save them from the temptation of frequenting doubt¬ 
ful places for amusement, by supplying them with 
better pleasures at home. Many things which I 
considered improper, or at least frivolous, I encour¬ 
age now. because I find my sons desire them, and I 
prefer that they may gratify their desire at home, 
and in their mother's presence, where nothing that 
is wrong will come, and where amusements which 
under some circumstances may be objectionable 
lose all their venom, and become innocent and even 
elevating. I have found that the danger is more in 
the concomitants of many amusements than in the 
amusements themselves; that many things which 
will injure a young man in a club, or among evil 
asssciates, are harmless when engaged in with the 
surroundings of a home. As long as children are 
children, they will crave amusement, and no rea¬ 
soning can convince them that it is wrong to 
gratify their desire. When they hear certain things 
denounced as sinful by those whose opinion they 
hold in reverence, and are tempted, by the example 
Of others who defend them, to disobey their parent's 
wish, and participate in them, a long downward 
step is taken; parental authority and parental opin¬ 
ions are held in less reverence: the home that 
ostracises these amusements becomes a dull and 
tiresome place: and in secret places, among com¬ 
panions, they seek for them, until at length con¬ 
science is seared, filial feeling overcome, and parents 
are compelled to sigh over the lost affections and 
confidence of their children. 
ft I have endeavored,” said this father. “ to join 
with my boys, and be a boy with them in their 
pleasures. And 1 do believe there is no companion 
they are merrier with, and delight in. more than the 
old boy. If I think a place of amusement is inno¬ 
cent, and will please them, out we go some evening, 
mother, boys, girls and father, and enjoy the world 
all the more because we are together and do not go 
too often. 
“ But we don't care to he out from home much. 
We have a way among ourselves ot keeping up a 
kind of reading society, and we are apt to get so 
engaged in the hook we are reading, that we feel 
little like leaving it. We take great care to find load¬ 
able books — good novels, works of travel, essays, 
good biographies of good men, and the like; then 
we read them aloud in the evening, when we are all 
at home from school or store, each taking a turn at 
the reading. It always looks to me a pretty pic¬ 
ture— mother and the girls sewing at ihe table, 
Tom reading aloud from ‘Tom Brown’s School 
Days,’ (a great book with us,) and myself in dress¬ 
ing gown and dippers at the fire, and Fred and 
Willie near at hand. We are all listening eagerly 
to the history of the sturdy Tom. Fred is feeling 
ol the muscles of his arm. wondering how it would 
compare with that, of the young Rubian. And we 
are all, to my thinking, a happy, comfortable family. 
‘‘At half-past uiue o’clock I suggest that the time 
is up; but. Tom begs to be allowed to finish his 
chapter, and, nothing loath myself. I assent. In a 
few minutes 1 have my big Bible on my knees, and 
my spectacles out, and am reading the fifteenth 
chapter of John, u 1 am the true vine, and my 
Father is the husbandman.” We sing our evening 
hymn. To-night I start the good old evening hymn: 
* Glory to Thee, iny God. this night, 
For all the blessings of the light.’ 
“ We kneel together in prayer lo the Father of all; 
and then the children are off to bed, and two happy 
people, my wife and myself, are left to thank God 
for the many blessings He has granted us.” 
1 left this man, with many thoughts and some 
self-condemnation, determined that day to see what 
I could do to make another delighted family circle. 
I have begun, and so great has been my success and 
so abundant rny reward in a joyous heart and a 
cheerful, trusting family, that I would some others 
might know and try the same.— A r . 7. Chronicle. 
Wifocrtiscuimts 
I1Y EDNA DEAN I'KOCTOR. 
Mother Earth ! arc the heroes dead i 
Do they thrill the heart Of the years no more ? 
Are the gleaming mows and the puppies red 
All that is left of the brave of \ ore ? 
Are there none to fight as Theseus fought 
Ear in the young world's misty dawn ? 
Or to teach as the mild eyed Nestor taught,— 
Mother Earth ! are the heroes gone ? 
Gone f in a grander form they rise ; 
Dead ? we ran clasp their hands in ours, 
And light out path by their shining eyes 
And wreathe their brows with immortal flowers 
Whenever a noble deed is done, 
Tin the pulse of a hero’s heart is stirred; 
Where right has ever a triumph won, 
There are the heroes’ voices heard. 
Their armor rings On a nobler field 
Than the Greek and the Trojan fiercely trod, 
For freedom's sword is the blade they wield, 
And the light above is the smile of God. 
So, in liis isle of calm delight, 
Jason may sleep the years away, 
For the heroes live and the sky is bright. 
