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OUR COUNTRY’S CALL. 
BY AXNIK V. BEACH. 
Youths of America how can ye calmly 
List to the story ot' our bleeding land, 
Nor seem to have one wish, one care to rally 
And proudly lift for truth the avenging hand ? 
Daughter* of sires who battled for the freedom 
In whose pure light our childhood has been blest 
Say, has died out the glorious flame forever, 
Their memory should kindle in each breast f 
Shall we not break the sofi love-cords that bind us. 
And calmly speak, yet “1th a purpose high, 
Bidding our brothers buckle on the armor, 
For truth to battle, or for truth to die ? 
Not to the arn: of human flesh we trust them— 
God calls them now to march id freedom's track ; 
And shall we weave a web of vain caresses. 
Striving to hold from Him our loved ones hack ? 
Gon, by whose word our fathers were protected 
In camp, and march, and on the battle field, 
Hath the same power, from sin. and death, and danger, 
Now, His brave warriors of the right to shield. 
Oh, when our land by traitors has been trampled, 
And Gop would solve the mystery of j ears, 
Shall It be said that woman, In her weakness, 
Holds back His champions by her selfish tears ? 
Woe unto them that whisper “ Peace l-kcep silence I" 
When the great cry of wrong goes up to Heaven, 
While Gon e eternal justice loudly answers 
n Never or now the fclten shall be riven!" 
Talk now no more of reconciliation— 
The day is o'er for peace dreams, howe'er fair; 
Now give us in the field the howee-loned cannon, 
And in the soldier’s home the fervent prayer. 
Ah. those pure prayers to Heaven's high throne ascending 
Shull prove a host against oppression's power, 
While memory of the faithful hearts that breathe them, 
Nerves the brave soldier for the battle hour. 
Cambria. Niagara Co., N. Y. t 1802, 
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MY FIRST YEAR OF HOUSEKEEPING. 
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BY MRS. H. C. GARDNER. 
It is no fiction that I sit down to chronicle this 
evening. As I look back through the long vista of 
years, and review the early days of my married 
life, its perplexities and cares come up before me 
in far more vivid colors than its joys; though the 
retrospect often provokes a laugh where the mil 
experience caused bitter tears. 
I was just twenty years old when 1 became the 
wife of a clergyman, a poor country pastor. It was 
a love match, and. with the usual thrifllessness of 
lovers, I think it did not then occur to us that we 
could not live upon love, or that it would need 
such vulgar appliances as roast beef and palatable 
puddings to preserve in its purity the divine es¬ 
sence of the grand passion. 
Everybody said that I was totally unfit tor a min¬ 
ister’s wife. I was naturally exceedingly joyous 
and mirthful, and without a particle of ihe staid 
dignity expected from persons in my position: while 
my husband was a grave, thoughtful man, endowed 
by nature with a commanding personal appear¬ 
ance and prepossessing manners. I do not wonder 
now that people could not see the propriety of his 
choosing mo for a wife, when so many pattern wo¬ 
men stood ready to accept him. My own family 
had but one objection to the match: he was poor, 
and I had no idea of practical housekeeping. 
Ah, how well I remember the first washing day! 
My husband, after vainly trying to persuade me to 
hire a washwoman (l knew that he could not afford 
it,) came into the back kitchen to help me himself. 
We were very merry at first, but after rubbing off' 
little patches of skin from every knuckle, and burn¬ 
ing our arms till they looked like illustrated maps 
of some, unknown country, we began to find out 
there was little poetry and no iun in the wash-tub. 
But the ironing day was worse yel Nothing but 
pride kept me from rolling those starched shirts 
into a bundle and taking them across the field to 
my mother’s kitchen. I forgot to mention that we 
had taken up our abode in a parish but one mile 
distant from my father’s house. 
I had never ironed any starched clothes of any 
description, but from my brothers at home I bad 
imbibed very exalted ideas in regard to the im¬ 
portance of immaculate shirt-bosoms. My husband 
told me all that he could remember of his mother’s 
method, and then betook himself to his study. 
