stances of our dear parents rendered the strictest 
industry and frugality absolutely indispensable, in 
order to make “both ends meet” 
She was proud of me, on the whole, as a pupil, 
though she sometimes bad occasion to reprove me 
for idleness and skipping stitches; and between us, 
it is impossible to say how many pairs of stockings 
we made, in the course of the year. We resided 
near our cousin Deborah; and many a time I was 
invited to take tea with her, and bring my bag in 
hand, as a matter of course, and sit with her long 
hours without speaking, intent on our needles, the 
silence unbroken, save by the ticking of the eight- 
day clock. 
I sometimes found it very dull work, I confess. 
Not so with cousin Deborah. She needed no other 
society than that of her work-bos. and I do not 
believe that she loved any human being bo well. 
Her whole heart was in it; and the attachment 6he 
evinced towards me, as time went on, was fostered 
and encouraged by our mutual zeal in performing 
tasks of needlework. Not that I shared in her 
devotion; I was actuated by a sense of duty alone, 
and would far rather, could I have done so con¬ 
scientiously, have been dancing aDd laughing with 
companions of my own age. But ply the needle 1 
did, and bo did cousin Deborah; and we two 
became, with the huge old work-box between us, 
quite a pair of loving friends; and at least two eve¬ 
nings in every week I went to sit with the lone 
woman. She would have had me do so every eve¬ 
ning, but though there were so many of us at home, 
our parents could not bear to spare any of us out 
of their sight oftener than they deemed indispens¬ 
able. 
At length cousin Deborah's quiet and blameless 
life came to an end. Having shut her work-box, 
locked it, and put the key in a sealed packet, she 
turned her face to the wall and fell asleep. 
When her will was opened, it was found that Bhe 
left her hooks, furniture and plate to a family that 
stood in the same relationship to her that we did, 
but who were in much more prosperous circum¬ 
stances than we. To me she devised the huge old 
work-box, with all its contents, in token of the high 
esteem and affection with which I was regarded by 
the deceased, I was to inherit the well-stored work- 
box, only on condition that it was to be daily used 
by me in preference to all others. “ Every ball of 
darning cotton, as it diminishes, shall bring its 
blessings,” said cousin Deborah; “for Ada Benwell 
(that was my name) is a good girl, and has darned 
more holes in the stockings of her little brothers 
and sisters than any other girl of her age. There¬ 
fore, 1 particularly recommend her to use them up 
as soon as she can, and 6be will meet with her 
reward in due season.” 
Mother was a little disappointed at the conclusion 
of our kinswoman’s will, and expressed her dis¬ 
pleasure in a few sharp remarks, for which my 
father gently reproved her. The subject of the 
legacies was never again discussed by ns. The 
work-box was in constant requisition at my side, 
and the balls of darning cotton rapidly diminished. 
One day, as I was sitting beside my mother, busy 
with my needle, she kindly remarked: 
“You have followed your poor cousin’s directions, 
my dear Ada. She particularly recommended you 
to use up the halls of darning cotton, and look, there 
is one just done.” 
As my mother spoke, I unrolled a long needleful, 
and came to the end of that ball. A piece of paper 
fell to the ground, which had formed the nucleus 
upon which the yarn was wound. I stooped to pick 
it up, and was just about throwing it into the fire, 
when it caught my mother’s eye, and she stretched 
out her hand and seized it. In a moment she 
unfolded it before our astonished gaze; it was a 
bank note for fifty pounds. 
“0, dear, misjudged cousin Deborah!” she ex¬ 
claimed; “this is our Ada’s reward in due season. 
It’s just like her, kind, queer old soul.” 
We were not long in using up all the other balls 
oi darning cotton in that marvellous work-box; and 
such a reward as I found for my industry sure was 
never met with before or since. Truly, it was a 
fairy box, and my needle the fairy’s wand. 