And the world is a braver world to-day. 
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These Bells being an alloy of Cast Steel, giro out a more. shar 
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WAR WIT. 
A rebel lady in Nashville asked one of our sol¬ 
diers how far the line of the Union army extended. 
He answered, “It run’s up to the North Pole, 
madam, and when I left there, two more regiments 
were trying to get ini” 
Wk have heard of several regiments of “ picked 
men,” lately. They must be fowl fellows to need 
picking. An incorrigible old bachelor says it. is a 
misprint, and should be “ pecked men.” He says it 
means they were all married, i. e.. “hen-pecked.” 
Another wretch at my elbow says, “the Govern¬ 
ment might have all picked men if they would allow 
one or two more sutlers and contractors to each 
regiment.” 
Ax EcursK.— The Confederate Almanac for 1802, 
published by Rev. Doctor Summers at the Southern 
Methodist Publishing House, announces an u eclipse 
of ihe Sun visible over the Confederate States!” 
Whereupon ihe Nashville (Tenn.) Union remarks: 
“ And now. ob gifted spiritual prognosticator of 
celestial mysteries, vouchsafe to announce that there 
will be a total edipse of the Confederate States, visi¬ 
ble over all creation?' 
Pretty Good.—A Virginia paper says that 
among the excuses offered lor exemptions from ser¬ 
vice in the rebel army, some are extremely ludi¬ 
crous. In Smyth county, one man, in enrolling 
himself, wrote opposite his name, “one leg too 
short.” The next man that came in, noticing the 
excuse, and deeming it pretty good, thought he 
would make his better, and wrote opposite his 
name — “ both legs too short!” 
The history of many a recent battle-field shows 
the importance of long legs in the rebel service. 
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Messrs. CowWi * Dp.- Gents.-] have got On- HelUuiuUt 
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—it ran lie beard lor miles. I onl y regret that [ had not such* 
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from a distance I moat cheerfully recommend them to all far 
mere, not only to cal) thol.-lp to their meals, hut also j, 
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more to begin with, ami they were continually outof order f 
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though they have been in use for manv-years. Indeed they 
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THE CHILDREN AND THE NOVEL, 
BY MRS. CAROLINE A. SOULE 
“ Well, there,” muttered Mrs. Lee. in a some¬ 
what petulant tone, as she laid down her babe, 
“thank fortune, the last one is abed and asleep. 
Now for a little comfort.” 
Carefully drawing the blankets around the tiny 
form, she rested one hand for a lew moments upon 
the gently heaving breast, stirred the cradle with 
the other, singing the while a low lullaby. Assured 
from its soft breathing and quiet limbs that it was 
indeed asleep, she turned from it quickly, drew her 
low rocker to the stand, picked up the light, and 
took from underneath a miscellaneous pile in her 
work-basket, an uncut novel. 
“ What a beautiful title,” said she, all traces of 
weariness vanishing with electric rapidity from her 
countenance. As her eyes glanced over its pages, 
the dull look they had woru all day disappeared, 
and the light of anticipated joy Hashed in its stead. 
“ I know that I shall be pleased with it; J feel that 
it will be interesting," continued she. “What 
charming names the author has chosen. None of 
your Johns and Hannahs, your Roberts and Mar¬ 
garets—oh no! here is noble ltodorigo, poetic Clar¬ 
ence, sweet Florida, saintly Tberese—why. there is 
not an ordinary name in the hook. The writer must 
be one of unusual taste!” 
Having hastily cut the leaves, she shaded her 
brow with one hand, grasped the charming book 
with the other, as though it were polished gold and 
she a miser, and commenced, in the phrase of en¬ 
thusiastic novel readers, to devour the pages. 
Rapidly did her eyes run over the first chapter. 
But then—she turned her head with a quick, 
impatient movement. Did she not hear a noise in 
the cradle? Yes, a little hand was lilted from 
beneath the cover. 
“ Too bad, loo bad; he'll be awake all the evening 
now;” and she glided with a noiseless step to the 
child’s side. But the eyelids were still closed— the 
measured breath of slumber stole gently from the 
half-parted lips, and the offending hand rested in 
quiet beauty upon the soft cheek. 
It was a fair, sweet babe, whose little heart had 
throbbed but one short summer. As it lay there, 
the spell of sinless sleep upon his brow, it seemed 
the type of all things pure and blest. Eden, with 
all its loveliness, never charmed the gaze of Eve 
with such a picture, The holier feelings of the 
mother’s breast were touched, as if by a hand from 
heaven. The angel began to trouble the deep wa¬ 
ters of her soul as she stood beside that cradle lied; 
and when, after a vigil of several moments, the child 
still sleeping, she bent her head and imprinted upon 
its lips the Idss of love, the healing wave flowed for 
an instant — then ebbed, for the novel was not yet 
read. 
