^,GALLERY^^ 
was true or not, he begged her to cease torturing 
him. She laid aside the paper with an emphatic 
<. I don’t believe it!” that could not but attract his 
attention, and he. looked up in surprise. 
-I must tell you, Mr. Gregory—I have been tor¬ 
tured long enough with this forced secrecy —lam 
a rebel!” 
“ That is the name wc know you by,” he replied, 
smiling. 
‘•But I am a rebellions rebel. Yes,” she added, 
rising, “I detest, with till my heart, this wicked, 
causeless rebellion. I detest the very names of the 
leaders of it. And yet I am compelled to go about 
with lies on my lips, and to act lies, till I detest 
myself more than all else. I have consoled myself 
somewhat by making a flag and worshiping it in 
secret. I will get it and show it to you.” 
'“This,” she continued, returning with a miniature 
specimen of the dear old flag, ‘’ft real flag, the 
emblem of a living nation, must, be kept hidden, its 
glorious luster fading away in the dark, while that,’’ 
pointing to where the “stars and bars" were flutter¬ 
ing in the breeze, “that miserable abortion is inso¬ 
lently flaunted before our eyes, nothing about it 
original or suggestive—except its stolen colors, 
reminding us of the financial operations of Floyd! 
Oh! if hope could be prophecy—if a life that is an 
unceasing prayer for the success of the Federal arms 
could avail, it would not he long before this bright 
banner would wave in triumph over all the land, its 
starry folds gleaming with a purer, more glorious 
light than ever.” 
As she stood there, with eyes uplifted as in mute 
prayer, and fervently kissed the silken folds of the 
flag. Hugh wished that his station in life had been 
that of an American flag. 
Time passed on, and the prisoner was to be ex¬ 
changed for a rebel officer of equal rank. Capt. 
Dumars brought him the intelligence, and was sur¬ 
prised with the seeming indifference with which he 
received it. 
“ You don’t seem particularly elated by the pros¬ 
pect. of getting among the Yankees again.” 
• I am eager to take my sword again; but my 
stay here has been far from unpleasant,. You, Cap¬ 
tain. have been away so much that 1 have not been 
able to thank you for making my imprisonment 
so pleasant. 1 am at a loss to know why you have 
T uts best aijvehti tsi 
MEDIUM of its Class is MOORE’S RURAL XEW- YORK¬ 
ER. the leading and largest circulated Agricultural, 
and Family Newspaper in America Business Men who wudite 
reach., at once, tkxs or thoiwa.vds of the most enterprising 
Farmers, Horticulturists, Arc., and thousands or Merchant* 
Mechanics, Manufacturers and Professional Men. throughout 
the loyal Stales, should gi ve the Rural a trial As the business 
season is at hand, Now IB thk Tims for all who wish to adver¬ 
tise widely and profitably, to select the best mediums — and ti w . 
the above is first nf its class, many prominent Manufacturers 
Nurserymen. Seedsmen. Dealers in Agricultural Implements, 
Machinery. Arc , Wholesale Merchants, Educational Institutions, 
Publishers, hand and Insurance Companies, Agencies, &c., & c , 
in various parts of the country, can attest. 
i From the. New Ymk Deftly IlhrM, Fel. 15, 1862.] 
Moop.k s Rural Nrw-Yohxkk comes to u- freighted with 
its usual amount of in formal ion, valuable, not to farmers alone 
but to all who take an interest in the improvements of the 
times For years it baa maintained an enviable position as a 
family newspaper, and we are gratified to learn that its pins, 
pacts were never belter than they are at the present time. \v 9 
commend it to the notice of those of our readers who take au 
inleiest in agricultural and horticultural matters, and, we may 
add, to advertisers who desire to reach the fanning common;, 
ties throughout the country. 