Not less than ten fifty pound notes were thus 
brought to light, and my father laughingly declared 
1 bad wrought my own dower with my needle. No 
persuasion could induce him to appropriate the 
treasure; he said it was my “ reward,” and belonged 
to me alone.— Chambers’ Journal. 
were scattered singly along her pathway, and at 
last she gave them but slight heed. “ I must on,” 
she cried, a where the golden roses bloom.” 
Often, when she faltered under the noonday heat, 
the perfume of the unnoticed flowers in her bosom 
stole upon her weary senses and refreshed her. In 
the beginning of her journey Magdalen held her 
white robe from the dust, but as she became eager 
in her pursuit, she suffered it to trail about her feet, 
until it became stained and foul. The further she 
went the greater was the number of those who 
sought golden roses. Once, as she lingered, foot¬ 
sore and weary, there approached her a group of 
travelers whose faces wore, instead of the eager, 
restless expression of the crowd, the calmness of 
content and rest About their brows they had 
bound wreathes of violets, with lillies of the valley 
intermixed. They no longer sought flowers, but 
plucked the few simple oneB in their pathway with 
tender care. 
“ Why do you not seek Happiness,” asked Mag¬ 
dalen, as they drew near? 
“ We have found it,” said a white-haired grand- 
sire; “we have gathered also some white flowers 
that bear the name i Peace,’ in crystal letters, and 
of the two we have woven garlands.” 
“ Good people,” exclaimed Magdalen, while, she 
smiled at their simplicity, “ these are but weeds. I 
too, bear about with me the same, because I delight 
, in their fragrance, but they are not for our garlands. 
Yonder—far away—are beds of golden roses; upon 
them we shall find the writing.” 
The aged man shook his head as he looked pity¬ 
ingly upon her. and they left her alone. 
Once Magdalen lost her way and entered a thick 
forest, in which twilight reigned. On the further 
side a morass checked her steps, but gay flowers 
blooming therein allured her. Hesitatingly she 
placed her foot upon a fair-seeming killock and 
grasped a flower, but the treacherous moss sank 
beneath her, and she withdrew herself with her robe 
sadly discolored, while the flower within her grasp 
proved coarse and unlovely, giving forth aviie odor. 
“ Beware,” whispered a warning voice, and turn¬ 
ing, she sped away. 
But still there grew no roses, and even the wild 
flowers disappeared: so that those who at first 
scorned to gather them, had at last no perfume to 
cheer their weary senses. Magdalen became worn 
with fatigue and exposure; her form was bowed; 
her face pale and wrinkled. She drew near the 
gate called “Rest;” soon she must pass it; “and 1 
have yet no rose.” she cried, “to take with me; ah 
me! I am undone! I have not found Happiness.” 
While, she mourned, One of gracious mien drew 
near, who, touching her eyes, hade her look upon 
her violets. Hastily plucking them from her bosom 
Magdalen searched their leaves, aDd lo! upon the 
under side was the inscription she sought. But the 
flowers hung drooping and withered upon their 
slender stems. Magdalen’s tears fell fast upon 
them. With a broken voice she sobbed, “ Oh, that 
I had looked more humbly! Oh that I had been 
content to leave the golden roses for the King’s 
son!” 
“ Wilt thou entrust thy flowers to me?" asked the 
gracious One. And Magdalen fell at His feet cry¬ 
ing, “Lord, I hare naught to give thee, but I trust 
thee,” and the tender friend lifted her up, and 
arraying her in fine linen, pure and white, He led 
her gently to the western gateway. 
With trembling heart Magdalen passed through. 
Upon the other side her Angel met her. Magdalen 
dared not raise her eyes to his, but bowed her head 
upon her breast. 
“ Lift thine eyes,” said the Angel, “ behold thy 
garland.” 
She looked, and lo! her withered flowers, her vio¬ 
lets, bloomed again fresh and lair, in each tiny cup 
a drop of dew. 
“ Thy repentant tears,” said the Angel, “fell upon 
the flowers, and they revived. The golden rose 
blooms not in Life. Give unto me thy restored gar¬ 
land and thou shalt have golden roses; take them 
unto the Lord.” 
