 
now more attractive than ever. But. alas, the rich 
silks xtnd cashmeres, and the delicate muslins, 
bareges and tissues were more sacred in Fanny’s 
eyes than the stout calicoes and ginghams she had 
been used to wear, and, though not now without 
suits of these latter fabrics, they were admissible 
for only an hour or two ixi the morning, when the 
liability to visitors was least, and the mistress of 
Maple Grove need not, through fear of being sur¬ 
prised in vulgar undress, subject herself to the im¬ 
prisonment of tine clothes. 
“ 1 need not mention the various proofs I have 
witnessed, during the progress of my renewed 
acquaintance with Mrs. Q., of the want of harmony 
between herself and her surroundings, nur the 
many stories 1 have heard of the sacrifices of com¬ 
fort and means of enjoyment she has made to the 
exacting claims of her self-imposed tyrants—deny¬ 
ing herself the pleasure of traveling, lest the house 
should not be properly cared for in her absence—hex- 
nervous starts at every slight sound from dining¬ 
room or kitchen, when, on occasions of company, 
the costly dinner service must necessarily be en¬ 
trusted to the handling of servants—the quick, 
anxious glance at her elaborate toilet, and the suc¬ 
ceeding hurried oxeuse if a walk or drive was pro¬ 
posed while the grass was yet damp or the roads 
muddy from a recent shower.—xliese, and countless 
other evidences of discord between the inner life 
aud outer relations of a being originally independ¬ 
ent of all but natural limitations, delighLing in 
rural amusements and free- to enjoy them, but led 
by a false idea of the duty wealth owes to society, 
(perhaps partly by awakened ambition.) to forego 
the gratification of tastes that still linger but cannot 
bo satisfactorily indulged, because of the restrain¬ 
ing voice of prudence, would, if related in detail, 
form a too-lengthened narration; it is sufficient to 
say that the endeavor to reconcile the old true self 
with the new factitious circumstances has, in the 
case of Mrs. Q., proved an entire failure. She could 
not adapt self to them; she dared not subject them 
i to self.” 
“Your words, Mrs. Howard, remind me of what 
1 have often thought—that few seriously consider to 
what extent they defer their own tastes, and sacri¬ 
fice their comfort to their neighboi-s’ eyes. How 
many, hut for appearance, would ever wear any 
other than their ordinary dress? Indeed, who 
would have any extraordinary? There may be 
some, though few, 1 believe, who really enjoy fine 
clothes for their own sake and regardless of the dis¬ 
tinction they confer; to the great majority, doubt¬ 
less, the change from a studied toilet—one made up 
for effect — to one adopted independently of any 
other consideration than the comfort tff the wearer, 
is a sensible relief. Gaiety and richness of attire, 
if they have any significance, should speak of the 
happiness and mental satisfaction of those they 
adorn; whereas, they too often belie the state of 
fooling they profess to represent, and in thousands 
of instances create disquietude where none existed 
before, thus compromising the very enjoyment they 
are intended to express.” 
“ True; and the frivolous, restless endeavor to find 
happiness in the possession of articles of luxury, 
and. especially, to extract comfort from the persua¬ 
sion that others believe you arc made happy by such 
ownership, is a fruitful source of misery. The 
greatest joys are generally a surprise—come upon 
us unexpectedly—and, as they cost us no eftbrt, we 
feel free to consume them; while ihe anxiously 
sought is, by its difficulty of attainment, invested 
with a sanctity that forbids use. The house, from 
being a place for rest and social enjoyment and a 
shelter from vain, cold, beat and night damps, be¬ 
comes an object of exhausting care to its owners; 
cups and plates are masters instead of servants, and 
clothes a perplexity to the mind and a prison to the 
limbs, saying to the wearer, ; go not there or you 
will destroy me; venture not abroad till the sun haB 
dissipated the dew; step not forth after the moisture 
of evening has begun to collect, tor, though it may 
not injure you, it will be my rain; approach not too 
near Niagara’s torrent, lest the mist settle on and 
destroy this delicate fabric;' and a variety of other 
admonitions that interfere with and restrict the lib¬ 
erty of the hapless but willing slave.” 
“But, since it is impossible that the possessor of 
earthly goods, however humble they may be, shall 
lie entirely without anxiety on account of them, 
what is the true philosophy of these things, Mrs. 
Howard?” 
