Don’t gay I’m silly and sentimental, Ralph. I know 
you will give your Fhare towards the sum, like a 
good brother, as you are. J have been talking to 
her about it, and I know I can manage it bo as to 
over-rule any scruples ghe may have against receiv¬ 
ing anything in that way from us.” 
Here my companion became quiet, and the ques¬ 
tion presented itself to my mind: 
“ How am I to escape from this awkward position 
honorably? Here I have been guilty of listening 
to a communication intended for the ear of another 
—have been guilty of an inexcusable deception, 
practiced upon a Btranger and a lady knowingly. 
Perhaps the most honest plan would be to acquaint 
her at once with the mistake, and solicit her par¬ 
don.” 
I had at last summoned courage sufficient to clear 
my throat, and was about to commence my well- 
studied speech, when my companion gave a little 
laugh, as she said: 
“Really, Ralph, you are very entertaining in your 
own peculiar way; but if you are as dumb when in 
the presence of Miss Vernon as you have been lo- 
night, she is to be pitied rather than envied. You 
are little better than a barbarian. But here we are 
at uncle's, and you know I promised to stop with 
Carrie to-night; so you will have no one to bother 
you the rest of the way. How singular you do act 
to-night, Ralph! Well, I won’t tease you any 
more.” 
Suddenly Ibo driver drew up before au elegant 
residence, and imagining I perceived a loop-hole 
whereby I might eeeapo from my awkward predica¬ 
ment, I sprang out of the brougham and assisted the 
lady to alight. 
“Is your head still aching, Ralph? Good night. 
Why, you forgot to kiss me!” 
As the fair face was upturned to mine, with its 
tempting lips awaiting the kiss, I pressed the shawl 
down from my mouth suddenly, and as suddenly 
felt my head drawn down to receive the most deli¬ 
cious kiss ever bestowed by maiden. 
“You need not wait; the door is open, and there 
stands Carrie, bless her!” said my companion, as 
she tripped up the steps, while I stood irresolutely 
beside the brougham. 
“Then, my dear fellow,” I mentally ejaculated, 
“it is time you were ofl'.” 
Seating myself in the brougham once more, I was 
again driven off, but whither I knew not.. 1 only 
knew that I had lost a charming companion, whose 
lips a moment since were pressed against ray own, 
and who, in all probability, I might never meet 
again. And when I recalled her generous sympa¬ 
thy for the poor lame girl, 1 longed to know moreol 
her. Then, again, my cheeks tingled when 1 re¬ 
membered the deception I had practiced. And 
what would she think of me upon ascertaining—as 
she certainly must—the truth? 
My speculations were, however, cut short by the 
abrupt stopping of the brougham, whereupon I 
stepped out leisurely, picking from the bottom of 
the carriage, as 1 did so, an exquisitely embroidered 
handkerchief. Upon looking at it, closely, I per¬ 
ceived the initials “C. W." in one of the corners. 
1 was reminded of my situation at that moment by 
the driver’s inquiring “If Mr. Ralph would want 
him any more to-night; so I merely shook my head, 
turned away from him, and walked homeward. 
Evidently I bore a veiy strong resemblance to 
Mr. Ralph, whoever he was. True, my cap was 
drawn firmly, almost concealing my eyes, and the 
lower part of my face was muffled up in a heavy 
shawl. 
The night was “nipping,” and remembering that, 
u walk of four miles Jay between me and Albany. 1 
walked briskly. 1 had proceeded about a mile, 
when I observed a gentleman approaching at a pace 
as rapid as my own. As he drew nearer, 1 was 
struck with his resemblance to me—height, size, 
manner, and dresp, even to the wrap around his 
neck, and the buttons upon his coat were the exact 
counterpart of my own. I think that the resem¬ 
blance must have struck him at this time; for as we 
were passing, we involuntarily paused, scanning 
each other closely and curiously, and then strode 
on. “Mr. Ralph,” J said to myself, as I turned to 
look at him. Singularly enough. Mr. Ralph was at 
that moment looking at me. Ere I reached my 
chambers, I resolved to ascertain who the person 
was who dwelt in the Common, and who had arrived 
from the Crimea so recently, that I might thereby 
assure myself lo whom I was indebted for a deli¬ 
cious kiss, and whoso acquaintance I was very 
desirous of making. 