Then the Angel placed in her hand roses whose 
glory and sweetness no mortal may know, and bow- 
iug their faces they entered within the vail. There, 
falling before the throne the Angel spake; “ Lord. I 
return unto Thee the Soul with which Thou didst 
entrust me; her garland was withered, but penitent 
tears restored it; her raiment was soiled and rent, 
but she was clothed anew by the Merciful One. I 
lay at Thy feet her golden roses; I yield her unto 
Thee." 
Then from the angelic choirs rose anew the an¬ 
them of praise. “Hallelujah unto the Lamb who 
was slain, who has redeemed us by His blood.” 
'Abocrtiscmmts 
[Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker.] 
THE STORM. 
gray, l tnink wnat might nave been, bad i mur¬ 
mured less at the providence of God. Reader — 
young mother you may be —had you heard this 
mother tell her story, you would have felt to say 
with the writer—“I will he more patient with my 
little ones—I will murmur less .”—Rome Magazine. 
A storm swept through the valley 
With a great wind’s might and power, 
With the rolling crash of thunder, 
And rain in a steadfast shower. 
Alas! for the blush-eolored blossoms 
That glowed on the orchard trees, 
Like the faint, pink flush of sunset, 
Resting on emerald seas. 
Alas! for the delicate peach blows, 
And the plutn tree's flakes of snow! 
The wind swept them all from the branches, 
And hurried them to and fro. 
And I mourned with tears of sorrow, 
And sighs that were freighted with pain, 
For the fair, frail May-time blossoms, 
Beat down and drenched witli the rain. 
But I never thought of the cedars, 
Kings in an exile laud, 
Beautiful on the mountains, 
Immortally verdant and grand ! 
The southern winds, in their softness, 
Besought them for music in vain; 
Now a chant as from antheming ocean 
Rose high o’er the dash of the rain. 
When the cannon’s stormy thunder, 
And the bugle’s breezy blast. 
Awoke a slumbering Nation, 
True to herself at last; 
When my best-beloved left me, 
His sword in his strong, true band, 
To fight to the death for his banner, 
His Con and his native land, 
It seemed that the blast was loaded 
With the ruins of flowers that were mine, 
And I wept with the weeping of Jazeb 
F or Sibmah’s fair-fruited vine. 
From the depths of my pain and passion 
Came forth the bitter cry— 
“ Since the life of my life has left me, 
Father, oh, let me die!” 
Oh, heart that was wild with anguish! 
Oh, eyes that were blinded with tears! 
Oh, feet that would shun the pathway, 
Because it was crowded with fears! 
The heights of pain and trial 
Are near to the sky’s sweet calm, 
And from thence Gob's pitying angels 
To my throbbing wounds brought balm. 
Some blossoms, most rare in their sweetness, 
Blow only in sadness and pain; 
High thoughts, like the exile cedars, 
Are strengthened by stormy rain. 
My country, ’tis well!—I have given 
The life of my life to thee, 
And a love that is strong and undying 
Has sprung from my agony! 
Cohocton, N. Y., 1862. Laura E. W. 
superior strawberry 
P L A NTS.^J 
Grown with special care, and warranted to give satisfactio 
or money will be refunded. Triomphe de Gand, $1.50; tbe Gre, 
Austin or Shaker, 32, Wilson's $1 per 100. Great reduction : 
price when one or more thousands are taken [663-11t 
J. C. THOMPSON, Tornpkinsville. Staten Island, N. Y. 
Q. C. PEARSON Sc CO. 
COMMISSION MERCHANTS, 
No. 167 Water Street, Chicago, Ill., 
Receive consignments of produce to be sold in this market, ac 
for shipment; fill Eastern orders for Grain bvthe cargo. Flou 
Provisions. &c.: making advances (ifdesired.i in either case. 
REFERENCKa — A C Badger A Co.. Bankers. Chicago; W. 