“ I cannot assume to determine what is the true phi¬ 
losophy, but my philosophy is to avoid everything that 
is likely to prove a greater discomfort than conven¬ 
ience to me. Whatever requires more service than 
it can render in return, tends lo degrade the indi¬ 
vidual, and I will none of it. Articles of necessity, 
of course, always pay best in proportion to what 
they demand for procurement and pi'eservation; 
but, as they are indispensable, it is not till we go 
beyond these that, there is room for hesitation. I do 
not choose to be so appareled that, if caught out in a 
rain storm, my first thought must be of my dress 
rather than of my own personal salety and comfort, 
nor to be in any way abridged of my freedom lest 
harm happen to what I have constituted my body- 
servants. As you see. I do not live in a dungeon 
for fear the sunlight may fade my carpets, and I am 
not apt to purchase articles the difficulty of replac¬ 
ing which, in case of their destruction, imposes any 
restraint upon me in the use of them.” 
“Mrs. Howard, I have wondered much at the 
absence Of birds and flowers in your house. There 
are plenty of the latter, and beautiful ones, too, in 
the garden, and I know you admire them, hut you 
never make them into bouquets to ornameut the par¬ 
lor; and, common as they are, you have not even a 
solitary canary.” 
“ Yes, I know that to the eyes of most persons 
birds and flowers give an air of cheerfulness to a 
room, but to my fancy they do not. The imprison¬ 
ment of birds looks to me like positive cruelty, for 1 
do not accept their singing as evidence of content, 
but only as an effort to make the best of a hard lot: 
in-door life is unnatural to them, and their forced 
presence gives me no pleasure. As to roses, violets, 
hyacinths, Ac., the moment they are broken from the 
stem and removed from air aud sunshine they be¬ 
come dead flowers, conveying a painful sense of 
violence and oppression. But do not suppose I 
have reasoned myself into any sentimental pity for 
withering blossoms; the feeling that prevents me 
transferring them from the garden to my rooms is 
an instinctive unwillingness to transform their 
beauty into ugliness; something like the aversion 
that caused you to cry out against my poor Mrs. Q.’s 
extra bonnet, which, see, is again doing duty on its 
mistress’ return from church. a. 
South Livonia. N. Y.. 1862. 
SOWING WILD OATS. 
Txiis is very had farming. We appeal to the most 
inveterate protectionist, ihe most distressed farmer 
that ever lived, the sturdiest stickler for plowing as 
our fathers plowed, and sowing as our fathers 
sowed, whether it would not be the very worst pos¬ 
sible style of farming for a young farmer to sow 
wild oats all over bis estate —to plant weeds and 
thistles in every field. Would it not be found that 
the wild oats would destroy the crops of grain; that 
the weeds aud thistles would overpower the grass, 
until the whole preseuted a wild and melancholy 
ruin, which long yeai's aud large capital could 
scarcely briug again into a profitable state? As in 
the physical, so iu the moral world; the seeds of 
vice once sown are difficult to eradicate, and the 
willful cultivation of these in the human heart will 
produce a still wilder ruin than the worst, weeds 
which ever mocked the hopes of the husbandman. 
An old French writer has said that -Disgust 
stands at the door of all bad places.” It may be so; 
but it is to be feared that we too often put her behind 
the door as we enter, and it is only when we would 
come out that we meet her face to face. We cover 
up her form with all kinds of disguises; we endeavor 
to cheat ourselves into the belief that disgust is not 
her real name, and that it is not the door of vice at 
which she stands sentinel; and as we pass her by, 
and enter, we console ourselves wilh the thought 
that we are only having a bit of a spree! that we 
are in for a lark! or at any rate, that we - must sow 
some of our wild oats.” We are confident, in our¬ 
selves, have great reliance on our own correct prin¬ 
ciples and light intentions, and delude ourselves 
into the belief that wo are only gaining a little 
knowledge of the world, and showing ourselves to 
be youths of spirit. And a most miserable delusion 
this is—fostered and encouraged by the wretched 
fallacy we are illustrating; and by the pernicious 
habit of glossing over vile things with eulogistic 
names. We began, perhaps, by sowing our seeds 
with a careful baud, scattering a few here and a few 
there, with long intervals between them; we are not 
alarmed by any very great expenditure of seed; we 
hardly fancy that the correct principles on which we 
rely are disturbed or shocked by these slight devia¬ 
tions from the strict rule of right; we still keep in 
the common routine of our duties, while we are 
imperceptibly being led into temptations that by 
degrees cause ns to scatter the seeds more thickly, 
and with fewer intervals between them. And we go 
on “ sowing the wild exits” until the days of our 
youth are passed, and when a miserable and prema¬ 
ture old age draws on, we fiud that the. tillage is not 
complete; it is only when infirmities have rendei'ed 
it impossible to pursue our former course, that the 
seed-time is over; and the harvest comes upon us at 
once in the shape of pains and penalties grievous to 
bear. We forsake not the sowing until the power to 
sow is departed. We forsake not the sin until the. 
