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P’hk following' fine poem by Professor Longfellow ap¬ 
pears in the December number of the Atlantic. It is the first 
published by him since the sad accident which brought such 
mourning to bis house:] 
At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay. 
On board of the Cumberland sloop-of war; 
And at times from the fortress across the bay 
The alarum of drums swept past, 
Or a bugle blast 
From the camp on shore. 
Then far away in the South arose 
A little feather of snow white smoke, 
And we knew ttmt the iron ship of our foes 
Was steadily steering its course 
To try the force 
Of our ribs of oak. 
Down upon us heavily runs, 
Silent and sullen, the floating fort; 
Then comes a puff of smoke from Iter guns. 
And leaps the terrible death, 
With fiery breath, 
From each open port 
We are not idle, but send her straight 
Defiance back in a full broadside ! 
As hail rebounds from a roof of slate. 
Rebounds our heavier hail 
From each iron scale 
Of the monster’s bide. 
“ Strike ) our flag !’’ the rebel cries, 
In his arrogant old plantation strain. 
•i Never P* out gallant Morris replies; 
“ It is better to sink than to j ield! 
And tile whole air pealed 
With the cheers of our men. 
Then, like a kraken huge and black, 
She crushed our ribs in her iron grasp ! 
Down went the Cumberland all a wreck. 
With a sudden shudder of death. 
And the cannon’s breath 
For her dying gasp. 
Next morn, aseun rose over the bay, 
Still float* d our flag at the mainmast-head. 
Loro, how beautiful was thy day I 
F.Tery waft of the air 
Was a whisper of prayer, 
Or a dirge for the dead. 
Do 1 brave hearts that went down in the seas ! 
Ye are at peace in the troubled stream, 
Ho I brave land I with hearts like these, 
Thy flag, that is rent in twain, 
Shall be one again. 
And without a seam I 
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THE ORPHAN NIECE. 
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« Your Aunt Maria is dead, and your lather has 
gone to Mayville to attend the funeral and arrange 
matters. I suppose she will leave nothing for her 
child, save that old red house, and that is worth but 
a hundred or two." 
« What is to become of Amy? what is father going 
to do with her? 1 ' 
“ Bring her here, I suppose, and make a lady of 
her. She will doubtless expect to assist you in 
entertaining your gentlemen friends iu the drawing 
room.” 
“And she may expect, but it will amount to 
nothing. I won’t have the country thing ia the 
parlor. I do think father is crazy if he intends to 
bring her here.” 
“A h, that is one of the pleasures of having poor 
relations; but I hope when you marry, you will 
choose a man whose family is, at least, equal to your 
own.” 
I wonder if Mrs. Stanhope forgot what her fam¬ 
ily was. I wonder if she forgot how she used to 
work, when a girl, in her father’s tailor shop, mak¬ 
ing vests and pantaloons. But, pardon me, gentle 
reader. I have not yet introduced you to the two 
ladiep, whose interesting (?) conversation I have 
transcribed above. 
Mrs. Stanuopk was the wife of a wealthy mer¬ 
chant, living in style, in the gay metropolis. He 
had been attracted by her pretty face, when she was 
a mere girl. Iler father was his tailor, and when 
Mr. Harvey died, leaving his child an orphan, Mr. 
Stanhofe had married her, and steadily they had 
climbed the ladder of prosperity, and now stood 
upon its top-most rounds. Mrs. Stanhope, natu¬ 
rally weak minded and frivolous, was much elated 
by the improvement in her husband's circumstances, 
and assumed the affectation and airs so common 
among vulgar women of wealth. Mr. Stanhope 
was a kind-hearted, noble-minded, generous man, 
and loved to make others happy around him. Two 
children had blessed their union. One, a daughter, 
whose conversation with her mother the reader has 
listened to. Amanda, at the time of her introduction 
to the render, was seventeen years old. She was a 
large, showy, dashing-looking girl, much like her 
mother in disposition. Harry, a boy of some four 
years of age, delicate, and of a gentle, loving na¬ 
ture, was Ids father s pet and comfort. 