Gould. Esq.. (International Bank,) Portland. Maine; Edward- 
Nichols & P.vchards. Boston; Van Boskerck, Rowe .v Butler. > 
Y City; H. H. Martin Esq . Albany City Bank. N Y.. W. J 
Howard, Esq .Marine Bank. Buffalo; W. C. McReynolds, Esq 
Branch Bank of the btato of Indiana, Rusbville, find [654-1 
THE HONEY BEE’S SONG. 
WHAT THE BEE SINGS TO THE CHILDREN. 
I am a honey bee, buzzing away 
Over the blossoms the long summer day; 
Now in the lily’s cup drinking my fill, 
Now where the roses bloom under the hill. 
Gaily we fly, 
My fellows and I, 
Seeking for honey our hives to supply. 
Up in the morning—no laggards are we— 
Skimming the clover tops ripe for the bee; 
Waking the flowers at dawning of day, 
Ere the bright sun kiss the dew-drops away; 
Merrily singing, 
Buisily winging 
Back to the hive with the stores we are bringing. 
No idle moments have we through the day, 
No time to squander in sleep or in play; 
Summer is flying, and we must he sure 
Food for the winter at once to secure. 
Bees in a hive 
Areupaud alive; 
Lazy folks never can prosper and thrive. 
Awake, little mortals; no harvest for those 
Who waste their best hours in slothful repose. 
Come out—to the rooming all bright things belong- 
And listen a while to the honey bee’s song. 
Merrily singing, 
Buisily winging, 
Industry ever its own reward bringing. 
HARMONIUMS AND MELODEONS, 
Warranted the best instrcmentS of the class in the worl 
See Catalogues containing testimony to their superiority fro» 
the most eminent musician.-. Constantly exhibited in comps 
tition with instruments of tbe other best makers, they hav, 
never, in a single instance, failed to take the highest price. Th 
only Gold Medal ever awarded to reed im tniments inth 
country was to one of these. Prices of Harmoniums, (of whia 
severalnew styles are now first offered.) $Rti to $♦<.*) ,-ach; < 
Melodeons, $45 to $2t>j each New York wnrr-rooiiiH. at Nos. 
A 7 Mercer St. where dealers are supplied at the same prices t 
from tbe factory, by MASON BROTHERS, Agents 
rpO BUILDERS AND FARMERS 
Building Brick and Drain Tile. 
The Rochester Brick and Tile Manufacturing Company are 
now prepared to meet all demands of either Builders or Far¬ 
mers wanting Brick or Tile. Pipe Tile of all sizes from two 
to six inches, and Horse Shoe from two to ten inches. Tbe Tib 
manufactured by this Company are longer than that made b> 
other manufacturers, being 16 inches in length, 1,000 pieces 
making80 rods. They are also strong, bajd burned, and every 
way of superior quality. Tbe following list of price- shows thi 
low rates at which we olfer our Tile, and the facilities thus af 
forded farmers for Cheap underdraining 
Per 1000 pieces. Per rod. 
2 inch Pipe.$10.00 20c. 
3 " " . 35 00 S7J£ 
4 " “ 30.00 56 
5 *• “ 50,00 75 
8 " Round Tile in two pieces. 80.00 $L25 
2 ** Horse Shoe Idle. 8.00 
3 " “ " . 12 00 
4 “ •' *• . 16.00 25 
6 ” " •• . 25.00 37 Y t 
6 •' Pipe. 60.00 $1.00 
10 “ in two pieces.100.00 1.75 
Persons wishing Tiles will find it to their interest, to call ai 
the office of the Company. 22 Buffalo Street, Rochester, beforf 
purchasing elsewhere. / 
A large quantity of Brick always on hand. 
All orders for Bricks or Tiles, to be shipped by railroad Oi 
canal, will be promptly attended to. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
MYTHOLOGICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 17 letters. 
My 1, 6, 3, 9, 5,15,16, 8 was tbe goddess of Rome, who had 
a temple on Mount Aventine 
My 10, 9,17,16, 2 was a sister of Juno. 
My 7, 4,12, 6, 2, 8 was a surname of Minerva. 