Shall I ever forget my feelings when the flat-iron, 
heated seven times hotter than its wont, and care¬ 
fully applied to the glutinous surface, suddenly 
struck up an attachment for the same, and when 
forcibly separated left its whole image and super¬ 
scription behind, in black and brown colors. I 
I have that shirt now. I keep it to show to those 
wise mothers who are training their daughters for 
future uselessness. 
But U was in cooking that I found my chief 
trouble. AH my attempts in that line, at the time I 
commenced housekeeping, had resulted in spoiling 
several kinds of rich cake, concocted in accordance 
with those impossible recipes whieh fill our modern 
cookery books. I had never made a loaf ol bread 
in my life. Baker's bread served us tor a time— 
for so loDg a time, indeed, that we found out all 
its good qualities, and have not tested its excel¬ 
lencies for many years. 
We had been married and settled nearly a fort¬ 
night, when, one morning, my husband came in 
with a letter in his hand and a very anxious ex¬ 
pression on Lis face. I sprang up from my seat, 
nearly upsetting the breakfast table, which was 
waiting tor him. 
“What is the matter, Frank? Is anybody sick 
or dead? Have yon got bad news?” 
“ No. At least it ought not to be bad news.” 
“Well, what is it? Something serious, I know 
from your looks.” 
“ No, Hattie, nothing of the kind. Only I feared 
it might annoy you. It is only a note from my 
college chum, Fred Knowles, saying that he is going 
to Boston and will call on us and —and get bis din¬ 
ner to-day,” said my husband, finishing the sentence 
reluctantly. 
It was my first call to entertain company, and 
knowing by this time my ignorance, I shrank back 
affrighted from the prospect, I confess, too, a feel¬ 
ing of deep mortification that my husband could 
not receive his intimate friends without so serious 
a drawback tipon his pleasure. All my natural 
energy and pride was aroused, and I determined 
to become a good, practical housekeeper, at what¬ 
ever cost of time and labor. But the present emer¬ 
gency was first to be attended to. 
“1 suppose I had better get Borne fresh loaves 
from the bakery?” Frank looked at the dry. light 
slices on Ihe breakfast table, as he spoke. 
“Yes, I think so. And some meat, Ilattie. That 
forlorn old roast has lasted a fortnight, I am sure. 
I think 1 should recognize its bores if I saw them 
in Africa. Do you think you could broil a steak, 
Hattie?” 
“Yes. But, Frank, you must come out of the 
parlor and overlook me. And if you will get me 
some peas and lettuce, and other vegetables, I 
shall get up a famous dinner.” 
A half smile flitted over his face. He had heard 
of my lamous dinners before. 
“Well, we must do our best The cars will not 
arrive till two o’clock, so there will be plenty of 
time for marketing and cooking.” 
“ Is Mr. Knowles very particular?” I asked tim¬ 
idly. “ Will he notice if things go just a little 
wrong?” 
“Perhaps not. But he will have a natural curi¬ 
osity in regard to the capabilities of his friend's 
wife. But I think we shall do very well.” 
“I am sure we shall,” was my encouraging re¬ 
sponse, inspired by a bright idea that suddenly 
occurred to me. In accordance with it. my hus¬ 
band bad no sooner started for the market than I. 
slipping on my hat and shawl, started on a long 
walk through the fields and woods. I was going 
to consult my mother about dinner. I surprised 
her by bursting into the dining-room, quite out of 
breath from ray hurried walk, just as ihe family 
were setting down to a late breakfast. 
“Is it Hattie, or her ghost?” asked my father, 
getting up to welcome ine. “ If my memory serves 
me, our Hattie used to be a late riser.” 
“ Housekeeping improves me, papa.” 
“Don’t wait to talk," said mamma. “The coffee 
will be spoiled. Take off your bonnet, Hattie 
while I get anolher cup and plate, and we will 
chat afterward.” 
“ No, I thank you. I cannot stop a minute.” 
Mamma opened her eyes in astonishment. 
“ You are not going to walk directly back again? 
Let me take your shawl.” 
“ But I must go. We are going to have company 
to dinner. Frank's chum. And I want to know 
how long to boil the potatoes and other-” 
Such a chorus of laughter as interrupted me. 