T From lit' New York Daily Times. | 
Mouse's Rural Nkw Yoskkk. published at Rochester, has a 
very I luge circulation, especially among the agricultural popu¬ 
lation of the Northern, Western, and Middle States, and oilers a 
very excellent medium for advertising to business men of this 
city who desire to reach those sections ft is an able and 
well-managed paper, and deserves the success it lias achieved. 
[From the New York Daily TrU/une ] 
Wn don’t care what a publisher charges, so that he gives us 
the worth of our money. Mr. Monxc charges .'!;5 cents a line, 
and his circulation makes it cheap advertising. We don't know 
the circulation of the Hr rat. New-Yorker, but we know that 
it pays us to advertise in it 
[The following exquisite poem is taken from the Boston 
Transcript, as written in camp, after u battle, by a soldier to 
his children at home:] 
Darlings, 1 am weary pining; 
Shadows fall across my way; 
I can hardly see the lining 
Of the cloud—the silver lining, 
Turning darkness into day. 
I am weary of the sighing, 
Moaning, wailing through the air; 
Breaking hearts in anguish crying 
For the lost ones—for the dying; 
Bobbing anguish of despair. 
I am weary of the fighting; 
Brothers red with brothers'gore. 
Only that the wrong w e're fighting— 
Truth ami Honor's battle fighting— 
I would draw my sword no more. 
1 am pining, dearest, pining 
For your kisses on my cheek; 
For your dear arms round me twining; 
For your soft eyes on me shining; 
For your loved words, darlings—speak! 
Tell me, in your earnest prattle, 
Of the olive bTanch and dove; 
Call me from the cannon's rattle; 
Take rny thoughts away from battle; 
Fold me In your dearest love. 
Darlings, I am weary pining; 
Shadows fall across my way; 
1 can hardly see the lining 
Of the cloud—the silver lining, 
Turning darkness into day. 
SEWING MACHINE IMPROVEMENTS, 
We herewith illustrate further improvements 
added to the Wheeler & Wilson sewing machine, 
namely, the •* braider,” a device for sewing braid 
or cord upon any kind of fabric. The braid or cord, 
72. is passed through the hole, Tit, (see engraving.) 
of the ordinary glass presser. 71. of the machine and 
stitched upon the fabric. 45. in the most elaborate 
designs, without any previous basting. Its value is 
best set forth By a lady’s hand as follows: 
six frolicsome responsibilities. Query: whether the 
faculty ever dissected a man who had died of ft 
“broken heart.” Here is another package. Let the 
fire purify them; never say you know your friend 
till liis tombstone is over him. What says Solomon: 
“handwriting is an index?” Give him the cap and 
bells and show him those bold pen marks. They 
were traced by no Di Yernon! Let me sketch the 
writer:—A blushing, smiling, timid, loving little 
fairy as ever nestled near a true heart; with a step 
like a snow flake, and a voice like the murmur of a 
brook in June. Poor little Katie! she lays her 
cheek now to a little cradle sleeper’s, and starts at 
the distant footsteps, and trembles at the muttered 
curse, and reels under the brutal blow, and woman¬ 
like-loves on! 
And what, have we here? A sixpence with a rib¬ 
bon in it! Oh those Saturday and Wednesday 
afternoons, with their hoarded store of nuts and 
candy—the broad green meadow, with its tine old 
trees—the crazy old swing, and the fragrant tumble 
in the grass—the wreath of oak leaves, the bunch of 
wild violets, the fairy story book, the little blue 
jacket, the snowy shirt collar, the curly black head, 
with its soft blue eyes. Oh, first love, sugar candy, 
torn aprons, and kisses! where have yc flown? 
What is this? only a pressed flower: but it tells 
me of a shadowy wood—of a rippling brook—of a 
bird's song—of a mossy seat—of whispered leat- 
musio—of dark, soul-lit eyes—of a voice sweet, and 
low, and thrilling—of a vow never broken till death 
chilled the lips lhat made it. Little need to look at 
the pictured taco that lies beside me. It haunts me 
sleeping or waking. I shall see it again—when 
A new improvement has lately been added to the 
Wheeler A Wilson machine, (which, by the way, we 
considered long ago to be as nearly perfect as any 
human contrivance could be,) being an attachment 
for sowing braid upon cloth, silk or any material. 