Early the following morning, 1 sat dowu and 
wrote a few lines to Miss Lucy Walters, the lame 
girl, and enclosed three ten pound notes, sealed the 
letter, deposited it in my pocket, and sallied forth 
in quest- of the information I so much desired. 
Wending my way to a friend’s chambers, l encoun¬ 
tered a young articled clerk, who was at that mo¬ 
ment entering the door, and inquired of him if he 
was acquainted with the neighborhood in which 1 
had been on the previous evening, 
“Yes, sir; very well,” he replied. 
“Can you tell me who lives in the large house 
with the two eagles on the gate posts, on the left 
hand side of the Common?” 
“ 0, you mean Mr. Wright's,” he replied; “but it’s 
about tour miles and a half out there, sir.” 
“Thank you,” I replied, and passed into the 
house, where I addressed my note to “Miss Lucy 
Walters, care of Miss C. Wright,” aud then saunter¬ 
ing out slowly, I called the lad to me. 
“ By the way, George," said I, “ I have a letter to 
deliver out there. Do you think you could do 
it for me? You can take a cab—any way that you 
can get it there soon; and when you have delivered 
it, don't stop a morneut. I don't care about having 
you questioned.” 
“ 1 can manage it for you, M r. Clark,” said the lad. 
“ My Uncle Dean lives out there.” 
“ is Mr. Dean your uncle?” I inquired hastily. 
“ Yes, sir.” 
“ There is a lame girl living with him?” 
“ Yes—Miss Walters.” 
“Can I trust you, George?” 
” You may, sir, if you want to help Miss Walters 
without, her knowing who is doiDg it.” 
*• Well, this letter is intended for her, as you will 
perceive. It is a money letter, and if you will con¬ 
vey it. to her, and keep the matter to yourFelt, that is 
all that is required,” aud I tried to slip a sovereign 
iuto his hand. 
“No, Mr. Clark; I only wish i could do twice as 
much for her. I am going there to-night, and will 
leave the letter whero she will get it, and she will 
never know where it came from.” 
“Very well, George,” I replied, as I left him, 
sa'islied that the note was in safe hands. 
When Herbert was twelve years old, his friends 
asked him oue day. “ What calling do you intend to 
follow?” Herbert had never thought much about 
the matter, and he was very fond of fun, so he stood 
for aminnfe asiflistening, and then said, “Calling? 
I don’t know. I don’t hear anything calling.” But 
although he laughed at the time, all day the subject 
kept coming into his mind, and at night when he 
fell asleep he dreamed; he thought he saw a plowed 
field, brown and bare, and deep down between the 
furrows, almost out of sight, were potatoes and tur¬ 
nips and great yellow ears of corn, and ripe rod 
apples and delicious-looking melons half buried in 
the earth; and they called to him, “Come, Herbert, 
and help us to get out of the ground.” Then he 
heard another voice, and he turned towards a 
grove of trees, and behold all the trunks were 
bursting open, and through the cracks in the 
bark he could see boxes and pails and beautiful 
furniture, and great timbers for houses and 
bridges and ships, alt trying to get through; and 
they called, “Herbert! Herbert! Take an axe 
and split down the door. We are shut up here in 
prison.” Before he could tell what to think of it, 
he heard many voicea behind him, and turning his 
head lie saw hundreds of little boys and girls, with 
bright, eager faces, and little tin pails and satchels 
in their hands, and they cried out in a chorus, “You 
are wiser and better than we are; come and teach 
ns to read, and to be upright and kind.” Herbert 
was fond of little people, and he had just started to 
meet them, when lie heard a pitiful cry. and there, 
on his right baud, was a man Weeding to death, in 
a doorway, from a wound he had just made with an 
axe, while cutting wood; his wife could not help 
him, for she lay on a bed, tossing in a fever, and Ms 
little child lay in a cradle, dying with the croup. 