“ Why. my dear child, boil them till they are done.” 
“I know as much as that, mamma; but when 
rnuBt I begin them, to have Ihem done at the right 
time? I have got peas to cook, and beefsteak, and I 
ought to make a pudding. Ob, dear!” 
They all laughed again, as much at my distressed 
looks as at my ignorance. I di ' join them; 
indeed, it was as much as I cot M it keep back 
my tears. 
“It is not her fault that ’title about 
cooking,” at last said mv ■ im. “You 
must not mind our lat .in. you, my bar. 1 
have been longing to a., yui. It . ^ \ pu that 
mince pie I ate at your t. 1< - mm " lave 
tasted it ever since. But 1 v. I 1 n- 'ca yea. far 
I have no doubt you will ri tm e as voed r 
cook as your mother. And n a« it im ’s 
present difficulty." he went on, m-« \ " I !i 
uplan to propose. I will put t harm on old 
Fanny, and you, mother, can tali' the p a.v: 
home and stay to superintend this dinne; 
Mamma always assents to papa’s plans -o mu 
load of responsibility was gone at o. > w - 1 
pleasant to see the look of relief on mj 1 n id s 
fico as we drove up to the door. “1 h • -v 
searching everywhere for you.” be said, and I, 
could almost find it in my heart to scold yen ‘ r 
causing me so much anxiety: but your safe return 
satisfies me. Especially as your excursion La 
brought your mother to aid us iu our extremity 
But, Hattie, I must insist on your having no more 
private walks.” 
“ Ab, sir! if you had known, you would have for¬ 
bidden it. That would have spoiled all.” 
I have no doubt that Mr. Knowles left us that day 
under the impression that my husband had secured 
a matrimonial prize. But I felt like a hypocrite for 
weeks afterward. 
It came to pass, after many days, that bakers' 
bread became unendurable. I tried to believe in it 
—I praised and tasted it; but it would not do. Its 
glory had departed. I began heartily to approve of 
Pharoah’s course in lifting the bead of the chief 
baker from off’ his shoulders and hanging him upon 
a tree; but I saw no way out of my trouble. I had 
tried many times to raise bread, but had not suc¬ 
ceeded in making any fit to appear on the table. I 
had a trifle better success in making milk biscuit, 
though I could never guess right as to the amount 
of soda required. Sometimes they were yellow 
enough to be mistaken for nuggets of virgin gold; 
but oftener they had the appearance of having been 
hardened and compacted in a cheese press. My 
husband pretended that they were passed through 
heavy rollers like those used in irou foundries. At 
first I tried to work the cold biscuit into puddings 
and griddle cakes, but their peculiar solidity frus¬ 
trated all such attempts to economize. But when 
the case appeared perfecily hopeless. I had still one 
resource. There was a wide ditch behind the gar¬ 
den, and in its dark waters I buried my biscuit out 
of my sight. Inexperineed girls should never com¬ 
mence housekeeping without a convenient ditch at 
hand. But my troubles did not end here. In an 
evil hour a neighbor’s hen hatched a big brood ol 
ducklings, which in due time found their way to my 
cache ot provisions. The biscuit, so long in soak, 
had now a resurrection, and I remember watching 
Ihe poor fowls as they tried to divide them with 
their strong bills. 
“ My dear, dear Hattie," said my husband, one 
morning, after the usual toil of breakfast was over, 
“ don’t you think you could learn to make raised 
bread ?” 
“I cannot tell; I am quite discouraged.” 
“ You have learned to cook so many things in so 
short a time,” he went on, encouragingly, “ that I 
am sure if you had some one to give you a few hints 
about the best method, you would succeed admira¬ 
bly. Why don't you consult your mother? She is 
a superior cook.” 
“Youforget, Fank, how we resented it when my 
mother, and sisters, and aunts, and, in fact, all our 
friends, united in predicting our present perplexi¬ 
ties. No, it would be too mortifying to go home lor 
counsel in this matter. Indeed. I am ashamed to 
expose my ignorance by consulting any one. I give 
all my visitors baker's bread, and they, having it 
only occasionally, seem to like it.” 
