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envy, but joy is lost to me. I wonder where my 
husband is!” Echo answered “Where?” Reality 
sighed as she caught the sound. 
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Softly the snow fell upon the earth. The glitter¬ 
ing stars bespoke happiness, and the keen, frosty 
air, lile and vitality. The fairy missives to earth 
seemed to bring glad tidings to all: but Nellie 
Edmonds hailed their coming with tears. The last 
stick of wood had been burned, and the last morsel 
of food eaten. The poor little house where she 
lived was leaky, and each gust ot the wintry blast 
hurried the damp snow through the crevices, and 
shook the frail habitation until Nellie trembled 
with fright. The night deepened, and the blast 
howled louder and yet louder. Nellie was chilled, 
and the bitter cold was freezing her very life-blood. 
“I. am I the gay, proud Nellie Pearly and Mrs. 
Edmonds? Oh! why am I here! My husband a 
drunkard, my little Edith dead—thank God she did 
not live to suffer with me—and I am a beggar! No. 
not a beggar, for may this toDgue forever be silent 
if I thus stoop to the dust. Will I write and tell 
my father? Never. I vowed on that day, when 
they came and turned me into the street, that I 
would be as one dead to my parents. They shall 
never know my disgrace. Ten years ago I left 
them, a spoiled child. My mother ruined my tem¬ 
per, that ruined my husband, and he has left me to 
die.” 
Nellie spoke these words, and then laid her head 
upon the old window-sill and wept. The tears 
froze as they fell, hut many did not. fall; for the 
winter seemed to grow warm as summer, and she 
had entered a paradise. The next morning the 
degraded husband entered the dwelling, having 
become sober after a drunken frolic ot a week. 
The first thing he saw was the bowed form of his 
wife, rigid in death. Ah! well might he totter with 
terror—she had frozen to death. The sexton was 
called upon to dig a grave in the 11 Potter’s Field,” 
and consign the remains of Nellie to the earth. No 
kindly hand closed her eyes: no gentle fingers 
folded the pale hands; no friends dropped the part¬ 
ing tear; no breath wafted words to heaven in her 
behalf; no. she died alone. 
Mothers, guide the little ones gently. Check not 
the youthful spirit until the heart becomes bard and 
the temper imperious; but with a calm spirit direct 
kindly, and reprove gently. “Thon sbalt reap in 
sorrow, if the seed be weeds."— Mother's Journal. 
“On to the righteous strife!" in thrilling tones, 
Unto her loyal eons, calls Freedom iiow; 
And who that lieareth now her voice, and owns 
A heart, would unto traitors bow 7 
Aye, to the rescue. Freemen' see before you, 
In glittering rank and tile, Treason arrayed; 
And though Death's wings are waving darkly o’er you, 
Shrink not—no traitor Jlog waves o’er your head. 
No, tis the flag 'noath which our fathers died 
For sacred right; the path they walked V' tread, 
And for the banner of their love and pride, 
To the last drop, would ye your life-blood shed. 
Treason for Slavery warring—Truth and Right, 
Champions for Freedom, eider in the list 
■With couragcTiigh, well knowing they who fight 
’Gainst Freedom Right and Gon resist 
Now for the ,L shock of battle! 1 ' Trumpets calling 
“On to the charge." and drums with quick, loud roll; 
Tlravc men like summer rain thickly are falling, 
Each hissing bullet sending forth a soul. 
Peace vails her pallid feature,—slow and sad 
Turns she front the grim battle field away, 
While Carnage, in her blowd-red garments clad, 
Exultant gloats above the fearful fray 
Fiercely the loud voiced cannons bail each other, 
Sending their deadly greetings fast and far; 
Their sulphurous breathings o’er the red field hover. 
Screening from Heaven's pure gaze the front of war. 
Sword* drip with gore—the steel hoofs of the charger, 
Crashing through bone and brain, fall on the dying; 
No time for pity now—on speeds the rider, 
Victory to gaiu, or low with them be lying. 