Resuming her seat, Mrs. Lee again took her book. 
But the fiction seemed to have lost some of its fas¬ 
cination. For some time her glance vacillated be¬ 
tween its finely printed pages and her heaped up 
basket. She even put ou her thimble and threaded 
a needle. But a moonlight scene, where in a honey¬ 
suckle bower the noble lover draws a trembling 
girl to his bosom, and pours into her ears the lie- 
witching words of wild courtship, acted like magic on 
the reader’s mind, aud she became absorbed in the 
glowingpieture. The second and third chapters were 
soon perused, and she was entering with interest 
upon the fourth, when a sweet, voice from the trun¬ 
dle-bed called out. “Mother, mother, mother.” 
Her ear caught the sound, but it made no impres¬ 
sion upon her mind till.lt had been several times 
repeated: then turning quickly, in no very gentle 
voice she exclaimed, “ What do you want, Lizzie ! 
I thought you were asleep an hour ago.” 
“ I have been asleep, mother,” answered the 
daughter in a timid tone. “ 1 waked up because”— 
“ Because you were a naughty girl and wanted to 
plague me. Strange that I can’t have a minute’s 
comfort;” and going hastily to the bed she drew the 
clothes around the child and hade her shut her eyes 
aud go to sleep. 
“ I want a drink, mother; I can’t sleep I am so 
thirsty.” 
The mother looked around; there was neither 
pitcher nor glass in the room. 
“It’s always just so. I never forget to bring up 
wafer but you are Sure to want some. Why didn't 
you drink last night, when I had a whole pitcher 
full for you?” 
“I wasn't thirsty last night. Do please give me a 
drink and I'll go right to sleep.” 
“I am not going to run down stairs to-night; so 
just turn over and shut your eyes." And she sat 
down again lo her novel, leaving the thirsty child to 
its thoughts or dreams as the case might he. 
Lizzie, as she said, wanted a drink very much, 
and so she turned and tossed and tried to think ot 
everything but water, while that was all she could 
think of. 
“ If I only had one little swallow,” murmured she 
to herself; “ I guess I could get along till morning.” 
But she might as well have wanted a pailful; there 
was no prospect ol getting any. By and by she 
spied upon the stove hearth a tin cup. “ The baby’s 
milk!" said she- “ Perhaps that would he as good 
as water. I woDdor if mother would let me have 
it.” She looked toward the parent. She was ab- 
sorlied in her book; her very being seemed bound 
up in it. The child knew too much to disturb her. 
But perhaps she could get it without disturbing her 
Once a gentleman who had the marvelous gift of 
shaping a great many things out of orange peel 
was displaying his abilities at a dinner party before 
Theodore Hook and Tommy Hill, and succeded in 
counterfeiting a pig. to the admiration of the company. 
Hill tried the same feat, and after strewing the table 
with the peel of a dozen oranges, gave it up with the 
exclamation, “ Hattg the pig! I can't make one.’, 
“Nay. Hill,” exclaimed Hook, glancing at the mess 
on the table, “you have done more; instead of one 
pig you have made a litter.” 
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the guilty cause of all her trouble. A little fore¬ 
thought, a little self-denial, a little discipline of 
temper, and all hail been well. 
It was a long time ere she ventured to sit down 
and rock the children, and they did not soon close 
their eyes in sleep. They would start and scream, 
then draw back such long sighs that the tears which 
trembled in the mother’s eyes would flood her 
cheeks. 
When, at last, they rested in a sweet, calm slum¬ 
ber, she was at a loss how to put them down, to 
release her weary arms, without the risk of new 
confusion. There was no one whom she could call 
upon for aid. No one! Yes, there was the little 
trembling creature whose tender skin still smarted 
with the chastisement of an angry mother. 
“ Lizzie.'' called the mother, after a long while, in 
a very low, gentle tone. 
The child was quickly beside her. 
“ Bring your little chair, and sit down close to me 
and see if you can draw the baby on your lap with¬ 
out waking him.” 
Lizzie did as directed, and the babe was soou 
clasped to her heart, her lips breathing childish 
words of affection over its unconscious form. 