My 14, 6,11, 15, 0, 13,17 was a sea-god, son of Neptune. 
My whole is an excellent Latin motto. 
Richland, Mich., 1862. Frank. 
13?” Answer in two weeks. 
WEBB PEDIGEEE SOUTH-DOWN SHEEP. 
My 12th Annual Sale and Letting of Yearling Rams, Ram and 
Ewe Lambs, will take place. On Wednesday, Sept, ttd, 186% 
at my residence, 2.*, miles from Holmdel, Monmouth Co., N 
J. Persons coming by Philadelphia will take the t imden & 
Amboy Railroad, for Freehold, starting at 6 o’clock, v M. By 
New York a special boat will leave foot of Robiscv , at 9 
o'clock, A. M (or Key port, returning at. 6 o’clotk, P. M.— 
Sale to commence at o’clock, P. M. Circulars of Pedigrees, 
Ac., now ready, for which please address me at Holmdel. N. J. 
651-5t J. C. TAYLOR. 
I one day went to dine 
With an old friend of mine, 
One always kind and hearty; 
I met there a throng 
Of old and of young— 
In fact, a first-rate party. 
When the dinner was o’er, 
My friend brought from his store 
Wines fit for king or queen; 
But my surprise was great 
When I saw on a plate 
A tingle fruit for dessert. 
This fruit they ail admired, 
And to possess it desired. 
This statement cannot be denied; 
But, to prevent a dispute, 
He took omfflh from this fruit, 
And thus the wants of all supplied, 
J3*” Answer in two weeks. 
Jp ARMS F O F. SALE. 
BENNETT &TBANCKER, 
ATTORNEYS AT LAW AND REAL ESTATE AGENTS, 
Jackson, IVIiolii«an, 
Have for sale some of the choicest Farming Lands in the State 
of Michigan, situate principally iu the Counties of Jackson, 
Eaton, and Ingham Said lands are mostly improved (arms of 
from forty to one thousand acres, well located, and will be sold 
at reasonable rates. 
Persons wishing to purchase farms in the West, would do well 
to call upon or inquire of said firm before pnrc.lia.-i ng elsewhere. 
O. W. BENNETT. i„ RANCHER. 
[Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker.] 
THE GOLDEN ROSE 
An Angel stood by the eastern gateway of Life 
with a timid Soul leaning upon his breast. His face 
was radiant, but thoughtful. He spake tenderly 
unto bis charge. 
“ Go forth into the maze called Life.” 
The Soul replied, “ I would remain with thee; 
why dost thou banish me?” 
The Angel looked upward, answering, “God 
wills it.” 
“Wilt thou guide me in that other state,” ques¬ 
tioned the Soul. 
“ I have a charge concerning thee,” replied the 
Angel; but thou wilt forget thy present state; thine 
eyes will be dim, that thou const not discern me: 
thine ears deaf to my voice. Temptations await 
thee; snares are set in thy pathway.” 
“ Why then am I sent?” cried the Soul, 
“To prove thee; to develop within thee capacity 
for higher enjoyments,” said the Angel. “ Heed my 
parting words, for thou shalt dimly remember them 
in the land of trial. The land to which thou goest 
is overgrown With flowers and weeds. Weave for 
thyself a garland of the one upon whose leaves the 
word Happiness is inscribed, and bear it with thee 
through the western gateway. There will I await 
thee. But seek not thy flowers in the morass.” Then 
the Angel breathed softly upon the Soul, and it 
floated into Life. In its new existence the Soul was 
called Magdalen. She was fair to look upon, and 
arrayed in white robes. 
A mist hung low over the gate of entrance, so 
that Magdalen, looking backwards, could not dis¬ 
cern the land whence she came, nor view the Angel, 
whose wistful eyes pierced it and followed her, while 
his hands were clasped and uplifted to ward God. 
For a time Magdalen retained a faint remembrance 
of her former state, and wandered with uncertain 
steps, seeking her Angel guardian; but as time 
passed on, she recalled only his parting charge, 
“ Seek the flower upon whose leaves Happiness is 
inscribed.” 