“ Can't, you help us?” said the poor man, and Her¬ 
bert could hardly keep lrom crying. Ilow he 
wished he hud bandages and medicines, and knew 
how to use them. He did help the wounded man 
to stop the blood, and while he was doing go, he 
was startled by a faint groan; his patient started up 
and caught his axe and limped away, with his feet 
all bloody, towards a tree on the left hand. The 
rebels had just hung a Union prisoner upon this 
tree; he was not dead, and Herbert and Ms new 
friend cut the rope aud took him down, and very 
soon he was so far revived that ho could speak. 
Then on a Sudden, the earth, and the trees, and the 
children, and the sick people, and the soldier they 
had just Haved, all spoke together, and they said, 
“We are glad Herbert is growing up to be a strong, 
active, useful man. He will certainly help some of 
us; perhaps he will help us all.” When Herbert 
awoke be could not forget his dream, apd he never 
said again, “ I don’t hear anything calling”—Spring- 
field Republican. 
BY JOHN G. 8AXR. 
Say, what is life ? Ti* to be born ; 
X helpless Babe, to greet the light 
With a sharp wail, as if the morn 
Foretold a cloudy noon and night; 
To weep, to sleep, and weep again, 
With sunny smiles between ; and then f 
And then apace the infant grows 
To be a laughing, puling boy, 
Happy, despite Ids little woes, 
Were he but conscious of bis jay 
To be, in short, from two to ten, 
A merry, moody Child; and then ? 
attached to the gentleman.” The remark was made 
in a merry tone by a person who was at my elbow, 
but whose face vras turned from me. 
“ Pray, have you done, Ralph?” said Miss Wright, 
ns she tapped Lis shoulder lightly with her fan, a 
faint blush suffusing her cheeks. 
“ But the coolness of the whole proceeding!” con¬ 
tinued he, heedless of her remonstrances. “ The fel¬ 
low even gave her a brotherly kiss.” 
“Ralph!” exclaimed Miss Wright, energetically, 
the blood dyeing her face and neck. 
“Come, come, Wright, don’t ask us to believe 
that !” exclaimed one of the parly. 
“0, she cannot deny it,” replied Ralph. 
“ We shall take that with a considerable allow¬ 
ance for your telling, said another ot the group. 
“ I met the fellow on the road,” resumed the gen¬ 
tleman, “and I must say 1 never encountered a 
man so much like myself in all my life.” 
lie turned suddenly towards Ms sister, upon a 
playful remark from our hostess, and in doing so, 
encountered my steady gaze. With a perceptible 
start, ho ejaculated:—“There b« is!” 
Miss Wright flashed a meaning glance upon him, 
then suddenly turned towards me, as if to observe 
the effect his exclamation and manner produced 
upon me; but J was equal to the emergency, and 
maintained a perfect composure. 
“I did not hear the first of that, Miss Wright,” 
I said, as I cast a careless glance over the wonder¬ 
ing group, and another of pretended astonishment 
upon Mr. Wright, who evidently felt no little an¬ 
noyance. 
“ Perhaps it is just as well,” was the reply, as she 
glanced at her brother. “ Ralph really is unmerci¬ 
ful when he begins. J am glad you did not hear the 
whole; but now that it is out 1 may as well give yon 
a correct version of the affair. Like an attentive 
brother, lie permitted the crowd to separate us at. 
(he close of the Princess Strainervoyce’s concert, on 
Tuesday evening, and I was so unfortunate as to 
mistake a stranger for him, who accompanied me 
home, without acqnainting me of ray error. Think¬ 
ing it was Ralph, and that a headache prevented his 
talking, I did permit my tongue to perform rather 
more than a fair share.” 