Mr. Stanhope's sister, whose funeral he hud left 
home to attend, had one child, a beautiful girl of 
sixteen summers. Amy Allele n was all that was 
lovely and interesting, and when she entered her 
uncle’s stately dwelling, robed in the deepest 
mourning, Amanda felt that she had to cope with a 
formidable rival. Mrs. Stanhope and daughter 
treated the poor orphan with the most chilling for¬ 
mality, and as she sat iu the room, three days alter 
her arrival, she felt sad-hearted and Innely. The 
tears were coursing down her cheeks, as she mnr- 
mured—“Alas, now that thou art gone, my mother, 
I have no one to love me.” 
“I love you,” said a sweet, childish voice at her 
elbow, and turning around, Amy saw little Harry 
standing gazing upon her ia surprise. 
“ Dear little fellow,” she said, lifting him into her 
lap, and halt-smotberiDg him with kisses; “there," 
she added, as she stroked the wavy ringlets ot his 
flaxen hair, “ why do you love met” 
“ ’Cause you ain’t cross to me like ma and Mandy. 
I loves you, and i loves pa.” 
It. was pleasant to be loved by that innocent little 
child; it was like balm to ibe wounded heart of the 
orphan girl. She was lonely no more, for little 
Harry was ever her companion, und she cared not 
to see the lively visiters in the drawing room; she 
preferred to sit in the library and read aloud to her 
uncle, while little Harry slept soundly upon her 
breast, and Mrs. Stanhope was content, so long as 
she did not interfere with the company of her 
daughter. 
Thus week after week, month after mouth, passed 
by. A confidence and friendship had gradually 
grown up between herself and her uncle, as beauti¬ 
ful as it was sacred. When they were cozily seated 
in the library, after supper, she would relate all 
that had tianspired duriug the day, repeat every 
cunning speech that Darry had uttered, and he. in 
turn, would tell her of his trials and vexations. 
Oh, how much she enjoyed those quiet evenings, 
and with what feelings of pleasure Mr. Stanhope 
looked forward to the evening’s quiet enjoyment 
during the busy hours of the day. Home had 
never before possessed fo many charms for him. 
“Blessings brighten as they take their flight.” 
Little Harry was suddenly taken very ill, and 
Amy watched by his sick couch night and day. 
The evenings in the library were at an end, for a 
time, at least, for .Airs. Stanuopk and Amanda 
were so much engaged with receiving company and 
attending parties, that they bad no time to spend in 
the sick room. Every morning Dr. Lee came to 
visit his little patient, hut he grew no better, as day 
after day rolled by, and then the Doctor came twice 
a day, and each visit he made to the sick chamber 
was a few moments longer than the last. 
Harry had b< e i ill some two weeks, when Miss 
Amanda suddenly became aware of the fact that 
Dr. Lee, a wealthy, unmarried man. and an “excel¬ 
lent. catch,” was dally in the society of Amy. 
“Mother, what if that huzzy should use her 
powers of attraction and secure the Doctor? 
“ I never thought of that before. Let me see; the 
Doctor usually comes at ten; you had better be 
dressed iu a morning wrapper, and seated in the 
sick chamber when he arrives. Aud speak of the 
poor child's restlessness during the night, giving 
him to understand that, you have been silting up all 
night with him. Use every means in your power to 
secure his good opinion, and draw his attention 
from Amy. If it is not too late, you may be able to 
secure him.” 
“Trust ine; I’ll use every means in my power. I 
wish I had thought of it before.” 