sin forsakes us .—Sixpenny Magazine. 
Ifit awl Iftttttii. 
PHENTICEANA. 
The troops that whipped the rebels at Newbern 
were as raw Yankees as ever Dan Marble or Yankee 
Silsbee personated on the stage. Some of them, 
after having most gallantly carried everything be¬ 
fore them in the fight, are said to have turned a few 
honest pennies by swapping knives and watches 
with the people ol the conquered city. What do 
our Southern friends, the fire-eating chivalry, think 
of all that? Isn’t it too bad? 
We should think the chivalry would be ashamed 
to run from Yankees that sing psalms, say “keow,” 
and talk through their noses. 
The rebels threaten another irruption into the 
mountains of Kentucky. The mountains might 
not fall on them, but the. mountain-patriots would. 
Two months ago George N. Sanders issued a 
proclamation inviting the great North-West to come 
into the Southern Confederacy. The gi'eat, North- 
West has gone in. 
The Merrimac still lingers at Norfolk. She is 
ready for sea, but is she ready for the Monitor? 
The running time of' the Southern railroad cars is 
about ten miles an hour. That of the rebel armies 
on foot about eight. 
No doubt the rebel heart has been fired, as Yan¬ 
cey wished, but the Union armies are engines to put 
out the conflagration. 
The rebels threaten to suspend diplomatic rela¬ 
tions with England. They had better wait till they 
have a few. 
The Southern Government has just about as 
much money as the wool of Hollins’ “ram” would 
sell for. 
When you see a rebel army “in full feather,” you 
may guess that it will soon be in full flight. 
The Southern Confederacy, out of gas, out of 
sperm candles, out of lamps, has got to tapering. 
The rebels like to fight on the tops of hills and 
mountains, for then they can easily slope. 
Aliucufeciucnts. 
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For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 13 letters. 
My 1, 0. 2, 3 means hateful. 
My 2, 0, Xt is a part of the body. 
My 3, 6, 13 is an adverb. 
My 4, 6, 11 is a large body of water. 
My 5, 6, 11, 2 is an amphibious fish. 
My 7, 12, 11, 9 is to the found in our Western rivers. 
My 8,13,11, 10 is a luminous body. 
My whole is a noted Major-General. A. B. N. 
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My first none wish to be; 
My second God did place 
Iu tliis vain, sinful world, that He 
Might show his love and grace. 
My third is found in heaven— 
They are the greatest there; 
Unto roy fourth blessings are given, 
If asked in earnest prayer. 
My second and my fourth 
May often lie my whole; 
My tiiird created all of both, 
And hence deserves the soul. 
Cross Creek Village, I‘a., 1862. 
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MATHEMATICAL PROBLEM. 
One evening I chanced -with a tinker to sit, 
Whose tongue run a great deal too last for liis wit. 
He talked of liis art, likewise of his metal; 
I asked him to make me a fiat-bottomed kettle. 
The top and the bottom diameters to be 
In just suel) proportion as five is to three. 
The depth eight inches just, and no more, 
Holding ale gallons, seven less than a score. 
AVhat were the diameters of bottom and top 
To hold the said quantity, just to a drop? 
Stanfordville, N. Y.| 1862. H. T. 
J3P - Answer in two weeks. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &c., IN No. 641. 
Answer to Geographical Enigma:— Secession! peaceable 
secession! Sir. your eyes and mine are never destined to see 
that miracle. 
Answer to Bouquet of Flowers:—1. Snowball; 2. Caudy- 
tufi; 3. Sweet Pea; 4. Columbine; 5. Buttercup; 6. Prince’s 
Feather; 7. Day Lily; 8. Harebell; 9. .Tack-in-the-pulpit; 10. 