If any of our friends have been through the tedious 
operation of braiding children's dresses, they will 
realize the great relief that awaits them in this 
invention. The braid follows the needle with perfect 
accuracy, taking any curve desired, so that the most 
intricate pattern may be braided with great rapidity. 
Every lady may now possess one of those lovely 
ch am bray morning robes, embroidered in vines and 
labyrinths of white braid, which have heretofore 
fallen to the lot only of the most industrious and 
ingenious. For summer dresses nothing can be 
more elegant and becoming. We bail this improve¬ 
ment as a confirming evidence of - a good time 
coining” for the ladies, one and all. And we 
may as well include the gentlemen, for there will 
doubtless be an immediate harvest of elaborate 
smoking caps, and velvet slippers embroidered with 
gold braid. Long live the sewing machines!— 
Scientific American. 
2Umcrtis entente 
AGRICULTURAL WORKS 
ttCHENECTADY 
G. WESTINGIIOUiSK <fc CO., Proprietors, 
manufacture their patent 
ENDLESS CHAIN HORSE POWERS, 
COMBINED THRASHERS AND CLEANERS, 
THRASHERS AND SEPARATORS, 
CLOVER 3Vr^VCFTItSrB£3, 
Wood • Saws, Circular ntul Cross Cm,) &c. 
Also an improved pattern nf LEVER or SWEEP HORSE 
POWERS and I.AJCGK THRASHERS AND CLEANERS. 
THE FIRST PREMIUM 
was awarded our-Thrasher and Cleaner, tit, the late New-York 
State Fair which, with the many favorable reports from per¬ 
sons using them, prove them to be u superior machine, and as 
such are recommended to the notice of the public. 
Also onr Improved Ciovttr Machines are offered to the public 
as possessing all the necessary requirements for hulling ami 
cleaning clover at one operation in the most perfect manner. 
Prfcos amt description of the above named machines will be 
found in our Illustrated Circular, which will he sent free to all 
applicants. Address G. WESTINGHOUSE & CO., 
643-Gteo Schenectady, N. Y. 
TAKEN PRISONER 
BY R. WOLCOTT, 
It was a terrible battle. Amid the rattle of mus¬ 
ketry and whistling of bullets, the clashing of sabers, 
the unearthly cries of wounded horses and the wild 
shouting of men. the clear voice of Lieut. Hugh 
Gregory rang out: “ Rally, my brave boys, rally and 
avenge the Captain's death!” 
“ Not quite so fast, sir," remarked a rebel officer, 
bringing his sword to a salute; “you observe that 
your men are retreating and you are my prisoner.” 
Hugh saw that he was so, and with a heavy heart 
gave himself up. 
“Hurrah for the stars and stripes!” shouted a 
brave young soldier, attempting to raise himself 
upon the elbow, but falling back, exhausted from 
the loss of blood. 
“D—n you. I’ll stripe you!” exclaimed a brutal 
fellow, raising in bis stirrups and aiming a blow at 
the wounded man. 
“Dare you strike a helpless man!” shouted his 
commander; and he warded off the blow with a 
stroke that sent the fellow’s saber spinning into the 
air. “'Now dismount and hold him if you can."’ 
But it was to late—the brave soul had gone out 
with those words. 
“Lieutenant,” said the rebel officer, whom we will 
make known as Capt. Dumars, “I see that you are 
wounded. Let me assist you upon this horse, and 
one of my sergeants will show you the surgeon’s 
quarters. And he bound up the wounded arm as 
well as he could, helped him upon the horse, aud 
with a playful Au recoir, rode on. 
Hugh’s wound was too painful, and he was too 
weak and tired to wonder or to think clearly of any¬ 
thing; he only felt grateful that his captor was a 
gentleman, and quietly submitted himself to the 
sergeant’s guidance. 