••Suppose we try hoarding. Hattie?” 
“We cannot afford that; and besides, we want a 
home by ourselves. You would not be contented to 
give up our home liberties and privileges. Frank. 
If it were not for the eternal bread question, we 
could get a little enjoyment out of life; but comfort 
is now out of the question. I wish, Frank,” I added. 
pettishly, “that you bad married a housekeeper and 
I had gone into a convent!” 
nis face flushed. 
“I was not finding fault, Hattie. I am as ignorant 
as yourself, and I am sure I could not get along 
with the couniless details of kitchen work half as 
skillfully and cheerfully as you do. I think you 
will conquer this difficulty in time.” 
“ In time, if ever,” I responded, ungraciously. 
“ T hope there will be no bread-making in eternity!” 
He looked at me in surprise for a moment, but did 
not reply. The marked irreverence of my language 
affected him painfully; but he saw that I was in too 
reckless a mood to be reasoned with. 
After he had gone to his study I sat down to think. 
I felt wicked and unhappy. I knew I bad spoken 
unkindly and ungenerously to my husband, whose 
unwearied forbearance and gentleness, amid the in¬ 
conveniences caused by my incompetency, had so 
often excited my gratitude. Alas! that so much 
misery could result from the -want of a good loaf 
of bread! 
A sudden resolve inspired me. Without waiting 
to clear away the breakfast things. I went to a kind 
old lady in the neighborhood, and, after confessing 
my ignorance, begged to be initiated into the mys¬ 
teries of bread-making, 
“ There is do trouble.” said the old lady, “ if you 
have good yeast." 
“ But I have tried yeast, and my bread soured.” 
“ You let it stand too long. It must be put in the 
pans as soon as it is light, and then stand till it 
begins to come up again.” 
“ But where can I get good yeast?” 
“Atthe bakery. I get mine there. You can’t 
help having good bread if the yeast is right. Only 
be sure to bake it soon enough.” 
I was soon on my way to the bakery, a mile dis¬ 
tant The fresh air and pleasant Bunligbt soon had 
their usual genial influence upon me, and I began 
to get back my lost courage and cheerfulness. 
“After all,” I said to myself. “ I must succeed if I 
persevere. I am not naturally dull, and I will learn 
to make good bread, if it takes me a year.” 
I procured a pint of yeast and hastened home 
with my treasure. I determined that the “hoisting 
element should not bo lacking in quantity, so I put 
into the flour all the yeast I had bought, only add¬ 
ing a cup of milk to moisten it sufficiently. It smelt 
very strong of hops, but I thought that would bake 
out 
I had scarcely placed it in a warm corner by the 
stove to rise, when I recollected Mrs. Lee’s caution 
about baking in time to prevent its souring. 
“ I must ruu no risk of that, at all events,” I said. 
“ I am sure there is yeast enough to raise it, it I 
bake it directly. It can raise in the oven, to be sure. 
Dear me, how green it looks! But it will come all 
right in (he baking, 1 dare say." 
Bo without further delay I placed it in the oven, I 
would not, if I could, describe its appearance when 
it came out. I did not wait to test its quality, but 
threw it, almost hissing hot, into that long-suffering 
ditch. I am afraid it is there now. It is many years 
-ince 1 left the place, but I often fancy half a dozen 
icks hard at work upon it. 
’ went back to the house, and for the first time sat 
dov, ri to have a hearty crying spell. It was no 
■ I,"' 1 sniffle, with just tears enough to add luster 
to i' res; but a downright sobbing, that would 
lure 'im credit to any whipped youngster of ten. 
! . *as i rly discouraged. In this condition my 
Iu F,:md me when he came down to dinner. 
Then wa- ■< dinner cooked, and the breakfast table 
-tuod j.iKt wh re we had left it. 
i in.-,Led much alarmed,but he soon com- 
p 'heiideu 1 ■ - i'e of affairs. He came and sat 
i it-' i 1 ni i drew toy head from the hard Table 
poc \ -L !t had rested to his shoulder. How 
- ’/ and encouragingly he talked to me! He 
s (. to have quite forgotten my provoking lan- 
gu j to himself, and only to be anxious to comfort 
me. 