“Aud have you no idea who the gentleman was, 
Miss Wright?” i asked. 
“Until lately,” she said, placing an emphasis 
upon the word, “I had not the slightest clue to the 
gentleman.” 
“Does she know the truth? Have I betrayed 
myselt?” I asked myself. “I might have known 
that her woman’s instinct would detect me.” 
Iu the course of au interesting conversation which 
followed, and an allusion being made to the Princess 
Strainervoyce, Miss Wright asked: 
“ Did you attend her last concert?” 
“ Really—was i; the last, or the one preceding, or 
the second? Certainly, I attended one of them—but 
which one? My memory is so treacherous. Per¬ 
haps it was the last; at least there was a suffocating 
crush!” 
And the conversation went on as before. The 
digression removed all doubts from her mind. I, 
at least, bad known nothing of her adventuro prior 
to that evening. 
1 do not think I was romantic at that time, and 
yet, from the beginning of our acquaintance, I en¬ 
tertained the hope that Miss Wright would one day 
become my wife. I was not disappointed. 
And then, in coat and trousers clad, 
To team to say the Decalogue, 
And break it; an unthinking Lad, 
With mirth and mischief all agog 
A truant oft by field and fen 
To capture butterflies ; and then ? 
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A FORTUNATE MISTAKE 
It was on the evening of the 2d of .May, in 185-, 
that I went to hear the Russian Princess Strainer¬ 
voyce, who ut that time attracted the fashionable 
world to her concerts. I went to hear the princess, 
partly to kill time, and partly from a desire to hear 
and see Ibr myself the marvellous foreigner whose 
name was in everybody’s mouth. When I reached 
Her Majesty’s Concert Room, it was crowded to its 
utmost capacity. Jt was so closely wedged that, one 
could have studied anatomy, after a fashion, merely 
from the impression of one’s neighbor's bones. At 
the close of the concert, I was borne along with the 
crowd, and jammed through the doorway at the risk 
of breaking every rib in my body. Ere i could 
escape from the throng, and while I was shrugging 
my shoulders to assure myself that my collar-bone 
was in its proper position, 1 felt a hand clasping my 
arm, and a musical voice exclaimed: 
“You good-for-nothing! I thought 1 had lost 
you! What a (rightful crush! I do believe my arm 
is broken, and my dress ruined, all for the sake of 
hearing this Strainervoyce! I woutd not give our 
Clara Novello for a world of Sfi ainervoyces.” 
I was on the point of replying that I agreed with 
her. But I restrained myself, laughing inwardly at 
the novel position in which 1 was placed, and won 
deringwlH'myfaircompanioncould iio. Evidently, 
she mistook me for her brother, or, possibly, her 
husband, judging from the familiarity of hor manner, 
lor she added, in a sympathizing tone: 
“Forgive me, Ralph—your poor head! I am 
sorry I made you come.” 
“ Pardon me, madam,” said I, “ but—” 
“ 0, nonsense, Ralph!” she interrupted me; “you 
have become half-barburian since you went to the 
Crimea, to permit me to seat myself, while you 
stand there as if I were your wife, and you ten 
years'married, instead of your sister, whose ready 
assistant and attendant—in place of a better—you 
should be.” 
“Excuse me, but—” 
“Ralph, 1 shall catch my death sitting here; and 
such a long ride, too!” 
Here the lady gave a perceptible shiver. 
“Do jnrap in, and sit dowu, or I will—” 
What she would have done I did not wait to hear; 
but taking my place beside her in the brougham, we 
were driven off, whither I knew not. 
“I won’t ask you to talk to me, with that head¬ 
ache, but I want you to listen to me,” began iny 
companion, the moment we started. “ I wanted xo 
talk to you coming in, but that little chatterbox, 
Maggie, prevented me from saying a word to you. 
