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[Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker.] 
THE WOUNDED VOLUNTEER. 
Where broad Potomac's waters Jave, 
And freedom's starry banners wave, 
Beside the patriot-hero's grave. 
Upon a rising spot of ground, 
Where willow trees stood weeping round, 
A wounded volunteer was found. 
“ What have we here.” Before him stood, 
Just in the shadow of the wood, 
A soldier, hut of rebel blood. 
To turn the wouuded patriot tries, 
With feeble voice ami stifled sighs, 
“ Oh, welcome, welcome death,” he cries. 
The soldier, kneeling, drops a tear, 
Supports his head and calms his fear, 
While unseen spirits hover near. 
And angel smiles they gave to *rc 
Such kindly love and charity. 
Still gaze they, not unwillingly. 
“ Oh, give me drink," the wounded cries, 
As on his foe he turns his eyes, 
With pleading look of glad surprise. 
Down where the meadow grass is green. 
And a line of silver light is seen, 
Tile soldier fills his light canteen; 
And backward now, with hastening speed, 
A friend in word, a friend in deed. 
Of praise, lie gains the highest, meed. 
The cup is drained “ Full well you know 
In the late strife I Was your foe— 
Let enmity no further go.” 
“ Thanks, brother, thankg. the past is past; 
My sands of life arc running fast; 
Each labored breath may be my last. 
Alas! not when or where wc please; 
To some, on downy beds of ease— 
Where stretch the frozen Arctic seas— 
Death comes. And not to me alone; 
The king calls not his life his own, 
And we do reap as we have sown. 
Where Erie's wavelets break in foam, 
And fleecy snows of winter come, 
1 have a father, friends, and home. 
And, eomrade, if it e'er shall be 
That you my gray-haired sire shall see, 
Tell him to shed no tear for me; 
Thut for the cause we reckoned right 
I bore me bravely in the fight, 
From noon till dosed the shades of night; 
And he who falls in freedom's cause, 
For native land, his country's laws, 
Is worthy of the best applause.” 
A moment swells his breast with pride, 
The tearful watchers upward glide, 
And in the rebel's arms—he died ! 
Walworth, Wis., 1862. M. 
Ill J'iflW-ldlU*. 
[Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker.] 
THE CHILD-WIFE. 
BY F. lb STAUFFER. 
I was standing by the open window. It was not 
quite twilight, and a cool breeze was sweeping 
over the lawn. Five years before, I had stood by 
that same window, looking out upon the same 
scenery, and enjoying a similar delightful revery. 
True, the view was slightly changed. At the angle 
in the road beyond, a neat little church reared Its 
head, while from the stream below came up tbe 
busy clatter of a mill. Improvement had done that. 
The barn looked dilapidated; a few of the doors 
hung upon one hinge, and the thatch was off the 
roof in some places; the old elms still stood by the 
gate at the yard, but they leaned wearily toward 
each other, and a few dead branches threw up their 
seared arms among those of deepening green. 
Decay had done that. 
And those self-same reveries! Five years before, 
as I have said, I stood with beating heart beside 
that open window. My cheek was flushed, and a 
bright light shone in my eyes. It was the light of 
my early love. 
John L-had asked me, in his usual quiet way, 
to become his wife, and when we parted that eve¬ 
ning at the door, we were betrothed. Well, strange 
to say, a few short weeks brought a coldness 
between us. We rarely met, and then simply as 
friends. We shut our love up in our souls; we laid 
it away like some holy memory. Each doubted the 
other’s truth, and neither would make advances 
toward a reconciliation. 
We at last became wholly estranged. For five 
long years wo walked in different paths through 
life—cold, circumspect, misanthropic, and never 
happy. It was the old story. Others had inter¬ 
fered ; falsehood and treachery became the tools of 
envy and revenge, and found willing ears. 
But all was right again The confessions of an¬ 
other had brought, it about. We were reconciled, 
and were to be married. I was more of a woman 
as 1 stood by the window now. My love for John 
was just as wild and absorbing, but it was also 
deeper and stronger, coupled with judgment, and 
more beautiful to me after years of patient wailing. 
I was not thinking wholly of my own wedding. 
That evening my brother was to bring home his 
young wife, and I was watching for ihe stage to 
come round the great bend in the road. Amos had 
won his bride in Connecticut, and I bad never seen 
her. My idea of her appearance and temperament 
was educed from occasional descriptions he had 
given me of her in his letters. 