After a time I told him the sad experience of the 
morning—the long, fatiguing walk, the attempt to 
obtain instruction, and the hopeless result. It was 
anything but a funny story, to me; but I felt him 
tremble as I proceeded, and when T concluded with 
the amiable wish that those ducks might be choked 
to death if they ever brought that bread up to the 
light of day. he broke out into a fit of laughter such 
as I had never seen him indulge in. It was a long 
time before he was sober enough to speak. 
“ I think. Hattie.” he said, at last. “ that you have 
at least taken one step in the right direction.” 
- How 
•• Why, after confiding in old Mrs. Lee, it will not 
now be difficult to tell her of your failure, and to 
ask for the privilege of mixing a few loaves under 
her direction. You will easily get the art in ibis 
way, and she is too kind to care for the trouble.” 
“ To be sure, Frank. I wonder I did not think of 
that. I shall try very hard, and you will have a 
housekeeper yet." 
“ And you will not sigh for a convent, Hattie?” 
“Ab. Frank! it is fortunate that I have a consider¬ 
ate husband. Everybody w> uld not forgive such a 
temper as 1 exhibited this morning.” 
We extemporized a lunch to serve for a dinner, 
and then I again set off to visit Mrs. Lee. At last I 
learned to make bread. 
I could fill many pages with such doleful remin¬ 
iscences, and should be willing to do so if I could 
convince one young girl of the importance ot prac¬ 
tical household knowledge, or make her understand 
how much ihe comfort and grace of a home depend 
upon the domestic habits ot its mistress. 
But I will ouly indulge my vanity by stating what 
is really true, that I cau now cook a dinner, clear¬ 
starch and iron, preserve and pickle, knit stockings 
and darn them, all in unexceptionable style. If any 
one doubts it. let him or her come and pass a week 
at the pretty parsonage in the rural village of Lans- 
wood.— Peterson's Magazine. 
DROPS OP WISDOM. 
Always laugh when you can — it is a cheap 
medicine. 
Crimes sometimes shock us too much; vices al¬ 
most always too little. 
He who says what he likes, must expect to hear 
what he does not like. 
Genius makes its observations in short hand; 
talent writes them out at length. 
If a man cannot readily recognize merit it is very 
certain that he has none himself. 
PERocrTY and cowardice are as truly brothers as 
Romulus and Remus —they sucked the same wolf. 
Pope once said, it is with narrow-souled people 
as with narrow-necked bottles —the less they have 
in them the more noise they make in pouring it 
out 
ifit ansi giiniw. 
SOME LITTLE JOKERS. 
Why are two t’s like hops? Because they make 
beer better. 
The truth with “London pure milk” lives cer¬ 
tainly at the bottom of a well. 
The wild boar is one of the most dreaded animals 
in nature— except the tame bore. 
A fell jug and an empty sot cannot be long to¬ 
gether without changing conditions. 
“I'm particularly UDeasy on this point,” as the fly 
said when the boy stuck him on the end of a needle. 
A Corkoxian, on being asked at breakfast how 
he came by “that black eye,” said, “ he slept on his 
fist.” 
When a man wants money or assistance, the 
world, as a rule, is very obliging, and—lets him 
want it. 
The more a woman’s waist is shaped like an hour 
glass, the more it shows us that her sands of life are 
running out. 
Sleep is called “ death’s counterfeit,” and this is 
a case in which tlie counterfeit is generally pre¬ 
ferred to the genuine. 
Many who dregs extravagantly should be as 
much ashamed of their clothes as Adam and Eve 
were of not having any. 
Somebody says that the oddest husbandry he 
knows of, is the marrying of a widower in clover 
with a widow in weeds. 
An editor says the only reason why his house 
was not blown away during the. late gale, was be¬ 
cause there was a heavy mortgage upon it. 
An old lady in Holland, whose sole occupation 
was housewifery, scrubbed her sittiDg-room floor 
until she fell through into the cellar. 
Bridget— “Well. Mary, are you going to thenew 
place?” Mary — “Sbure, no! the lady couldn’t give 
satisfactory reference from her last cook.” 