O Wart men call thee glorious. Banners dancing 
To the winds' play, and martial music breathing, 
The gun's deep boom, the war steed's fearless prancing, 
Around thy blood stain'd brow strange charms are wreathing. 
But ahl let woman s lips tell the sad story 
Of midnight vigils, and of sleepless fears— 
Of dreams of loved ones, cold, and pale, and gory— 
Of startled wakings and of bitter tears— 
(Though gives she for her country, with brave words, 
The beings dearest to her loving heart, 
With steady fingers buckling On their swords. 
With tearless eyes beholding them depart)— 
Tell of the many hopes, shattered and broken 
By the same bolt that lays each soldier low— 
Of sorrowing hearts, that yet may give no token, 
Save paling cheek, dim eye and shaded brow. 
O, War, these are thy trophies—hearts slow breaking, 
Homes desolate, and widows childless written, 
Orphans, and lonely lives, thourt ever making— 
Matron, and maid, and wife by thee are smitten. 
E’en Victory's peans end in dirges deep— 
In glad rejoicings blend sad notes of wailing 
And mourning for the brav e in death who sleep— 
In songs of triumph Sorrow's voice is swelling. 
Scourge of the earth art thou, and Death's ally— 
May the time speed when thy stern reign shall cease, 
When thy red chariot shall have passed us by, * 
Ami we once more dwell 'ucalh the rule of Peace. 
Tlirice dreadful art thou, when with hatred burning, 
One country's children meet in desperate fight; 
We can but pray, from the sad picture turning 
In sorrow deep, “O, God, be with the Right!'' 1 
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can’t excuse your disobedience. Come, sir, we’ll 
settle this business!” and he dragged the white-faced 
boy after him, up stairs, to the garret, and taking 
down a rod. swung it in the air above his head. 
“ Oh, father! Don’t! Let me tell you!” 
A look, almost like despair, was in the boy’s face. 
Mr. Ellis remembers it to this day; and will remem¬ 
ber it to the day of his death. 
“I don’t wish to hear any excuses,” was replied, 
as the rod came down upon the shrinking child, 
with a stroke that made every nerve quiver with 
pain. 
“ Oh, father!” 
Once more the mild, appealing look, so full of 
agony, was lilted to the stern face above him. but 
lifted in vain. A second cruel stroke fell, and then 
a rain ol strokes, until the father’s sense of pity, 
intruding between anger and unforgiving justice, 
stayed his arm. He went down stairs, and left the 
boy lying in the middle of the floor, as he had drop¬ 
ped from his hand — motionless as if life were 
extinct. He met the pale, sullbring mother below. 
She loved the boy tenderly, and had felt every 
smarting blow, but be passed her without a word. 
She had seen Willie as be encountered bis father at 
the door, and understood the meaning of this heavy 
punishment. Mr. Ellis went out iuto the porch to 
breathe the freer air, and cool the sudden excite¬ 
ment under which be had been laboring. As he 
shut the door behind him, in a kind of instinctive 
effort to separate himself from a painful scene, he 
stood face to face with Mr. Wheeler. A hand 
grasped his in a quick, strong pressure. 
“It was a brave act, sir! He’s a noble boy! 
Where is he?” 
“ 1 don’t understand you,” said Mr. Ellis, looking 
bewildered. 
“ Didn't he tell you?” 
“ Tell me what?” 
“ How he sprang into the river and saved my 
little Eddie’s life?” 
“I heard nothing of it.” 
There was a choking sensation in Mr. Ellis’s 
throat—his voice was faint and husky. 
“And he didn’t tell you? Brave, noble boy! He 
came over to play with Eddie; and Eddie wanted 
to go down to the river; hut Willie said he couldn’t 
go to the river. I heard Eddie coaxing him; but 
Willie was firm, because he said you had told him 
not to go. I was so pleased at his obedient spirit. 