Very carefully did Mrs. Lee laydown her little 
Willie, and for some moments she sat, beside him, 
smoothing gently his fair brow, twining his golden 
locks around her lingers, and pressing the softest 
and sweetest of kisses upon his still lips. Then, 
going to Lizzie, she took from her arms the sleeping 
babe, and placing it in the cradle, bent over it, 
whispering the fondest terms of endearment. Sit¬ 
ting down beside it, she covered her face, and 
thought grew busy. By and by, Lizzie stole quietly 
to the chair, knelt beside it, and buried her head in 
her mother’s lap. Mrs. Lee’s hands toyed with, the 
soft brown curls that fell over it in such rich profu¬ 
sion, and several times pushed them off the fore¬ 
head, when the child felt the mute pressure of her 
lips. For some time both were silent. At length 
Lizzie looked timidly up, saying, in a touching 
voice. 
“I am so sorry, mother, I made you so much 
trouble. I'll try and never be thirsty again when 
you are reading.” 
The mother's heart started; she drew the child to 
her bosom, embraced if fondly, closely, as though 
she thought by pressure to still its painful throb- 
bings. Then bearing her to the bed. she sat her 
down, and hastily left the room. 
“ She soon returned, a glass of water in her hand. 
“ Thank you, mother," said Lizzie, when she had 
quenched her thirst, - you will have a good time to 
read now, for I shall go right to sleep.” 
With her eyes brimful of tears the mother bent 
over ber child and kissed her again and again. And 
Lizzie, feeling that she was quite forgiven, and not 
dreaming that she had been more sinned against 
than sinning, threw her arms around her parent’s 
neck and gave back kiss for kiss. Then, nestling 
on the warm pillow of her little brother, she closed 
her weary eyes and in a few minutes was sound 
asleep. For a long while the mother knelt beside 
the low couch, and when she rose and sat down 
again by the stand, she left the novel where she bad 
dropped it, but look from her basket an unfinished 
doll, and with rapid fingers plied her needle. It 
was long ere she placed her head upon her pillow. 
When she did. the doll, completed and neatly 
dressed, lay by the side of Lizzie; the novel, hall- 
read, upon the Lehigh in the stove, a handful ol' 
light ashes. 
NORTHROP, 
dealers in 
DRY GOODS, 
Nos. 69 & 71 Main St., Marble Buildings, 
ROCHESTER, N. Y., 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composer] of IT letters. 
.My 33, 17, 23, 3, 41, 13, 5 is one of the West Indies, 
My 12, 24, 39. 19, 5, 36 is a cape of South America. 
My 38, 20, 47, 42 is a river in Europe. 
My 29, 32, 6, 27 is a gulf of Asia. 
My 27, 14, 7. 45, 13, 2G is a bay of the United States. 
My 8, 5, 23, 35, 40 is a mountain in Africa. 
My 1, 17, 27, 31. 44 is a town of Michigan. 
My 12, 31, 42, 29, 45. 5 is a country of Asia. 
My 27, 5. 39, 9. 5 is an island in the Mediterranean. 
My 1,11 44, 27, 24, 21 is an island of South America. 
My 43, 81. 46. 32, 13 is a lake of the United States. 
My 15, 10, 44, 3, 26 is a river of Utah, 
My 37. 2S, 27, 7, 41, 39, 40, 21 is a lake of Utah. 
My 30, 4. 5. 27. 47, 29 is a river in England. 
My 16, 34, 24, 0, 2 is a sea of Asia. 
My 22. 18, 27. 7, 38,19, 20, 33 is a bay of California. 
My 25, 31, 29, 28. 46, 44, 28, 29 is a mountain of Europe. 
My whole is an old proverb. 
Brooklyn, N. Y_, 1862, Wm Ebwi.v Smalley 
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DROPS OP WISDOM, 
I am composed of 25 letters. 
My 13,12,11, 4, 23 are essential to every trade. 
My 1, 19, 3, 4. 25 is a relation. 
My 9. 7, 8, 24 is the same. 
My 5,14, IS, 21. 24 arc alike. 
My 17 ,15, 2 is what the Rebels and Federals both need. 
My 10, 6,10, 20 are the initials of a subscriber. 
My 8, 23. 22 moans a document. 
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If you must form harsh judgments, form them of 
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attending to your own deficiencies first. 
Love one human being purely aud warmly, and 
you will love all. The heart in this heaven, like 
the wandering sun, sees nothing, from the dew drop 
to the ocean, but a mirror, which it warms and tills. 
The most successful people are those who have 
but one object and pursue it with great persistence. 
“The great art,” says Goethe, “is to judiciously 
limit and isolate one's Belli” 
Thoughts are the first-born, the blossoms of tho 
soul, the beginning of our strength, whether for 
good or evil; and they are the greatest evidences for 
or against a runn that can he. 