Before a great while I was chatting gaily with the 
newly married pair. Amos’ wife was a dear, sweet 
girl, but I knew at once that she was not the wife 
for him. She was too quiet and childlike. Dimin¬ 
utive in form, with soft eyes, sunny hair, and a 
placid expression of countenance., she seemed more 
like a half-frightened dove. She was ihe opposite 
of Amos in everything. Perhaps I should not have 
said that, as there was considerable similarity in 
their intellectual tastes. But Amos was so stern, 
xigid, moody, passionate. He was jealous and 
exacting; imperative in his commands, and instan¬ 
taneously to be obeyed. Those traits, singular as It. 
may seem, he had inherited from his mother. I was 
more like my father, good-natured, affectionate, and 
yet a little proud, I do confess. Time. I had soft¬ 
ened Amos' disposition considerably, but still it 
was not one to be mated with one so gentle as 
Minnie’s. 
They lived a year in the old manse, and I watched 
them narrowly. Amos seemed happy in his new 
relationship; fully as happy as I believed him capa¬ 
ble of being. Minnie was fo docile, so cringing, so 
obedient. She yielded to every command, to every 
whim, even studying to conceive the strange path 
of duty his imperativeness marked out for her. 
The little child-wife was not happy. She had 
met with a disappointment, A great sorrow was 
slowly creeping up into her soul. And yet she did 
not murmur nor rebel. There seemed to be no 
energy, no will, no positiveness about her. 
She came to me one evening, and sat. down at my 
feet. I was sitting on a low ottoman, working a 
smoking cap, which I intended as a present lor 
John. Maid aside my work, and drew her head 
into my lap. A little while before, in passing the 
parlor, J had observed her sitting beside Amos, lie 
was reading, and seemed indifferent to her presence, 
scarcely conscious that a pair of soft white arms 
were entwined around bis neck, lie liad.no doubt, 
thoughtlessly repulsed her. As T luoked down into 
her saddened face, I was sure of this. Her lips 
were compressed, and there were tears in her eyes. 
“You seem unhappy, Minnie,” I said. 
“I am unhappy, Jane. You mustknow itsooner 
or later. Oh! why did Amos marry me if he did 
not love me?” 
“lie does love you, child.” I often called her 
child, she was so much like one. He loves you as 
much as he can love anybody. He may not express 
it in the manner you desire.” 
“Or for which my heart yearns, Jane. This is 
what is killing me. He is so cold, so stern, so 
crushing! He is always the same thing. He never 
softens toward me.” 
“Is he not kind to you, Minnie?” 
“Yes, I must say he is,—gentle, after his way. 
But that is not what I mean. lie does not enter 
into my little (lreamings; he does not appreciate the 
wealth of love in my soul. There iB little impressi¬ 
bility about him, and less comprehension. He does 
not seem to wish to understand me. lie ie an ice¬ 
berg. glittering, brilliantly yet coldly, in the sun!” 
Minnie wept bitterly. I tried my best to soothe 
her. 1 felt deeply for her, and my words, to a cer¬ 
tain degree, made her calm. 1 spoke to Amos 
about the matter. He smiled vaguely, and put me 
quietly aside, just as he had Minnie. 
Amos was one evening putting up a shelf for me in 
tbe pantry. It was not quite dark. 1 le had sawed 
the shelf out of a board, and was resting himself on 
the door-step. JuBtthen Minnie carneup. She had 
been down in the garden, and was boldiug a bouquet 
in her baud. The flowers were very tastefully 
arranged. 
u See, Amos!” she said, with something of the old 
love in her eyes. “ Are they not beautiful? 1 have 
gathered them expressly lor you.” 
She placed the flowers to his nose as she spoke, 
while her other arm half encircled his neck. 
“Just look, Jane!” she added, laughing. “His 
nose is all yellow with Ihe pollen. Don’t it make 
him look comical? Let me wipe it off, Amos.” 
“ Go away. Minnie,” he said, pettishly. “I wish 
you wouldn’t act so childish.” 
She straightened herself up and moved back a 
few steps. Her eyes were tilling with tears, and 
her voice trembled, as she said— 
“Don’t you want tbe flowers, Amos?” 
“No, I don't. I want you to go away.” 
The cup of her bitterness was full. I almost 
startled as I noticed the strange fire in her eyes. I 
would not have thought that they could look so. 
•Her face was very white, and her lips ashy and 
compressed. There was much of firmness in her 
step as she passed into the sitting room. 