The battle was ended—iu whose favor it does not 
matter, so far as this story is concerned — and Cap¬ 
tain Dumars cdjtained permission to take Lieutenant 
Gregory to his mother’s house until he should recov¬ 
er from his wound or be exchanged. 
When Hugh found himself established in a pleas¬ 
ant little chamber with windows looking out upon 
the flower garden and the woods beyond, fading 
away into his own loved Northland, he thought that> 
after all, it was not so terrible to be a prisoner of 
war. He was decidedly confirmed in his opinion 
when he occasionally caught a glimpse of the little 
form of Annie Dumars flitting about among the 
flowers; and being somewhat of a philosopher, in 
his way. ho determined to take it easy. 
The presence of one of the Hessians at Airs. 
Dumars’ house gave it much the same attraction that, 
is attached to a menagerie. Feminine curiosity is 
an article that the blockade cannot keep out of 
Dixie, and many were the morning calls that Annie 
received and many and various were the methods of 
pumping adopted to learn something of the pris¬ 
oner,—how he looked how he acted, how he was 
dressed, and so forth. 
“ Impertinence!” he heard Annie exclaim, as one 
of these gossips passed through the gate, after put¬ 
ting her through a more minute inquisition than 
usual. And he heard her dainty shoe-heels impa¬ 
tiently tapping along the hall, and when sho brought 
in a bouquet of fresh flowers, he saw in her face traces 
of vexation. 
“I seem to bo quite aWhat-is-it.” 
Shame!"—and she broke off a stem and threw it 
out the window with altogether unnecessary vehe¬ 
mence. 
“Splendid girl!” thought Hugh, “where have 1 
seen her?” 
And he turned his thoughts back through the years 
that were past, calling up to the old scenes; the balls, 
with their mazy, passionate waltzes, and their prom¬ 
enades ou (ho balcony in the moonlight's mild glow, 
when sweet lips recited choice selections from Moore, 
and white hands swayed dainty sandal wood fans 
with the potency of the most, despotic scepters; the 
sleigh-rides, with their wild, rollicking fun, keeping 
time to the merry music of the bells aud culminating 
in the inevitable upset: the closing exercises ot the 
seminary, when blooming girls, iu the full efflores¬ 
cence of hot-house culture, making a brief but bril¬ 
liant display before retiring to the domestic sphere— 
Oh, yes— 
“ Alias Dumars, were you not at the-Institute 
last year?” 
“Yes.” 
“ Then you know my cousin, Jennie Gregory?” 
“Yes, indeed—and you are her cousin. How 
stupid in me not to recollect it. 
And she told him how that Jennie was her dearest 
friend, and how in their intimacy of confidence she 
had told her all about him, and shown her his pic¬ 
ture, and in short, Hugh and Annie began to feel 
much better acquainted. 
It was a few days after this that Hugh sat by the 
open window, listening to Annie reading from the 
virtuous and veracious Richmond Enquirer. Dis¬ 
tressed by what he heard, not knowing whether it 
A NEW INVENTION 
The Milwaukee Sentinel thus speaks of a new 
invention by Cicero Comstock of that city:—“We 
■witnessed yesterday the operation of a machine for 
plowing or spading the earth, or doing both com¬ 
bined, invented and patented by our fellow-citizen. 
Cicero Comstock, Esq. Its operation appeared very 
satisfactory. It. was tried, on ground scarcely fit lor 
plowing, but it, passed over it., and left it pulverized 
to the depth of some nine inches, vastly better lor 
any purpose of planting or sowing than any plow 
or any other process could do the work. The mar 
chine, which is small, comparatively light and corn¬ 
ed by two horses, as rapidly as a plow 
AND 
Mower and Reaiier 
FOR INfOS. 
Four sizes — cheap—durable —light draft—free from clog¬ 
ging, and perfect in their operation, cither in cutting grain or 
grass. 
SEND FOR CIRCULAR 
giving full description and cuts of machine. 