This conversation was held in the breakfast room, 
as the two ladies were sipping their coffee. The 
evening previous Dr. Lee had called, and finding 
little Harry bo much worse, had remained in the 
sick room all night. Amy hud never left her post 
by the little sufferer's couch for a moment duriug 
the whole long night. l)r. Lee left the house before 
the family had arisen, and, as a matter of course, 
they were perfectly ignorant of his stay, lie had 
told Amy' ho would call again about ten o'clock. 
A few moments before the clock struck ten, 
Amanda entered the chamber, arrayed in a gaudy 
silk morning wrapper, and flung herself into an 
arm-chair. She had been seated but afew moments 
before Dr. Lee entered. 
“ Ah, good morning Miss Stanuope, you look 
weary this morning; you danced too much last 
night.” 
“No, I have been up all night with my little 
brother.” 
No blush stole over her cheeks as she uttered this 
falsehood, but the Doctor could not repress a smile 
as he inquired of Amy how Harry had rested. 
After many days of intense suffering, little Harry 
went away to the angels. 
ASTRONOMICAL. 
Recent investigations have led some of our most 
eminent astronomers to the following important con¬ 
clusions in regard to the planet aud asteroids: 
First. That besides the planets Mercury, Venus. 
Earth and Mars, there exists between the suu and 
Mercury a ring of asteroids, whose mass is compar¬ 
able witli the mass of Mercury itself. 
Second. That at the distance of the earth from the 
sun is found a second ring of asteroids, whose mass 
is demonstrated not to he greater than the tenth 
part of the mass of the earth. 
Third. That the total rikss of the group of small 
planets, situated between Mars and Jupiter, is not 
greater than the thi!<l part of the mass ot the earth. 
Fourth. That the masses of the last two groups 
are complementary to each other, 'len times the 
mass of the group situated at the distance of the 
earth, plus three limes the total mass of the small 
planets between Mars and Jupiter, form a sum 
equal to the mass of the earth. The last conclusion 
depends upon the determination of the distance of 
the earth from the Fun by observations of the tran¬ 
sits ot Venus, a determination which astronomers 
agree in considering as very accurate. 
WHY A LAMP WICK DOES NOT BURN. 
A star upon Love's crest, 
Then vanished like the sunset flame, 
That warmed the ardent west ; 
And like a thought of priceless worth, 
Filled with ambrosial leaven, 
He passed up to his second birth, 
Above the Pleiads seven— 
One angel less upon the earth, 
One spirit more iu Heaven.” 
Until little Harry 's dying hour, Amanda exerted 
herself to secure the good opinion of I>r. Lee; and 
she really flattered herself that she had made an 
impression, and was even heartless enough to say 
to her mother, the morniDg of the funeral— 
“ Mother, I'm afraid mourning will not be becom¬ 
ing to me. 1 do Yvisb Dr. Lee had proposed before 
Harry died.” 
About two weeks alter little Harry had been laid 
to rest, Amy sat in the library with her uucle. 
They bad been conversing for some time—the 
reader can judge upon what subject from the fol¬ 
lowing reply Mr. Stanhope made to the last ques¬ 
tion Amy had put to him: 
Certainly, you have my consent. Dr. Lee is a 
noble man, and will doubtless make you a good 
husband; but I shall miss you sadly. You have 
been a great comfort to me, Amy, aud you deserve 
to be very happy. 
In three months Amy became the bride of Dr. 
Lee. Mrs. Stanuopk and Amanda were surprised 
aud disappointed at the turn affairs had taken,but 
very wisely concluded to hide their real feelings, as 
Dr. Lee was wealthy and influential, and it was 
something of an honor to be even distantly related 
to so popular a man, and one so distinguished iu 
refined society. Amy was very happy in her new 
home. Amanda, soon after her cousin's marriage, 
was united to the son of a retired pork merchant, 
thinking it better to take up with what she could 
get, after so great a disappointment. Dr. Lee and 
Ms wife often laugh over the maneuvers ot the fool¬ 
ish girl, and he blesses the day he took to his heart 
and home his “darling little Amy!” as he calls her. 