You remember poor little Lucy Walters, Ralph? 
Her mother died about two weeks ago, and the 
poor girl has gone to live with the Deans, Mr. and 
Mrs. Dean have been very kind to her, but it is 
impossible tor them to do more thau shelter her. 
How any one can have heart to wound Lucy's feel¬ 
ings is a mystery to me, and yet every occasion that 
presents itself (is seized upon by the Wares and 
Kings to insult her, even to commenting upon the 
poor girl's father’s actions, as if she could have pre- 
vented£that which occurred twenty years ago. and 
I have seen Sarah Wells imitating her walk, regard¬ 
less of poor Lucy’s tears.” 
I could not restrain an exclamation of disgust as 
I listened to this. 
“ I knew it would disgust you, Ralph, -' continued 
my companion. “Well, the doctor says now that 
Lucy will always be lame—there can be nothing 
done for her. 1 have been thinking, ever since her 
mother died, that if she had a good teacher she 
might not only in time be independent, but achieve 
a name as an artist. You should see some of her 
attempts, ghe is a genius, Ralph. But that would 
require money, and where is the money to come 
from? You know I haven’t much, Ralph, hut 1 am 
determined to do something for our old playmate. 
I can save out of my allowance at least thirty 
pounds, and now if you will double it, what will 
that not do for poor Lucy? I was counting it up 
the other day, and if I am correct, it will enable her 
to altend the School of Design and rake private les¬ 
sons in Art for a year: aud at the end of that time 
if w Lucy is alive, she will show the world what, a 
woman can do. When I look at that poor girl, with 
her rare mind and her craving tor knowledge, I 
cannot help thinking how superior she is to me—a 
mere idler; and I sometimes think that, if she had 
my.place and I hers, there would be more justice in 
the distribution of the world’s goods and comforts. 
Things worth ForgbTTIncl— Itis almost fright¬ 
ful, and altogether humiliating, to think how much 
there is in the common on-going of social and 
domestic life, which deserves nothing but to be in¬ 
stantly and forever forgotten. Notwithstanding, it 
is equally amazing how large a class seem to have 
no other business but to repeat and perpetuate these 
very things. That is the vocation of gossips,—an 
order ol society that perpetuates more mischief than 
all the combined plagues of Egypt together. You 
may have noticed how many speeches there are 
which become mischievous only by Ming hoard a 
second time; aud what an army of both sexes are 
sworn to see to It, that the fatal repetition shall bo 
had. Blessed is that man or woman, who can let 
drop all the burrs and thistles, instead of picking 
them up. and fastening them on to the next passen¬ 
ger! Would we only let the vexing and malicious 
saying die, how fast the lacerated and scandal-rid¬ 
den world would get healed and tranquillized.—Dr. 
Huntington. 
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It was, perhaps, six months after we were mar¬ 
ried, that I carried home in my pocket a newspaper, 
containing a flattering notice of Lucy Walters. As 
Mrs. Clark employed herself with her work, 1 drew 
forth the paper and read to her the notice. Lucy 
was pursuing her studies, and had carried off the 
prize medal. As the listened to the flattering com¬ 
ments paid to her protegee, her face lit up with a 
glow of pleasure. 
“ Ralph used to laugh at me when I told him that 
Lucy would one day make a name for herself,” she 
said, musingly. “ I have so often wondered,” she 
continued, as she resumed her work, “who gave 
her that money.” 
“ Yon mean the person who accompanied you to 
your Uncle Graham’s from the concert?” 
“ Yes; it is very singular, his giving the money in 
the way he did.” 
“ Doubtless he did it to secure yourgood opinion.” 
“ Then he has never had the satisfaction of know¬ 
ing how it was received.” 
“ Of course he has, though.” 
“ How do you know? He may he dead.” 
“ But he is living, Caroline.” 
“ Who is living?” 
“ Why, the person you so often think about—who 
sent Lucy Walters thirty pounds, and whom you 
kissed.” 