Moss Pink: 11' London Pride; 12. Spring Beauty; 13. Star of 
Bethlehem; 14. Venus' Looking glass. 
Answer to Algebraical Problem:—2,304 and 1,296. 
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family newspaper, and we are gratified to learn that its pros- 
pects’were never better than they are at the present time. We 
commend it to the notice of those of our readers who take an 
interest in agricultural and horticultural matters, and, we may 
add, to advertisers who desire to reach the farming communi¬ 
ties throughout the country. 
r From the. New Fork Daily Times.] 
Moore's Rural New Yorker, published at Rochester, has a 
very largo circulation, especially among the mtncultural popu¬ 
lation of the Northern, Western, and Middle .States, and offers a 
wry excellent medium for advertising to business men of this 
eitv who desire to reach those secuous It is an able and 
well-managed paper, and deserves the success it has achieved. 
[From the New York Daily Tribune.] 
We don't care what a publisher charges, so that he give? us 
the worth of our money. Mr. Moore charges 35 cents a line, 
and his circulation makes it cheap advertising. We don’t know 
the circulation of the Rural New-Yorker, but we know that 
it pays us to advertise in it 
IT WILL PAY- 
To buy your DRESS GOODS of 
Htilaloard d? Nortlxrop. 
IT WILL PAY — 
To buy your PRESS SILKS of 
HuUjUiarcI cfc ISTortlirop. 
IT WILL PAY — 
To buy your DOMESTICS of 
ZZu'b'bardL tfc NTortlarop, 
IT WILL PAY — 
To buy your LINENS of 
ZZu'b'bard. cfc NortHrop. 
IT WILL PAY — 
To buy your TABLE LINENS of 
IIxiU>U>itrcl cfc JNTortlirop. 
IT WILL PAY — 
To buy your BLACK SILKS of 
Hutotoard cfc NTortBrop, 
IT WILL PAY — 
To buy your SPRING PRINTS of 
H!uU>U>ardL cfc Nortlxrop. 
New Spring Prints. 
We have just opened an assortment of Fashionable Spring 
Garments, which are very neat and tasty. Our 
MANUFACTURING DEPARTMENT 
Is now opened, and we are prepared to manufacture Gar¬ 
ments, either in Silk or Cloth, to order. 
HUBBARD A NORTHROP, 
638 Nos. 69 & 71 Main Street, Rochester, N. Y 
E MPLOYMENT, a New Enterprise. —The Frank¬ 
lin Sewing Machine. Co. want, a number of active Local and 
Traveling Avon Is. A liberal salary and expenses paid, or com¬ 
mission allowed. Address, with stamp, HARRIS BROTHERS, 
Boston, Mass. (Clip this out for reference.) 637-13t 
MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER, 
the largest circulated 
AGRICULTURAL, LITERARY AND FAMILY WEEKLY, 
JS PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY, 
BY D. D. T. JIOORE, ROCHESTER, N. Y. 
Office, Union Buildings, Opposite tlie Court House, Buffalo Street 
TERMS I’M ADVANCE: 
Two Dollars a Year.— To Clubs and Agents as follows:— 
Three Copies one year, for to; Six, and one free to club agent, 
for $10; Ten, and one free, for $15; Fifteen, and one free, for $21; 
Twenty, and one free, for $25: and any gTeater number at same 
rate—only $1.25 per copy. Club papers directed to individuals 
and sent to as many different Post-Offices as desir ed. As we pre¬ 
pay American postage on papers sent to the British Provinces, 
our Canadian agent* and friends must add 12Ji cents per copy to 
the club rates of the Rural. The lowest price of copies sent to 
Europe. &c„ is $2.50—including postage. 
The Legal Rate of Postage on the Rural New- 
Yorker is only 3 >a cents per quarter to any part of this State, 
(except Monroe county, where it goes freed and 6 % cents to any 
other State or Territory, if paid quarterly in advance at the 
post-office where received. 
US’- Change ok Address — Subscribers wishing the address 
of their papers changed from one Post-Office to another, t' lUb 
specify' the old address as weU as the new to secure compliance. 
Direct to Rochester. N. Y —AU persons having occasion 
to'address the Rural New-Yorkeii will please direct to lie- • 
ester, N Y, and not, as many do, to New York, Albany, 
Buffalo, &c. Money Letters intended for us are frequen v 
directed and mailed to the above places Please note. 