N. IL- I have leased the right of A. W. Morse to use his 
PATENTED l.EYEK or hoister, by which the finger-bar of a 
Mowing Machine is raised and lowered, therefore farmers will 
not ho subject to prosecution by said MORSk for using this valu¬ 
able invention. 
Address R. I- HOWARD, Buffalo, N. Y. 
pact, was mov 
could lie moved, and covered about the space in its 
movements of three furrows of the plow —thus 
practically doing the work three times as last as the 
plow and doing it better. The experiment was 
limited and partial. How it might work on heavier 
soils, or in gravel, or among stones, did not appear. 
It was manifest, however, we think, that for the 
great bulk of the western lands it is admirably 
adapted, and will supersede all other modes of 
preparing the soil.” 
pUSSELL’S 
SCREW POWER 
COMBINED MOWER AND REAPER. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker, 
GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA. 
Not a Cog in the Machine! 
Friction Rollers upon the inner face nf the drive wheel pass 
up the flange of a revolving Screw, which gives the desired 
amount of motion to the pitman-crank, with least possible fric¬ 
tion. Pkkkkot i.v its Work, and most simple and durable in 
its construction. 
Tlie Light*-*! Draft 
Slower and Reaper in the World. t.~£r Send for circulars. 
Manufactured by RUSSELL & TREMAIN, 
641-13t Manlius, N. Y. 
I am composed of 33 letters. 
My 10, 4, 32,10. 28 is a village in New York. 
My 5, 13, 8, 3, 23,1, 10 is a sea between European and Asiatic 
Turkey. 
My 0, 8. 28, 11, 12, 29. 2 is a city in Austria. 
My 32, 25, 5, 20, 28, 8, 7 is a strait south of Patagonia. 
My 20.14, 8. 31 is a river in Spain 
My 11, 32, 0, 7 is a river in Prussia. 
My 22, 30,13, 5, 7, 12 is a river in England. 
My 12. 13, 15, 32,11 is a capo south of Florida. 
My 14. 23. 23. 17, 18, 2S. 10 is a gulf in the British Possessions. 
My 14. 23. 5. 15, 13. 21 is a city in llindostan. 
My 28, 9. 13. 32, 33 is a country. 
My 27.13, 32, 23, 12 is a city in Spain. 
My 24, 20. 28 is a town of China. 
My whole is a verse in Exodus. 
Highland, 111., 1862. Augustus Parkisox. 
55P" Answer in two weeks. 
WHO LOVES A RAINY DAY? 
The bored editor, who, for one millenial day. in 
slippered feet, controls his arm-chair, exchanges, 
stove, and inkstand; who has time to hum up de¬ 
linquent subscribers; time to decipher hieroglyphi- 
cal manuscripts; time to make a bonfire of bad 
poetry; time to kick out lozenge boys and image 
venders; lime to settle the long-standing quarrel 
between Nancy the type-setter, and Bill the fore¬ 
man; and time to write complimentary letters to 
himsell for publication in his own paper, and time 
get up a new humbug Prospectus for the dear con¬ 
fiding public. 
Who loves a rainy day? 
The little child of active limb, reprieved from 
bench, and book, and ferule; between whom and 
1 he wire drawn phiz of grim propriety those friendly 
drops have drawn a misty vail; who is now free to 
laugh, aud jump, and shout, and ask the puzzling 
question—free to bask in the sunny smile of her to 
whom no sorrow can be trivial that dims the 
brightness of that merry eye. 
Who loves a rainy day? 
The crazed clergyman, who can face a sheet of 
paper, uninterrupted by dyspeptic deacon Jones; 
or fault-finding brother Grimes; or cautious Air. 
Smith; or an afflicted .Miss Zelia Zephyr, who, for 
several long years, Las been “ unable to find the 
path of duty;” or the zealous old lady Bunco, who 
hopes her pastor will throw light on the precise 
locality fixed upon in the future state for idiots and 
those heathen who have never seen a missionary. 