The valley through which her pathway lay was 
thronged by pilgrims seeking the same object. 
Flowers varying in form, hue, and fragrance, were 
spread like a gay carpet upon every side. Mag¬ 
dalen plucked many, but finding no inscription 
upon them, she cast them from her. At last, when 
the day had become rarely bright, Magdalen was 
attracted toward a cluster of violets whose sweet 
fragrance floated on the air. She stooped to gather 
them, when one beside her asked, “ What seek you, 
fair maiden?” 
“I seek the flower upon which Happiness is 
written,” was Magdalen’s reply. 
The stranger laughed aloud as he replied, 
“Surely thou art not so blind as to search for it 
upon those blue posies; 1 know well the flower you 
need, but these are weeds.” 
MAaruLEN blushed, but looked regretfully at the 
bed of violets. “ I thought,” she murmured, “ that 
my search was ended. Tell me, friend, the secret, 
if thou knowest it. Upon what flower shall I find 
Happiness?” 
“Upon the golden rose,” replied her friend; but 
it lies far in advance of us. All these whom you 
behold search for it. Farewell! I must hasten on 
my journey.” 
Magdalen paused and gazed earnestly at the 
lovely flowers. A breath of the south wind shook 
fresh perfume from their cups. “Nevertheless, I 
will carry some in my bosom,” she said, “ the odor 
is sweet” And hastily gathering them she placed 
them near her heart. 
Henceforth she sought golden roses. She never 
again saw so large a cluster of violets, but they 
A llis, waters a c? o., 
B-A.KTKS XL S , 
55 Biiflitlo St., Opposite the Engle Hotel, 
ROCHKSTKR, N. Y. 
Interest Coupons of U. 8. seven and three-tenths per cent. 
Bonds, due August 19th, 1862, paid at their Banking Office, on 
presentation. 
Highest premium paid for gold, silver, Canada currency, and 
U. S. Demand Notes, of old issue 
Interest paid on special deposits Sight drafts on England 
and Ireland in sums to suit 648-26t 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
DECAPITATIONS. 
Behead a boy's name and leave a color. 
Behead a flower and leave a fluid very much used. 
Behead an insect and leave an article used in building. 
Behead a kind of grain and leave that which pervades every¬ 
thing. 
Behead it again and leave what we all do. 
Behead a building and leave what we sometimes are. 
Behead a very useful article and leave part of a door. 
Behead a transparent substance and leave what a girl is some¬ 
times called. 
Behead wbat we are sometimes afraid of and leave part of the 
body. 
Behead part of a book and leave part of a house. 
Bebeud a person’s name and leave a bird. 
Behead a jewel and leave a British title of nobility. 
Behead part of the body and leave a conjunction. 
Pontiac, Mich., 1802. F. E. B. 
[3T Answer in two weeks. 
gaUIERS’ PHOTOGRAPH GALLERY, 
- -«^IIiIIIIIIiiiiiiiiiii, -U.uu.w. 
[CARD CAMERA.] 
Mr. G. W. 8QU1ERS. a Daguerreotypist and Photographer 
of sixteen years experience, formerly oi New York, would 
respectfully inform his friends, and the public generally, that 
he has purchased the weil-kuoivn WHITNEY ROOMS, located 
as above, where he promises to furnish all kinds of Pictures 
known in the ai t, as good as the best and at war prices. [644-eo 
MURMURING, 
Answer to Poetical Enigma;—Foot-ball. 
Answer to Military Problem:—Command the left companies 
to alout foot, then heavy column to the left. The captain of 
tbe right will give the command, first, company, left wheel, 
forward, march, and the left companies will follow the right 
untii they have arrived in the place where the right companies 
were, then bring them to about face. 
Front. 
I was tired of washing dishes; I was tired of 
drudgery. It. had always been so, and I was dissat¬ 
isfied. I never sat down a moment to read, that 
Jamie didn't want a doughnut, or a piece of paper 
to scribble on, or a bit of soap to make bubbles. 