If we take a piece of lamp wicking and place it 
in the flame of a lamp it is immediately consumed, 
bill the same kind of wicking placed in the lamp 
and lighted at the top, lasts the whole evening, and 
11' the lamp is supplied with alcohol, the wick is not 
even charred. The cause of this was a pertect mys¬ 
tery until a hundred years ago, when Dr. Black, of 
Glasgow, discovered the principle ol latent lieat. 
As the oil or the alcohol comes near the flame it is 
evaporated, and by this change in its form a large 
quantity oi beat, is destroyed, or rather is rendered 
latent, so that it does not manifest itself in any way 
It requires a great quantity of heat to change a 
liquid into vapor, so that evaporation always cools 
surrounding objectB. The wick is cooled by the 
evaporation of the oil or alcohol below the temper¬ 
ature at which it will combine with oxygen—in 
other words below the temperature at which it will 
burn. Dr. Black's discovery suggested to Watt his 
great improvement in tile steam engine; condens¬ 
ing the steam in a separate vessel from the cylin¬ 
der. Watt attended Dr. Black’s lectures.—Scten- 
tific American. 
WHO TO WRITE TO. 
As there are many persons who may desire to 
communicate with the different bureaus of the War 
Department, a memorandum of the proper persons 
to address may be useful: 
All letters relating to pay of soldiers on furlough 
or in hospitals should be addressed to General B 
F. Larned, Pavmaster-General. 
Applications for buck pay and the $100 bounty of 
deceased soldiers should be addressed to Hon. B. B 
French, Second Auditor. 
Applications for pay of teamsters, employes of 
(he Quartermaster’s Department, or for horses 
killed in service, should be addressed to Hon. R. I. 
Atkinson, Third Auditor. 
Applications relating to pay and bounty in the 
marine or naval service, should be addressed to 
Hon. Hobart Berrien, Fourth Auditor. 
Letters concerning soldiers in the army should lie 
addressed to Adjutant-General Lorenzo Thomas. 
THE TRUNDLE-BED. 
As I rummaged through the attic, 
List iiing to the falling rain, 
As it pattered on the shingles, 
And against the window-pane — 
Peeping over chests and boxes, 
Which with dust were thickly spread. 
Saw X in the farthest corner 
What was ouce my trundle-bed. 
So I drew it from the recess 
Where it had remained so long, 
Hearing all me w hile the rousio 
Of my mother’s voice in song, 
As she sung in sweetest accents, 
What 1 since have often read : 
“ Hush, my dear, lie still aud slumber, 
Holy angels guard thy bed.” 
TRUE COURAGE. 
WIT AND WISDOM. 
Dear young readers, we wish to tell you a little 
story—an original story—one that you never read 
or beard, for it was never published in hook, pam¬ 
phlet, or paper. It is more particularly for girls 
ihat we relate this incident; but then, it it wiil do 
the hoys any good, we wish them also to be bene¬ 
fited by it. Last summer, as we were going to tea, 
we Baw two litile guls a few rods in front of us. 
They were drawing a baby wagon, and were busily 
cbutliug away together on the great, events of their 
little life. Our attention was deeply riveted upon 
them, for—if the truth must be known—wc confess 
lo a liking for little girls who appear well, to say 
nothing of those more mature in years. So we 
watched our two little* friends very closely, as they 
trudged along together, neatly dressed, of about 
i h« same sge, and cozily engaged in conversation. 
Of course, we had no particular opinion ol either, 
aud thought as much of one as we did of the other, 
until they came to a street-crossing. Here, how¬ 
ever, we formed two very distinct and very diff-r- 
ent opinions of them. When about midway across 
the walk, a team came dashing along at a furious 
rate. One of the little girls saw them, and hastily 
exclaiming “Hurry!” ran out of harm's way her¬ 
self, leaving her companion exposed to the same 
danger, with the heavy wagon to draw—made all 
i he heavier by the loss of assistance. But she tug¬ 
ged away at it, and soon got. beyond the reach of 
the team, when she was rejoined by her frightened— 
not to say cowardly — lit tie companion. Now, 
which of those two little girls was the bravest—the 
one who Yvas just selfish enough to take care, of 
herself, or the one who was just unselfish enough to 
take care of any who could not, take care of itself? 