Well, 1 lost sight of them after a little while; but, 
as I learn. Eddie would go down to the river, and 
your boy followed him, but kept at a distance from 
the water. Instead of climbing over the logs and 
barrels, or getting into the boats, he sat by himsell 
away off. Then, sir, my Eddie, in leaning over the 
river, slipped and fell in; and your boy, instead ot 
running away, half frightened out of his senses, as 
most children of his age would have done, sprang 
down to the wharf, and into the water after Eddie. 
I wonder they were not both drowned. It was only 
in God's mercy that they were saved. When the 
man who saw what happened, got to the place and 
looked over the dock into the water, there was 
Willie, holding to a ring in one of the logs with 
his right hand, and clinging to Eddie with his left. 
Such courage and presence of mind in a boy almost 
surpasses belief I Where is he? He ran off home, 
as soon as ihe man lifted him from the water. 1 
must thank him for bis noble act.” 
At this moment, the door opening into the porch 
swung back, and the white face of Mrs. Ellis looked 
out. 
“ Oh, husband!” she exclaimed, in a voice of ter¬ 
ror, “ come to Willie! quick!” 
Mr. Ellis followed his wife, and the neighbor hur¬ 
ried after them. The mother had found her boy 
lying insensible on the garret floor, and lifting him 
in her arms, had brought him down stairs, and laid 
him, in his wet clothes, upon her own bed. 
As Mr. Eliis came into the room, he saw the 
deathly face turned toward the door. The sight 
seemed to blast his vision. He struck his hands 
together, shut his eyes, and stood still suddenly. 
“ Will you run for the doctor?” said Mrs. Ellis to 
the neighbor. 
The neighbor did literally as the mother said—he 
ran all the way to the physician's residence. 
By the time the doctor arrived, Willie’s wet gar¬ 
ments had been removed. He asked but few ques¬ 
tions as to the meaning of the boy’s condition. Mr. 
Wheeler had told of his heroic conduct, and the 
inference was that there had been an over-excite¬ 
ment of the brain, leading to suspended animation. 
Still the case puzzled him. 
“He may have been hurt in jumping from the 
wharf,” suggested Mr. Wheeler. 
The doctor, on this hint, examined the body. 
“ What is this?" he asked, as a long, purple stripe, 
lying across the back and shoulders, met his eyes. 
“And this?” he added, as he came upon another. 
Mr. Ellis turned his lace away, sick at heart; he 
could not follow the doctor’s eyes. 
“He may have been hurt internally,” said the 
doctor, drawing back the clothes, and covering the 
fair body that was marked with cruel lines. He 
was right in that, but the injury was deeper than he 
imagined. It was the boy's tender spirit which 
had been hurt. 
“ This will not last, doctor?” 
The pale lips of Mr. Ellis quivered, as he asked 
the question. 
“ 1 think not,” was the uncertain answer. 
It did not last. There came, soon after, signs of 
returning vitality. The neighbors went home—the 
doctor retired—and the father and mother were left 
alone with the brave-hearted boy, who had been 
wronged so cruelly. Mr. Ellis could not bear to 
look at him. lie lelt, twice over, upon his own 
heart, the blows he had given. There was such 
rebuke in the pale face and shut eyes of the boy, 
who had not yet spokes, or recognized any one, 
that he could not stay in the chamber. Every mo¬ 
ment he looked to see the eyes open, and how could 
he meet their gaze.” 
Mr. Ellis had been away from the room for only a 
lew minutes, when the hushed voice of his wife. 
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GUIDE THEM GENTLY 
“ You careless, heedless girl! You are more 
trouble than you are worth. Just look at that 
dress—cost a dollar a yard, and you have just ruined 
it. You might as well go dressed in six-penny cal¬ 
ico, lor I can’t keep you dressed genteelly.” Mrs. 
Pearley held the garment in her hand, and viewed 
it with angry eyes. The rent was a large one, and 
would be difficult to mend. 