“ l r d rather be in the penitentiary,” I said one day, 
“ than have my life teased out so,” as Jamio knocked 
my elbow, when I was writing to a friend. 
But a morning came when I had one plate less to 
wash, one chair less to set away by the walls in the 
dining room; when Jamie's little crib was put away 
into the garret, and it has never come down since. 
I bad been unusually fretful and discontented with 
him that damp November morning that he took the 
croup. Gloomy weather gave me the headache, and 
I had less patience than at other times. By and by 
he was singing in another room, “ I want to be an 
angel,” and presently rang that metallic croup. I 
never heard that hymn since that it don't cut me to 
the heart; for tbe croup cough rings out with it. He 
grew worse towards night, and when husband came 
home, he went for a doctor. At first, he seemed to 
help him: but it merged into inflammatory croup, 
and was soon over. 
“ I ought to have been called in sooner,” said the 
doctor. 
I have a servant to wash tbe dishes now, and when 
a visitor comes, I can sit down and entertain her, 
without having to work all the time. There is no 
little boy worrying me to open his jack-knife, and 
there are no whittlings over the floor. The maga¬ 
zines are not soiled with looking at the pictures, but 
stand prim and neat on the reading table, just as I 
leave them. 
“ Your carpet never looks dirty,” say weary worn 
mothers to me. “ Oh no,” I mutter to myself, 
“ there’s no muddy little boots to dirty it now.” 
But my face is weary as theirs — weary with sitting 
in my lonesome parlor at twilight —weary with 
watching lor the little arms that used to twine 
around my neck—for the curls that brushed against 
my cheek — for the young laugh which rang out 
with mine, as we watched the blazing coal-fire, or 
made rabbits with the shadow on the wall, waiting 
merrily together for papa coming home. I have the 
wealth and ease I longed for, but at what a price? 
And when I see mothers with grown-up sons driving 
to town or church, and my hair silvered over with 
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Silver Plated Ware, Pocket and Table Cutlery and House Fur¬ 
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AlAriO, 
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and Thermometers, and dealer in Tin. Copper, Zinc, Sheet Iron, 
&c., &c., 6» & «I State Street. Rochester, N V, _ 
COUSIN DEBORAH'S LEGACY 
Cousin Deborah was an old, unmarried lady, 
who had no other property than a moderate life 
annuity. The furniture of the house was faded and 
antique; the linen was well darned; the plate was 
scanty, and worn ihin with use and frequent scour¬ 
ing; the books were few. and in no very good con¬ 
dition. She had no jewels or trinkets; her days 
were passed in a dreary state of tranquility, stitch¬ 
ing, stitching forever, with her beloved huge work- 
box at her elbow. That wanted nothing, lor it was 
abundantly fitted up with worsted, cotton, tapes, 
buttons, bodkin, needle, and such a multiplicity of 
reels and balls, that to enumerate them would be a 
tedious task. 
Cousin Deborah particularly prided herself on 
darning; carpets, house linen, stockings, all bore 
unimpeachable testimony to this branch of industry. 
Holes and thin places were hailed with delight by 
her; and it was whispered—but that might be a 
mere matter of scandal—that she even went so far 
as to cut holes in her best table cloth, for the pur¬ 
pose of exercising her ingenuity in repairing tbe 
fractures. Be that as it may, tbe work-box was as 
much a companion to her as dogs and cats are to 
many other single ladies. She was lost without it; 
her conversation always turned on the subject of 
thread, paper and needle cases; and never was 
darning cotton more scientifically rolled into neat 
balls, than by the taper fingers of cousin Deborah. 
The contents of that wonderful work-box would 
have furnished a small shop. As a child, I always 
regarded it with a species of awe and veneration; 
and, without daring to lay a finger on the treasures 
it contained, my prying eyes greedily devoured its 
mysteries, when the raised edge revealed its moun¬ 
tains of cotton and forests of pins and needles. 