“You are writing my hill on very rough paper,” 
said a client to his attorney. “Never miDd,” said 
the lawyer, “it has to be filed before it comes into 
court” 
Some of the medical journals are much distracted 
about the custom of lying in bed; the habit of lie- 
ing out of bed is, we think, a great deal more to be 
guarded against 
Unrestricted Commerce. — Secesh — “ Say, 
Johnny Bull, I’m going to have fair and square, up 
and down free trade with you.” 
John Bull —“Well, sir. what do you wish to 
sell?” 
S. — “ Oh, I can't sell nothing.” 
J. B. — “Ha! hexactly! what would you like to 
buy?” 
S.—“ Oh, I can’t buy nothing —I ain’t got no 
money.” 
(Bunt# lor th fjomg. 
[Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker.] 
“ SONG FOR THE LITTLE ONES AT HOME.” 
Air — "Chick-a dee dee. ” 
Thrice welcome, dear papa,—hurrah that you've come; 
Words fail to express how we •' mbs thee at home.” 
Though mamma and aunty did all that they could, 
We stiff wauted papa so kind and so good. 
Each mom when we rose and each night e'er we slept, 
We prayed that dear papa iu health might be kept; 
And while you were out on the deep rolling wave, 
We begged “ Our Father dear papa to save. 
Then welcome, dear papa, thrice welcome thou art, 
The sight of thy face brings fresh joy to each heart; 
Then stay with us, papa, though others may roam. 
For you must be with us to make “ home, sweet home.” 
‘Sunnyside.” Peoria Co., 111., 1862. F. C. M. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 63 letters. 
My 48, 13, 52, 23, 54. 27. 55, 84 is a name applied to a vehicle. 
My 20, 45. 58, 40. 16,14. 56, 3 is a beautiful Southern tree. 
My 32, 6, 56, 39, 37. 48, 12. 62, 49 18. 13, 38, 61, 56, 57, 8 is 
an important Government establishment in Philadelphia. 
My 4, 19. 14, 21, 51. 60, 34 was an ancient king. 
My 43. 31, 61, 33 is what all should do. 
My 9, 41, 22 is an impure resinous substance. 
My 17, 45, 53 is an imaginary being. 
My 26, 35, 28, 42, 10 is a river iff Scotland. 
My 51.11, 46, 63, 7, 14, 24, 68, 50 is a system instituted by the 
ancients. , 
My 15. 41, 2, 29 is a part of the body. 
My 5, 10, 60, 20, 3, 12 is a man's name. 
My 27, 25, 30. 53, 44. 37, 13 is an island in the Pacific Ocean. 
My 36, 56, 59, 37 is something without whieh few men are 
satisfied. 
My 1,13. 52, 82 is a French adjective. 
My whole is one of the Proverbs. 
Millville, Orleans Co., N. Y., 1862. Lenork. 
Jjjf" Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 21 letters. 
My 4. 13, 6, 16. 5 is a Bounty in Pennsylvania. 
My 11, 7,10, 14 is a couaty in Ohio. 
Mp 3, 21, 6,18 is a county in New York. 
My 20, 12,1,16, S is a county in Michigan. 
Mv 10,19, 3, 17,1, 7, 9 is a county in Tennessee. 
My 11, 2, 6, 1. 20 is a county in Illinois. 
My 15, 10, 4, 9, 1. 12, 6. 13 is a county in Indiana. 
My whole is a sentiment dear to the heart of every true 
American. 
Richmond, Mich., 1862. J. Martin Brai.vbkd. 
Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker 
ARITHMETICAL PROBLEM. 
Suppose A, B and C to start from the same point, and to 
travel in the same direction around an island 73 miles in com¬ 
pass, A at the rate of 6, B of 10, and C of 16 miles per day, 
in what time will they next be together? 
Parish, Oswego Co., N. Y., 1862. N. Ortos. 
J3F” Answer in two weeks. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &c., IN No. 657. 
Answer to Chemico-Agricultural Enigma: — The farm is 
Nature's laboratory, and tillers of the soil are her students; 
if each student was to establish one fact, or make one dis¬ 
covery, Agriculture would be reduced to a science as exact as 
Mathematics. 