To judge of Christianity from the lives of ordi¬ 
nary, nominal Christians, is about as just as it 
would be to judge of tropic fruits and flowers from 
the produce which the same plants might bring 
forth in Iceland. 
“Temperance,” says Dr. Franklin, “puts coal on 
the (ire, meal in the barrel, flour in the tub, money 
in the purse, credit in the country, contentment in 
the house, clothes on the children, vigor in the body, 
intelligence in the brain, and spirit in the whole 
constitution,” 
Prosperity hath this property: It puffs up nar¬ 
row souls, makes them imagiue themselves high and 
mighty, and look down upon tho world with con¬ 
tempt; but a truly noble and resolved spirit appears 
greatest in distress, and then becomes more bright 
and conspicuous .—Flutarch. 
Suspicion is the palsy of the heart: fear is a 
chain of ice upon the tongue. Half words are 
worse than silence; aud either is death to conversa¬ 
tion. A man to lie genuine, to be himself must 
believe and be believed; must trust and be trusted. 
The scowl of a doubt quenches the charm of con¬ 
versation as quickly as the shadow of a hawk does 
the song of a bird. 
Some voices are not simply defensive, but offen¬ 
sive,—a perpetual assault and battery; but in every 
voice, should he a possible cut; and if we miss this 
metallic force and edge, it sounds doughy and 
insipidly soft. Every one has heard voices with a 
whole park of artillery in them, though they might 
not be loud, nor in any degree robbed of human 
sweetness. 
Of all mortal joys, the joy of action is the most 
intense; indeed, there is no other joy. And the 
higher the action, the intenser the joy. Lite is bless¬ 
edness. The life of the lower nature we call pleas¬ 
ure—the blessedness of (he bird and the butterfly. 
The life of the social nature we call happiness—the 
blessedness of the fortunate and successful. The life 
of the spiritual nature—activity in usefulness, oare, 
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Answer to Orthographical Enigma:—Fear God and keep 
His commandments. 
Answer to Anagrams of Mountains:—!, Sorato; 2, Chimbo¬ 
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THK LARGEST CIRCULATED 
AGRICULTURAL, LITERARY AND FAMILY WEEKLY, 
JS PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY, 
BY D. D. T. MOORE, ROCHESTER, N. Y. 
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I From the New York IMiily World. Teh. 15, 1802.] 
Moonr'e Hbhal New-Yorker comes to us freighted with 
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[ From the New York Daily Times. ] 
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lation of the Northern, Western, and Middle States, and offers a 
very excellent medium for advertising to business men of this 
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well-managed paper, and deserves the success it has achieved. 
[From the New York Daily Tribune.] 
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the worth of our money. Mr. Moore charges 39 cents a line, 
aud his circulation makes it cheap advertising. We don't koow 
the circulation of the Rprai. New-Yorker, hut we know that 
it pays us to advertise in it, 
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and sent to os many different Post-0fflo.es as desired As we pr< 
pay American postage on papers sent to the British Province 
our Canadian agents and friends mnst add 12Ji cents per copy ’ 
the club rates of the Ru ral. The lowest price of copies sent 1 
Europe, &c., is $2.50—including postage. 
lyTss Legal Rate of Postage on the Rural Ne- 
Yorkek is only 3!a cents per q.uarter to any part of this StfC, 
(except Monroe county, whore it goes faee.) and 6hi cents to a.v 
other State or Territory, if paid quarterly in advance at ie 
post-office where received. 
Change ok address — Subscribers wishing the add)-' 
of their papers changed from one Post-Office to another, nist 
specify the old addr ess as well as the new to secure compliace- 
Direct to Rochester, N. Y —All persons having occJon 
to address the Rural New-Yorker will please direct to hch- 
ester, N Y. and not, as many do, to New York, AlWUfi 
Buffalo, &c. Money Letters intended for ns are frequaCv 
directed and mailed to the above places- Pleaee note. 
TO MAKE A HAPPY HOME 
I heard a father, the other day —a hale, happy 
man — praising his boys, four sturdy follows, who 
had escaped the dissipation and excitement, of a city 
life, and were now as fresh in heart, and as ruddy in 
face, as when they prattled about their mother’s 
knee. I had seen 'so much of parental sorrow over 
sons gone astray,corrupted physically and morally, 
that 1 ventured to ask my friend, the happy father, 
how it was that he had been able to suve his boys 
from the contamination of evil associations aud 
bad habits. 
“ The way is simple enough,” he said, “ neither 
original nor in any way remarkable. I keep my 
boys at home evenings, by making their home a 
pleasanter place than they can find elsewhere, I 