And I have no doubt that cousin Deborah first 
regarded me with favor in consequence of being 
asked by my mother to give me a lesson in darning—a 
most necessary accomplishment in our family, as I 
was the eldest of many brothers and sisters; and, 
though very happy among ourselves, the eircum- 
/"I ROCERIES, PROVISIONS, SEEDS, FRUITS, &C. 
NT. J - . MONROE, 
wholesale and retail 
GROCER AN1> COMMISSI ON MERCHANT, 
90 Bviflalo Street, Rochester, N. Y. 
Also, Dealer in Clover and Timothy Seed, Seed Potatoes, 
Green and Dried Fruits. &c Ur Pure W mes and Liquors, 
and Rectified Whisky, for Medicinal purposes. [640 
R ochester city scale works. 
GREAT REDUCTION IN PRICES. 
E. A. Forsyte it CO keep constantly on hand a large assort¬ 
ment of 
Hay, Cattle, Grain, Platform and Counter Scales, 
which they will sell at greatly reduced prices. 
Add” ■e<a ' WOrk “ ,a E r °A.'FORSYTH & CO., Rochester. N Y., 
636 -' 2 oteo Old Stand of Duryee & Forsyth. 
I j ) g ee illustrated advertisement in RURAL of March 29. 
T he best advertising 
MEDIUM of its Class, is MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORK¬ 
ER. the leading aad largest circulated Agricultural, Business 
and Family Newspaper in America Business Men who wish to 
reach, at once, rsxs or thousands of the most enterprising 
Farmers, Horticulturists, &c., and thousands of Merchants. 
Mechanics, Manufacturers and Professional Men, throughout 
the loyal States, Bhould give the Rural a trial. As the business 
Benson is at band, Now is the Time for all who wish to adver¬ 
tise widely and profitably, to select the best mediums — and that 
the above is first of Us class, many prominent Manufacturer!), 
Nurserymen, Seedsmen, Dealers in Agricultural Implements, 
Machinery, Ac , Wholesale Merchants, Educational Institutions, 
Publishers, Laud and Insurance Companies, Agencies, &e~, &c., 
in various parte of the country, can attest. 
I From the New Fork Daily World. Feb. 15. 1862 ] 
Moore’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 interest in the improvements of the 
times. For years it has maintained an enviable position as a 
family newspaper, and we are gratified to learn that its pros- 
pecte’wer© never better than they are at the present tune. « e 
commend it to the notice of those of our readers who take an 
Interest in agricultural and horticultural matters, arul, we mav 
add. to advertiser!, who desire to reach the lanmng communi¬ 
ties throughout the country. 
[From the New Turk Daily Times.] 
Moobe’b Rural New-Yorker, published at Rochester, has a 
very large circulation, especially amouif the agricultural popu¬ 
lation of the Northern, Western, and Middle States, and offeree 
very excellent medium for advertising to burin; ** moo of this 
city who desire to teach those sections- It Is an able and 
well-managed paper, and deserves the success it has achieved. 
[Frtm the New York 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 iti 
MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER, 
THE LARGEST CIRCULATED 
AGRICULTURAL, LITERARY AND FAMILY WEEKLY, 
JS PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY, 
BY D. D. T. MOORE, ROCHESTER, N. Y. 
TERMS IN ADVANCE : 
Two Dollars a Year—To 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 free, for $25 ; and any greater number at same 
rute—only $1.25 per copy. Club papers directed to individuals 
and sent to as many different Post-Offices as desired. As we pre¬ 
pay .American postage on papers sent to tbe British Provinces, 
our Canadian agent* and friends must add 12cents per copy 
to the club rates of the Rural. The lowest price of copies sent 
to Europe, Ac., is $2.50— including postage. 
Direct to Rochester, N. Y.-AH persons having occasion 
to address the Rusal New-Yorker will please direct to Roch¬ 
ester, N. Y., and not, as many do, to New York, Albany, 
Buffalo, &c. Money Letters intended for us are frequently 