Answer to Puzxle:—MUlbury. 
Answer to Anagram:—Few men take the advice of a per¬ 
son that talks a great deal. 
To Business Men. 
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the worth of our money. Mr MooKk charges 35 cent- „ |; n „ 
and his circulation makes it cheap advertising We don't k Br ,~ 
the circulation or the Rural New-Yorker, but we know that 
it pays ns to advertise in it 
QVbucrtiscmcnte. 
\ ) NEY TO LOAN.- The Moxros 
J.YJL Cou.nty Savisos Lystitutios has money to loan on in- 
proved fkrmB in Monroe and adjoining counties. 
J. E. TIERPONT, Secretary. 
Rochester, Ang. 16, 1862. 667-fffow 
CT” SUPERIOR STRAWBERRY 
PLANTS.^J 
Grown with special care, and warranted to give satisfaction, 
or money will be refunded. Triomphe de Gand, S1.50; the Great 
Austin or Shaker, $2, Wilson's $1 per 190. Great reduction in 
price when one or more thousands are taken. [663-lIt 
J. C. THOMPSON. Tompkinaville. Staten Island, N. Y. 
Q C. PEARSON Ss CO., 
COMMISSION MERCHANTS, 
:No. 107 "Water Street, Chicago, Ill., 
Receive consignment* of produce to he sold in this market, and 
for shipment, fill Eastern order# for Grain by the cargo, Flour, 
Provisions. Ac.; making advances (ifdesired.i in either case. 
Rkfkrkxcks— a. 0. Badger ft Co.. Rankem, Chicago, w g 
Gould. Ee/j, ilnteniatiiinsl Bank.) Portland. Maine, Edward?, 
Nichols A Richards, Boston; Van Boekerck. Rowe A Butler S'. 
Y Citv, II H. Martin, Esq.. Albany City Bank. N Y.. W r. 
Howard. Esq . Marine Bank, Bnllalo; W. C. McRevnolds. E-q 
Branch Bank of the State of Indiana, Rushville, Ind. (r>5*-K 
"yj ASON Sz PEC .A. TvL L, X 3SJ ’ S 
^ HARMONIUMS AND MEL0DE0NS, 
Warranted the bust uvstijumiint# of the class in thewnr'd. 
8ee Catalogues containing testimony to tbeir superiority from 
the mo-t eminent musicians Constantly exhibited in cnnipe¬ 
tition with instruments of the other bent makers, th-y 
never. In a single instance, tailed to take the ha nest prize The 
only Gold Mkimi. ever awarded to ised Instrument-in this 
country waa to one of these. Prices nf Hnrinqtrtams. ofwhirl 
several new styles are now first oitered. i S>Vi to $4(Xi each 1 
Melodeone, Sis to SAW each New York ware-rooms, at No- : 
A 7 Mercer Sk, where dealers are supplied at the fame pric— is 
from the factory, by MASON BROTHERS Agent- 
^0 BUILDERS AND FARMERS. 
Building Brick and Drain Tile. 
The Rochester Brick and Tile Manufacturing Companv are 
now prepared to meet all demands of either Builders or'Far- 
niers wanting Brick or Tile Pipe Tile of all wien from two 
to six ibchy-vund florv? Shoe from two to ten inches. The Tile 
manufactured by this Company an- longer than that mode by 
Other manufacturer?, being Its iticlu - in length, l,tM0 pieces 
making80 rods. They are also strong, hard burned, and every 
way of superior quality. The following list of prices shown the 
low ra'ee at which we offer our Tile, and the facilities thus af¬ 
forded farmers for cheap uuderdrainirig 
Per 10X1 pieces. Per rod. 
2 inch ripe.ild.txt 20 c. 
3 " " . 15 00 371i 
4 •* “ 30.**) 56 
B " *• 80.00 75 
8 ** Round Tile in two pieces. Sti.oo $1.25 
2 Horse Shoe Tie. 800 
3 •• •• " . 12 00 
4 •* “ 16.00 25 
5 •* •• *• . 25110 37& 
6 " Pipe,. 601)0 $1.00 
10 “ " in two pieces.100 00 1 75 
Persona wishing Tiles wi.l find it to their interest to call at 
the office of the Company, 22 Buffalo Street, Rochester, before 
purchasing elsewhere 
A large qunntity of Brick always on hand. 