“ Amos, you are a brute!” I said, angrily. 
“ You have certainly reason to be proud of your 
relatives, then! Jane, you can go away too.” 
His passion was up. I walked away, half-sorrow¬ 
ful and half-frightened. I knew that some great 
sorrow was coming. 
Minnie was not down to breakfast the next morn¬ 
ing. Amos sent me up to her room. She was not 
there. On the table lay the following laconic note: 
“Amos:— low said I should go away. Well, I 
have gone, ' “ Minnie.” 
1 handed Amos the note. He turned very pale 
when he read it. His lips twitched uervously, and 
he looked into my face in anxious inquiry. There 
was little sympathy there, and I had no information 
to give him. 
Amos leftno means untiied to discover her place of 
retreat. He spent weeks in search and inquiry, but 
all in vain. Tbe strong man was bowed. He often 
came to me to talk ot Minnie, his lost wife, and to 
weep. Ilis books were neglected. He grew quiet 
and yielding. Tie would stand at the window and 
gaze out vacantly upon the lawn tor hours; and 
sometimes throughout a whole night 1 could hear 
him walking up and down iu his room overhead. 
He saw his error, and was but learning bow very, 
very dear the little child-wife had beeu to him. He 
regretted his coldness; he was unsparing in his self¬ 
criminations; he made strong promises in reference 
to the future. 
Months passed on, and yet nothing was heard of 
Minnie. Perhaps she was suflering want and pri¬ 
vation-nothing but her love and her strong faith 
preventing her (rom turning aside into the path of 
degradation and shame. 
It was in the autumn, and Amos and I were 
standing in the orchard. My wedding with John 
L- was to coine off on the evening following, 
and the fact brought strongly to Amos the memory 
of his own. He was leaning against a tree, weep¬ 
ing like a very child, indeed, he lately had become 
like a child—so passive. 
“Oh! Jane!” 1 wish I were dead!” he cried. 
“Oh! my poor, lost Minnie! Oh! how bitter this 
punishment for my folly! I wish you could look 
into my heart now! Oh, Minnie! come to me!” 
There was a rustling among the leaves. A dimin¬ 
utive figure, ghost-like in its whiteness, glided from 
among the trees. 
It was Minnie! She knelt at the feet of her hus¬ 
band, and said— 
“Amos! you said I should come. Well, I have 
tome!” 
Almost the same words used in her letter of 
departure, but much sweeter in their significance to 
Amos. 
A moment afterward, Amos had her in his arms. 
My heart was full of pleasurable emotions, and 1 
very sensibly walked down through the orchard. 
How beautiful Minnie looked on my wedding 
eve! The old light was in her eyes. Amos seemed 
to be proud to have her leaning so confidingly on 
his arm. I have been married three years now. I 
have been very happy in my wedded love, but not 
more so than the little child-wife, since the time 
that she came back to Amos in the orchard! 
- ♦ » ♦ ■■*-— 
How sweet are the affections of kindness, how 
balmy the influence of that regard which dwells 
around our fireside. Distrust and doubt darken not 
the luster ol its purity, the cravings of interest and 
jealousy mar not the harmony of that scene. Pater¬ 
nal kindness and filial affection blossom there in all 
the freshness of eternal spring. It matters not if 
the world is cold, if we can but turn to our own 
| dear circle, and receive all that our heart claims. 
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WAR WIT. 
Our “Merry-Mac ”—Mac-Clellan. 
Where Achilles was vulnerable the rebels are 
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Rogers sweetly sings— 
“ The soul of music slumbers in the SHELL,” Ac. 
The Boston Post wonders it the rebels at New 
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MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 18 letters. 
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My whole the rebels will hear of before this enigma is 
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My first has a very bad name, 
Because it attends on the devil; 
My second raised persons to fame, 
But still is productive of evil. 
My whole earnest Christians will do 
When wishing a favor from heaven; 
Alas! that the persons are few 
Who are thankful for favors that's given. 
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ARITHMETICAL PROBLEM. 
A man, in turning a one-horse chaise iu a ring of a certain 
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Union, Broome Co., N. Y., 1862. C. N. S. 
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ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &C.. IN No. 043. 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma:—Ulysses S. Grant. 
Answer to Charade:—Illustrious. 
Answer to Mathematical Problem:—Top, 29.88 inches; bot¬ 
tom, 17.928. 