“Mr. Clark!” 
“Mrs. Clark!” 
“You don’t think! How can you say such a 
think?” 
A puzzled expression rested on my wife’s face, 
and, in spite of ail my powers of resistance, forced 
me to laugh aloud, 
“ O, I remember now,” she said. “ Ralph said 
something like that once when you were present” 
“ Then, Mrs. Clark, you deny having kissed him?” 
She threw her work aside suddenly, and rose. 
“ Harry! is it possible that it was you?” 
“Very probable, certainly." 
“And you have concealed it all this time. You 
are the most deceptive ol men.” 
“ Don't blame me for doing what neither you, nor 
any other woman can do, and that is, keep a secret— 
except her age. 
“ 1 will not believe it” 
“ Because you tried to surprise me into a confes¬ 
sion, and failed. Bui, see! here is the proof!” And 
I drew from my pocket the embroidered handker¬ 
chief; and pointed out her initials, whereupon we 
mutually agreed that she had made a Fortunate 
MlHT4.EE. 
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For Moore's Rural New-Yorker 
GEOGRAPHICAJj ENIGMA. 
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CLOVER THRASHER AND HULLER, 
Patented May IS Ot, 1838; Dec. 13(ft, 1859; April St A, 1862; and 
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AGRICULTURAL, LITERARY AND FAMILY WEEKLY, 
13 rL'BUBHKl) RVTCK.V SAIL'fill AY, 
BY 1). D. T. JHOOKK, HOLM ESTER, N. Y. 
Office, L'nion Buildings, Opposite the Court Hoose, Buffalo Street. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
ENIGMATICAL CHARADE. 
TERMS IN ADVANCE: 
Two Dollars a Yrak— To Clubs aud Agents as follows:— 
Three Copies one year, for $4; Six. and one free to club agent, 
for $10 .Ten, and one free, for $15, and any greater number at same 
rate—only $1 50 per copy. Club papers directed to iu din duals 
aud sent to as many dillerent Post-Offices boi desired As we pre- 
puy American portage on papers sent to the British Provinces, 
our Canadian agen re and friends must add KH cents per copy 
to the club rates of Hie Rural. The lowest, price of copies Bent 
to Europe, Ac., is $2 50—including postage. 
Tint Cash Systkm Is strictly adhered to in publishing the 
Rural —copies are never mailed to indiridi) »l subscribers unti. 
paid for. and always discontinued when l/iit subscription term 
expires. Hence, we force the paper upon 'none. and keep no 
credit books, long experience having dembmrtrated tha' 
Cash Plaj» Is the best for both Eobscrib ’ PoMlfhft 
EJ7- CflA.VGR OR AI'T'RKSH.—SuhSCl'il H| I- '!A ' : r 
of their papers changed llom one Post IJIi , iil 
specify the old address as well as the new L-eeurfc ir ' 
1 am composed of 5 letters^ 
My whole is wLmt a great many folks do. 
Cut oft’ my first and I am in the fire. 
Cut oft’ ray first two and I am what we all do. 
Cut off my first three aud 1 am a preposition. 
Cut ofl’ all but my last aud I am a kind of plant. 
JJjp 1 ” Answer in two weeks. 
Answer to Enigma :— 
Let every minute as it springs 
Convey fresh liuowledge on its wings ; 
Let every minute as it flies, 
Record thee good as well as wise. 
Answer to Geographical Engma:—Our liberties we prize, 
and our rights we will maintain. 
How to get ahead op TtME.—The Alla Cali¬ 
fornia. of August 24, lias this paragraph: — “The 
telegraph worked bravely last uigltt. Our latest 
dispatches are dated Washington aud New Y'ork, 
12 o’clock, midnight. They reached us at 10 o'clock 
P. M., two hours before they were transmitted.” 
“ That lady in blue,” said my cousin, 
“No,” said I. “the lady beside her.” 