Nellie’s lip quivered, and she softly answered:— 
“Mother, I did not think that I should do it. I am 
very sorry; but Jennie Dean was frightened by Mr. 
Wilson’s dog. and cried. I ran to her, and my dress 
caught upon the fence. Indeed! mother, I am very 
sorry.” 
“Very sorry, are you! Well, you ought to be. I 
wonder if you think money grows on bushes, that 
you think nothing of running to quiet a foolish 
child at the sacrifice of your dress. Nellie Pearly, 
I have no patience with you! Go to your room and 
remain there until tea-time.” 
Tho tears that dimmed the brown eyes of Nellie 
gave place to angry glances, and she left the room 
with a proud step. Her heart, at first, was filled 
with sorrow, because she bad caused her mother 
trouble: but receiving harsh words in return lor her 
mild excuse, rebellious passions took possession of 
her. At tea-time she was called to the dining-room. 
“Good evening, daughter Nellie,” said Mr. Pearly, 
“what is the matter, my child? You look like an 
icicle. Has your teacher given you a loDg lesson, 
or has Minnie Brown got a prettier bonnet than 
yours, eh, Nellie?” and the kind lather looked up 
gleefully. 
“ She is in one of her hateful frets. Don’t mind 
her. I hope she will soften her temper, or we will 
not be repaid for all our care.” and Mrs. Pearly 
passed the bread to Nellie, with a cold—“Want 
some?” 
A cloud settled upon the brow of the father, and 
he said, "I am very sorry that my daughter cannot 
control her temper better. It grieves me much to 
come homo and find a rigid face to greet me. Nel¬ 
lie. you must try to improve, or you will be a very 
disagreeable woman.” 
Nellie spoke not, but her cheeks became more 
deeply flushed, and her eye more angry. Each day 
the youthful heart of Nellie was becoming harder, 
and her gentle disposition a mere shadow of itself. 
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One part of my birth I claim from the earth; 
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A MOMENT OF PASSION, 
BY T. S. ARTHUR. 
This story, or something like it, has been told 
before, but we wish to tell it in our own way. And 
the lesson it teaches will bear many repetitions. 
Mr. Ellis was a man of kind and tender feelings, 
but quick-tempered and impulsive. He had a son, 
ten years old, a bright, handsome, generous-hearted 
boy. who inherited his father’s impulsive character. 
A quick-tempered father and a thoughtless, impul¬ 
sive boy are apt to get into sharp collision at times, 
and it was so with Mr. Ellis and his little, son. The 
father’s commands were not always obeyed; and as 
the father had some strict notions in regard to obe¬ 
dience, punishments jarred amid the household har¬ 
monies rather more frequently than a wise regard 
to justice and humanity would have approved. 
The hasty temper and foregone conclusions of Mr. 
Ellis made his discipline oftener cruel than reform¬ 
atory. A single instance will illustrate our mean¬ 
ing; and that is the story we wish to relate. 
It was a pleasant summer afternoon, and Willie 
Ellis came out from his mother's hands clad all in 
white linen, and looking as sweet and pure as inno¬ 
cence itself The house stood only a short distance 
from a river, on the banks of which the boy was 
fond of sporting, and in the ooze of which he some¬ 
times soiled Ins garments in a sad way, much to the 
discomfort of himself and his mother. 
"Willie," said Mr. Ellis, as the boy passed out, 
“where are you going?” 
“ Only to play.” answered the roguish mouth. 
“ To play—where?” 
“ With Eddie Wheeler, down at his house.” 
“ Did your mother say you might go there?” 
“ Yes, sir.” 
“Very well; all right, then. But, mind one 
thing—you arc not to go down to the river. Yes¬ 
terday you came home with your clothes soiled and 
wet, I won t have that again. So, remember, that 
I’ve said—don't go to the river?” 
“Not if Mr. Wheeler lets Eddie go?” 