We know one thing, aud that ip, if we were going 
to choose either of those little girls for “onr girl,” 
as the boys say, we know just which one it would 
be.—Gospel Messenger. 
WHAT BUSY SAYS. 
wife, but doesn’t she sometimes turn out a 
What joint of meat is most appropriate for an 
empty larder?—A fillet (fill it) 
Don’t take too much interest in the affairs of your 
neighbors. Six per cent, will do. 
Never take a nap in the railroad carriage. Cos 
why? the train always runs over sleepers. 
There are limes and circumstances in which not 
to speak out is at least to connive. 
It is unfortunate for a country when its men of 
principle are not. its principal men. 
The most authentic type of human depravity is 
a thoroughly unprincipled politician. 
Woe and weal—The cow lamenting for the calf 
just carted away ny the butcher. 
Few ladles are so modest as to be unwilling to 
sit in the lap of ease and luxury. 
Speaking of cheap things—it costs but a trifle to 
get a 
little dear ? 
A certain mercantile bouse down town being 
reported to be in a “shaky” condition, Popkins 
don't think it can be called a firm. 
If wounded soldiers haven't bad enough of grape 
and canister, send them the pure juice of the grape 
and canisters of preserves. 
Character is like money: when you have a great 
deal, you may risk some; for, if you lose it, folks 
will slill believe you have plenty to spare. 
Gent) eman— a Two cents! Oh, then, I won’t 
have an extra. I’ve only got a penny.” News¬ 
boy—“ Pray* don’t mention it, sir. Never mind the 
hexira penny; I respects genteel poverty.” 
Lawyer W., while entering his cold bed in a 
cold Yviuler night, exclaimed, “Of all the ways of 
getting a living, the worst a man could follow would 
be going about town such nights as this, and get¬ 
ting into bed for folk?.” 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA. 
A BRAVE BOY. 
Near Lake Shetek, sixty miles southwest of New. 
Ulm, Minn., a family was surprised by Indians, the 
father killed, and the mother seized as a prisoner; 
but two children, one twelve years, and the other 
two years of age. were concealed from the savages 
in a neighboring thicket of grass and weeds. After 
the alarm, the. mother thus concealed her children, 
her last words to the older boy being, to “ save his 
little brother, and never leave him.” 
On disappearing with their captives and plunder, 
the brave lad, with his baby brother on his back , start¬ 
ed tor the nearest settlement, subsisting on wild 
fruits and roots, and reaching New-Ulm in fourteen 
days. About half way on this journey of sixty 
miles, he overtook a neighbor named Ireland, who 
had lain down to die, having been struck by no less 
thru eight bullets, and who insisted that it was 
hopeless to escape. 
“But,” was the heroic reply of the hoy. ‘‘my 
mother's last words were to save my little brother, 
and I am going to doit.” This devoted courage gave 
new life to Ireland, who struggled forward, and all 
reached New-Ulm without accident. Ireland is now 
recovering. 
On the next day after the arrival at New-Ulm, the 
mother of the children was brought in by a scout¬ 
ing party. The Indians, fiuding her an incumbrance 
to their retreat, and not being at the moment dis¬ 
posed to kill her, had left the woman on the prairie, 
and after wandering many days, she was reunited 
to her children.— SI. Paid Press. 