To Business >1 en. 
rpHE BEST ADVERTISING 
J- MEDIUM of its Class, is MOORE'S RURAL NEW-YORK¬ 
ER. the leading anil largest circulated Agricultural, Business 
and Family Newspaper in America Business Mrn who wish to 
reach, at once, tens op thousands of the most enterprising 
Farmers, Horticulturists, kc.. and thousands of Merchants, 
Mechanics, Manufacturers and Professional Men. throughout 
the loyal States, should give the Rural a trial. As the business 
Henson is at hand, Now is tiik Turn for all who wish to adver¬ 
tise widely and profitably, to select the best mediums— and that 
the above is first of its class, many prominent Manufacturers, 
Nurserymen, Seedsmen. Dealers in Agricultural Implements, 
Machinery, Ac.. Wholesale Merchants. Educational Institutions, 
Publishers, Land aud Insurance Companies, Agencies, &o., &u., 
iu various ports of the country, can attest. 
[From ihe New York Daily World, Feb. 15, 1862.] 
Mooke'8 Rural New-Yorker comes to us freighted with 
its usual amount of information, valuable, not. to limners alone, 
but to all who take an interest in the improvements of the 
times. For ye«« it lias maintained an enviable position as a 
family newspaper, aud we are gratified to learn that its pros¬ 
pects were never better than they are at the present time W e 
commend it to the notice of there of our readers who take an 
interest in agricultural find horticultural matters, and, we may 
add, to advertisers wlio desire to reach the farming commuui 
ties throughout the country. 
[From Ihe New York Daily Times ] 
.Moore's Rural New-Yorker, published at Rochester, has a 
very large circulation, especial I v among, the agricultural popu¬ 
lation of the Northern, Western', and Middle States, and oilers a 
very excellent medium for advertising to business men pi this 
citv who desire to reach those sections. It ib au able and 
.p&p^r, tiXui tiio &UCU6&S it buff ftcineved. 
[From the New Fort Daily Tribune ] 
We don't care what a publisher charges, so that he gives 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 
To buy your LINENS of 
Hubbard ds NortHrop. 
IT WILL PAY- 
To buy your TABLE LINENS of 
ZZubbard cfc Northrop. 
IT WILL PAY — 
To buy your BLACK SILKS of 
Hubburci cfc TNT ortbrop. 
IT WILL PAY — 
To buy your SPRING PRINTS of 
HubbardL tfc NTortbrop. 
New Sp ring 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 As NORTH BOP, 
63S Nos, 69 & 71 Main Street, Rochester, N. Y 
TTlMPLOYMUIiT. A NBW Enterprise. —The Frank- 
JJj tin Sewing Machine Co, want a number of active Local am! 
Traveling Agents. A liberal salary and expenses paid or »' 
mission allowed. Address, with stamp, HARRIS BROTHER*, 
Boston, Mass. (Clip this out for reference.) 637-Kit 
MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER, 
the largest circulated 
AGRICULTURAL, LITERARY AND FAMILY WEEKLY, 
IS PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY, 
BY D. D. T. .110 Oft E, RO OB ESTER, N. Y. 
Office, Union Buildings, Opposite the Court House, Buffalo Street 
TERMS IN ADVANCE: 
Two Dollars a Year.—T o Clubs and Agents as follows:— 
Three Copies one year, for $5; Six, and one free to club agent, 
for $10; Ten, and one free, for $15; Fifteen, and one free, for $21; 
Twenty, and one tree, for $25; and any greater number at same 
rate—only $1.25 per copy. Club papers directed to individuals 
and sent to as many different PostrOflices a* desired. As we pre¬ 
pay American postage on papers sent to the British Provinces, 
our Canadian agents aud friends must add 12J4 cents per copy to 
the club rates of the Rural. The lowest price of copies sent to 
Europe, &c., is $2.50—including postage. 
Vjr Thb I.kgal Rate or FOBTaok ox the Rural New- 
Yorkek is only 3\£ cents pev quarter to any part of this » » 
(except. Monroe county, where it goes fnee,) and oy. cetiL- to WG 
other State or Territory, if paid quarterly in advance at me 
post-office where received. 
Direct to Rochester, N. Y-All persons having occasion 
to address the Kuh-ai, New-Yorker will please direct 
ester, N. Y-, and not, as many do, to New York, aim .. 
Buffalo. Ac. Money Letters intended for us are frequent v 
directed and mailed to the above places. Please note. 
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