There was a halt-pleading look in the young, 
bright face. 
“No,” was the imperative answer; “I’ve said 
don’t go to the river, and if you disobey me I'll 
punish you severely.” 
Willie’s step had lost some of its airy lightness 
when he moved on again. 
“Mind that you don't forget!” called the father 
after him. 
The boy heard, but did not look back or make 
any response, which a little annoyed Mr. Ellis, who 
had grown very sensitive on the score of strict obe¬ 
dience. 
“It wouldn't at all surprise me.” he said to him¬ 
self, “ jf lie were to come home in an hour all cov¬ 
ered with river mud. He is so thoughtless, or sell- 
willed—I hardly kuow which. But children must 
be made to obey. That's the discipline to enforce, 
at -all hazards; and if he disobeys me this time, he 
will have cause to remember it as long as he lives.” 
Something had gone wrong with Mr. Ellis, and 
he was in a sterner mood than usual. Moods of 
mind, rather than a sense of justice, oftenest influ¬ 
ence our conduct with reference to others. We act 
from state of feeling more frequently than from con¬ 
siderations of right. 
Mr. Ellis went away from home soon after, and 
returned in an hour. As be stood at the door, and 
glanced around for a moment before entering, be 
saw Willie in a shocking plight, wet and soiled from 
head to foot, slink through the gaiden gate. The 
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A Regiment is in column by division, in a field not large 
enough for them to march either by the right or left flunk, 
and but the distance of a company wheel in the front and 
rear. Here is the diagram; 
Front. 
Five years have passed, and the girl of sixteen 
has grown iuto a woman. Let us look at Nellie and 
see if she has improved. She is the wife of a 
wealthy gentleman, and the possessor of much 
“worldly goods,” but is her heart warm, her inind 
easy, her lile bright? Let us see. 
It was evening. The dusky shadows of twilight 
were growing deeper, and men hastened home to 
enjoy home life, Mr. Edmonds had been so busy 
that lie did not notice the lateness of the day until 
the stilly darkness had glided into his office. He 
was aware that the time that he usually took tea 
was far passed, and he. sped homeward. 
“ Good evening, Nellie,” said he, as he entered 
the room where bis wife sat. “ I am late to-night, 
but business was very pressing, and I did not think 
of the time until the darkness warned me that I 
ought to be at home.” 
“A very good excuse. Mr. Edmonds. 1 dare say 
you think more of your chums and law papers than 
of me. Well, well! your taste has changed consid¬ 
erably since we were married; never mind, you 
enjoy yourself, I hope.” 
Anger flashed from the eyes of Mr. Edmonds. He 
was of a pleasant disposition, but tired as he was, 
he was irritated by the words of his wife, and he 
sharply retorted: “If you would speak of change. 
Mrs. Edmonds. 1 shall be happy to converse 
with you. By the way, your temper has changed 
most gloriously. It has grown remarkably sweet.” 
“ I can endure neglect, sir, but taunts never. We 
will have tea, if you please.” 
The delicate china, the glittering silver, the lux¬ 
urious food, were mockeries: but, too proud to ap¬ 
pear agitated, each essayed to eat. Soon Nellie 
said; “ Have you tickets for the concert to-night?” 
“I have.” 
“ Are we to attend?” 
“ I shall not, but the carriage will be here at seven 
for you.” 
“Indeed! I thought you enjoyed music.” 
“I do, but happiness more. The carriage will 
he at the door for you at seven. Good evening, 
madam.” 
“ Very well, sir. Good evening.” 
At seven, Nellie entered the carriage, and seated 
herself upon the softly cushioned seat with a sigh. 
“They call me happy,” she said, “but they know 
not the pain I suffer each day. Ah! I can create 
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Rear. 
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Answer to Charade:—Horse-man-ship. 
T A M E 8 r K K K & CO., 
O DKALEK8 IN 
STOVES, FURNACES, COAL GRATES, 
Silver Plated Ware, Pocket and Table Cutlery and House Fur¬ 
nishing Hardware of every description. 