All orders for Bricks or Tiles, to be shipped by railroad or 
canal, will be promptly attended to. 
For other information, address 
W. OTIS. Superintendent. Rochester, N. Y. 
P A R M S FOR S -A. L £ . 
BENNETT ITbANCKER, 
ATTORNEYS AT LAW AND REAL ESTATE AGENTS, 
-Jaclcfson, Nlichifcarif 
Have for sale some of the choicest Farming Lands in the State 
of Michigan, situate principally in the Counties of Jackson. 
Eaton, aud Ingham. Said land-are mostly improved farm-of 
from forty to oue thousand acres, well loeated, and will be sold 
at reasonable rates. 
Persons wishing to purchase farms in the West, would dowel! 
to call upon or inquire of said firm before purchasing elsewhere, 
O. W. BENNETT. _ E. BAXCKKR. 
A llis, waters co., 
B AWKERS, 
55 Buffalo St., Opposite the Eattle Hotel, 
ROCHESTER, IV. Y. 
Interest Conpons of IT. S. seven and three-tenths per cent. 
Bonds, due August 19th, 1S62, paid at their Banking Office, on 
presentation. 
Highest premium paid for gold, silver. Canada currency, and 
C. S. Demand Notes, of old issue 
Interest paid on special deposits Sight drafts on England 
and Ireland in sums to suit. _ <U3-26t 
T .A. INI E IS TERRY & C O., 
P J DEALERS IS 
STOVES, FURNACES, COAL GRATES, 
Silver Plated Ware, Pocket and Table Cutlery aad House Fur¬ 
nishing Hardware of every description. 
Al .SO, 
Manufacturers of KED7.IE’S WATER FILTERS, Refrigerators, 
and Thermometers, and dealer in Tin. Copper, Zinc, Sheet Iron, 
&c., Ac.. 6U « 01 State Street, Rochester, X V 
p R0CERIES, PROVISIONS, SEEDS, FRUITS, Ac. 
TvL. J. MOWROE, 
WHOLESALE AND RETAIL 
GROCER AND COMMISSION MERCHANT, 
90 Buffalo Street, Rochester, N. Y. 
Also, Dealer in Clover and Timothy Seed, Seed Potatoes, 
Green and Dried Fruits. Ac IPure Wines and Liquors, 
and Rectified Whisky, for Medicinal purposes. I 640 
MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER, 
THB LjLRQKBT OIKCTTLATKD 
AGRICULTURAL, LITERARY AND PA1HLY WEEKLY, 
18 FUBLlSHtD KVIKY SATURDAY, 
BY D. D. T. MOORE, ROCHESTER, N. Y. 
Offiw, Faioa Building!, Opposite lie Court Hons*, Buffalo Street 
TERMS IN ADVANCE : 
Two POLLAJia A Yka r—T o ClnbB and Agents as follows 
Three Copies one year, for $5; Six. and one free to club agent, 
for $10 ; Ten. and oue free, for $15 ; Fifteen, amj one free, for$21; 
Twenty, and one free, for $25 ; and any greater number at tame 
rale—ouly $1.25 per copy Club papers, directed to individuals 
and sent U> as many different Post-Offices as desired. As we pro* 
pay American postage on papers 6eot to the British Provinces, 
our Canadian agents and friends must add 12 >« cents 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 —All persona having occasion 
to address the Rural New-Yorker will please direct to Roch¬ 
ester, N J'. and not. as many do. to New York, Albany, 
Buffalo. Ac. Money Letters intended for us are frequently 
directed and mailed to the above places. Please note 
ty the Legal Rats or Postage ox the Rural New- 
Yorker is only 3Y£ cents per quarter to any part of this state, 
(except Monroe county, where it goeB free.) and 6)4 cents to any 
other State or Territory, if paid quarterly in advance at the 
post-office where received. 