Who loves a rainy day? 
The disgusted clerk, who, lost in the pages of 
some care-beguiling volume, forgets the petticoat 
destiny which relentlessly forces him to unfurl end¬ 
less yards of tinsel, lace, and ribbon, for lounging 
dames, with empty brains and purses, whose “chief 
end” it seems to be to put him through an endless 
catechism. 
Who loves a rainy day? 
The tidy little housewife, who, in neat little 
breakfast-cap and dressing-gown, overlooks the 
shortcomings of careless cook and chambermaid; 
explores cupboards, pantries, cellars, and closets: 
disembowels old bags, old barrels, old boxes, old 
kegs, old firkins; who, with her own dainty hand, 
prepares the favorite morsel for the dear, absent, 
toiling husband, or, by the cheerful nursery fire, sews 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
spectators, ignorant of anything else, observe these 
two effects, and pass on. But retire still further; 
standing at the distance of five or six feet from the 
mirror, and behold, you see yoursell — not a reflec¬ 
tion— it does not strike you as a reflection — but 
your veritable self, standing in the middle part 
between you and the mirror. The effect is almost 
appalling from the idea it suggests of something 
supernatural; so startling, in fact, that men of the 
strongest nerves will shrink involuntarily at the 
first view. If you raise your cane to thrust at your 
other self, you will see it pass clean through the 
body aud appear on the other side, the figure thrust¬ 
ing at you the same instant. The artist, who first 
succeeded in finishing a mirror ot this description 
brought it to one of the French kings—if we recol¬ 
lect aright, it was Louis XT —placed his majesty 
on the right spot, and bade him draw his sword and 
thrust at the figure he saw. The king did so; but, 
seeing the point of a sword directed to his own 
breast, threw down his weapon and ran away. The 
practical joke cost the inventor the king’s patronage 
and favor; his majesty being afterwards so ashamed 
of his own cowardice, that he could never again 
look at the mirror or its owner.— English Paper. 
£3?” All kinds nf Pictures.kuown iu the Art furnished in 
the best style and at prices which defy competition. [643-eo 
I am compost'd of 34 letters. 
M.v 1, 10, 17, 29 is a worthless plant. 
My 2, 5, 4,10,13 is the name of a prophet. 
My 16, 32, 18, 22 is a musical instrument. 
My 19. 33, 9, 7, 26, 3 is always blue. 
My 34,15, 8, 4, 22, 20, 20 is u plant. 
My 34, 7, 21, 10, 27, 33 was a Hebrew warrior. 
My 30,15, 6, IS, 32, 8 is a town in Ohio. 
My 12, 28, 26 is a domestic animal. 
My 14. 24, 19, 4, 11 is a game with cards. 
My 31. 10, 25. 23 i- an agent that is unseen. 
My whole is a proverb. 
Berkshire, O., 1862. Fannie E. Gregory 
£3^“ Answer in two weeks. 
f OK « ALE ' 
ONE OF THE BEST FARMS 
/.V tS'JE STJJ ff.V A 7 EW X'tHlIi. 
The Subscribers, assignees of GEO. BROWN, offer for sale 
A. IF YA ROVE OF 5305 ACRES. 
All the buildings ou said farm are of modern Style, and in tip¬ 
top order — the bain alone costing over $3,000. Said Farm lies 
IN THE TOWN OF PHELPS, ONTARIO CO., 
Two and a half miles south-west, of Oaks' Corners; has been 
under a. well-directed system of improvement for several year*, 
and is thoroughly umlerdr,•lined The (te-iraliteness oi loca¬ 
tion, convenience and durability of I,uihiiug& quality ol w>u. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
CHARADE. 
Ever offered for sale. Said Farm will be sold at a bairn ... 