A3 ,SO, 
Manufacturers of REDZIE'S WATER FILTERS, Refrigerators, 
and Thermometers, and dealer in Tin. Copper, Zinc, Sheet Iron, 
&c , &e., r>» A* til State Street Rochester. N Y 
T he lo ts r r v i ) v l: i* r r i is i iv o 
MEDIUM of its Class, is MOORE'S RURAL NEW-YORK¬ 
ER, the leading and largest circulated Agricultural, Business 
and Family Newspaper in America Business Men who wish to 
reach, at once, texs of thousands of the most enterprising 
Farmers, Horticulturists, &c., and thousands of Merchants, 
Mechanics, Manufacturers and Professional Men, throughout 
the loyal States, should give the Rural a trial. As the business 
season is at hand, Now is the Timk for all who wish to adver¬ 
tise widely and profitably, to select the best mediums—&n<l that 
the above is first of its clans, many prominent Manufacturers, 
Nurserymen, Seedsmen, Dealers in Agricultural Implements, 
Machinery, Ac.. Wholesale Merchants, Educational Institutions, 
Publishers, Land and Insurance Companies, Agencies, &c., &c., 
in various parte of the country, can attest 
[From the New Fork Daily World, f>b- IS, 1862.] 
Moork's Rural New-Yorker comes to us freighted with 
its usual amount of information, valuable, not to farmers alone, 
but to all who take an inteiest in the improvement* of the 
times For years it ha> maintained an enviable npsitioD&sa 
family newspaper, aud we are gratified to learn that its pros¬ 
pectsWere never better than they are at the present time. We 
commend It to the notice of those uf our reader* 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. 
I From the New York DaGy Times] 
Moore's Rural New-Yorker, published at Rochester, has a 
verv large circulation, enneciiillv among the agricultural popu¬ 
lation of the Northern, Western, and Middle .States, aud oilers a 
very excellent medium for advertising to business men of this 
citv who desire to reach those sections It is an able and 
well-managed paper, and deserveo ihe success it has achieved. 
[FYoni the New York PadV Tribune.] 
We don't care what a publisher charges, so that he gives us 
the worth of our monev Mr. Mookk charges 35 cents a line, 
and his circulation makes it cheap advertising We don't know 
the circulation or the Rural New-Yorker, but we know that 
it pays us to advertise in it 
Q.R0CEMES, PROVISIONS, SEEDS, FRUITS, &c. 
IVE. J. MOISTROE, 
WHOLESALE a_vd retail 
GROCER AND COJI.MISSION .MERCHANT, 
90 Buflalo Street, Ftoelieeter, N. Y. 
Also. Dealer in Clover and Timothy Seed, Seed Potatoes, 
Green and Dried Fruits, Ac l~r&~ Pure Wines and Liquors, 
and Rectified Whisky, for Medicinal purposes. [6hl 
MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER, 
THU LARGEST CIRCULATED 
AGRICULTURAL, LITERARY AND FAMILY WEEKLY, 
IS PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY. 
BY D. D. T. MOORE, ROCHESTER, N. Y. 
Union Buildings, Opposite the Court Bouse, Buffalo Street 
TER.MS IN ADVANCE : 
Two Dollars a Y’eak—To Clubs and Agents as follows 
Three Copies one year, for t6 ; Six, and one free to club agent, 
for IP), Ten. arid one free, for $15 ; Fifteen, and one tree. for$21; 
Twenty, and one free, ter $25; and any greater number at ^anie 
rale—only *1.25 per copy. Club papers directed to individuals 
and sent to as many different Post-Officee as desired As we pre¬ 
pay American postage on papers sent to the British Provinces, 
our Canadian agents aud friends must add I2ia cents per copy 
to the club rates of the Rural The lowest price of copies sent 
to Europe, &c., is S2.50-including postage. 