Possession given at any time A part of the purchase me v 
can remain ori the Farm. Also, with or without the ratio, 
350 Well-bred Spanish Merino Sheep and Lambs, 
Which, for nuality, quantity and evenness qt lleece, can - be 
heat—together with all of the Stock, fearns. Farming Uwnau 
aud Tools For further particulars inquire of 
WM. JOHNSON or GEORGE C. MOORE. 
&i2.i3t of Geneva, A t ■ 
p R0CERIES, PROVISIONS, SEEDS, FRUITS, &c. 
IVL. J. 3sAOIMEiOE, 
WHOLESALE AND RETAIL 
GROCER AND COMMISSION MERCHANT, 
>r. y. 
My first is constant in its flight, 
For if it stops must die;— 
Is never seen by day or night, 
Though often passing by. 
My second o'er the fields can roam, 
So full of life aud glee; 
For in the couutry is her home— 
A little Miss is she. 
My whole was made for turning round— 
While turning standetb still; 
Coil lil t great weights up from the ground, 
Yet powerless at thy will. 
North Pitcher, N. Y., 1862. 
£3?” Answer in two weeks. 
Geological Wonder.— About thirty years ago, 
somebody made the discovery that the ice fields of 
Siberia contained immense numbers of fossils of 
elephants and mastodons. Where they came from, 
or how they got Ibere, is a problem which, perhaps, 
niay never be solved; their existence, however, was 
no chimera, and as ivory is one of the most valuable 
commodities of trade in all nations, some utilitarian 
Englishmen conceived the idea of turning these 
vestiges of a former epoch to a profitable account. 
Accordingly, about the year 1835, Thompson, Bon¬ 
ner & Co., a rich London firm, fitted out an expedi¬ 
tion to seek for ivory in the Siberian ice. Novel 
and incredible as it seemed, the expedition was 
crowned wi th complete success. The ships returned 
to England, richly laden with the choicest ivory; 
and even to the present time, although the world 
knows little about it, the ivory market is mainly 
supplied from the ice fields of Siberia. 
90 Biiila-lo Sti-eet, Rochester, 
Also, Dealer in Clover and Timothy Seed, Seed 
Green and Dried Fruits, &e Pure Wines ami “ U1 
and Rectified Whisky, for Medicinal purposes. 1°*° 
MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER, 
THE lakgkst circulated 
AGRICULTURAL, LITERARY AND FAMILY WEEKLY, 
IS PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY, 
BY D. D. T. MOORE, ROCHESTER, >’• 
Office, Union Buildings, Opposite tho Court House, Buffalo Street. 
TEItNlS IjST ADVANCE: 
Two Dollars a Yeak-To Chibs and Agents as follows 
Three Copies one > ear. for $5; Fix, and one free to olub age ' 
for $10 , Ten, and one free, ter SIB : Fifteen, aud one five. " ' 
Twenty, and one free, for $25; and any greater number 
rate—only $1.25 per copy- Club papers dirocteu to i 
, .. ..lYml.-flffiees as. desired. Asr 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker 
ALGEBRAICAL PROBLEM, 
Meeting two boys returning from school, and asking their 
ages, was answered, if you multiply the sunt of the squares 
of our ages by the difference in our ages, the product will he 
424; and if you multiply the difference of the squares of our 
ages by the sum of our age?, the product will be 784. What 
wa? the age of each? L. W. 
Lyons Falls, N. Y., 1862. 
jjjp 5 ” Answer in two weeks. 
Labors of tup Blind. — A lady named Miss 
Sarah Stehley, iu Meadville, Ohio, who has been 
blind from infancy, and earns her own livelihood by 
knitting, has contributed largely in socks and mit¬ 
tens, dried fruits and preserves, for the benefit of 
the Ohio volunteers. 
Answer to Arithmetical Enigma:—Figures increase from 
right to left iu ten-fold ratio. 
Answer to Trigonometrical Problem:—182 6-10 + feet. 
Answer to Geographical Decapitations:—Humber, Don. 
Oman, Drave, Hague, Cass, Clark, Dan, Linn, Naver, Tweed, 
Stour. 