A Curious Experiment. —Take a piece of paste¬ 
board about five inches square, roll it into a tube 
with one eud jusl large enough to fit around the eye, 
and the other end rather smaller. Hold the tube 
between the thumb and finger ot the right hand, (do 
not grasp it with the whole hand,) put the large end 
close against the right eye, and with the left hand 
bold a book against the side of the tube. Be sure 
and keep both eyes open, and there will appear to 
be a hole through the book, and objects seen as if 
through the hole instead of through the tube. The 
right eye sees through the tube, and the left eye the 
book, aud the two appearances are so confounded 
together that they canuot be separated. The left 
hand can he held against the tube instead of the 
book, and the hole will seem to be seen through the 
hand. 
■ - - - 
The Tallow Tree.— Among the trees which 
have of late been extensively distributed in the 
Northwestern Provinces of India and Punjab, is the 
tallow tree ol China, siiUingia scUferu. In China it 
is largely cultivated, and it is said that by its pro¬ 
duce along the road the taxes are paid in the dis¬ 
trict of lloug Kong. It grows equally well on low 
alluvial plains, on the rich mould ol canals, iu sandy 
soils, and on the declivities of mountains. From its 
seeds tallow and oil are procured, which are exten¬ 
sively used in China. Its wood is hard and durable, 
and its leaves yield a black dye. It is now thriving 
well in India. The tallow and oil are easily pro¬ 
cured from the seeds. The tree, therefore, is Yveil 
worthy of attention. 
Oil Region Railroad.— As an instance of the 
rapid progress of all works of improvement in these 
flush times, we may mention that the Oil Creek 
railroad, which was only projected in the middle ol 
last spring, has been already finished and put in 
working order. It is twenty-seven miles long, run¬ 
ning from Corry, at the intersection of the Phila' 
delphia and Erie railroad with the Atlantic and 
Great Western, to Titusville, the focus of the oil 
region. This puts the oil wells and dealers in 
direct connection by railroad with Erie and all the 
other ports on the lakes, and with Boston. New 
York, and other BeapOrts.— Scientific American. 
I am a very little girl, but I am growing larger 
every year, and by and by I hope to be more useful 
than I am now. Father works hard outin the fields, 
and mother works hard at home; for she has a great 
deal to do among so many of us. Wbat a great 
many pennies it must take to buy all our clothes 
and bonnets, and shoes! and then our breakfasts 
and dinnersl—Father had need work, and mother 
too. 
1 cannot work and get money to buy a loaf, but I 
take care not to waste a single crumb; let the crust 
be as hard as it will, I eat it all up. If I can’t buy 
wood and candles, I take care not to waste them. 
I am too little to poke the (ire and snuff the candle; 
mother says I might set my clothes all in a blaze. I 
don't know how much mother paid for my last 
shoes; it took all the money at the coruer of the 
cupboard; so that I take care not to get into the 
wet and dirt, that my shoes may last the longer. 
I have had my bonnet a long while now; I never 
swing it about by the strings, nor crush it up to¬ 
gether, nor leave it lying about, and mother says 
that is the reason it has lasted so long. I have not 
got many playthings, for they would cost money 
and wear out; so I play with the kitten, and pussy 
never costs anything, and never wears out .—Home 
Monthly. _ 
IT’S VERY HARD. 
I am composed of 102 letters. 
My 12, 17, 8, 22, 14, 39 is h city in Europe. 
My 72, 4, 15, 07. 9 is a capital in Europe. 
My 05. 11 21. 95, 2. 6, 33. 25 is a river in America. 
My 16, 23,18. 3, 52, 20. 60 is One of the Confederate States. 
My 19 41, 36. 7, 50 is a river ill Spain. 
My 04. 34. 28, 82. 30 is a river in Europe. 
My 26. 57, 60 is a group of islands in the Pacific Ocean. 
My 45, 41, 10, 39, 61 flows in every State in the Union. 
My 13, 53, 68, 1. 21, 73. 65, 5, 40, 77 figures largely in the his¬ 
tory of the present war. 
My 37,102. 4.9. 29. 06, 24, 09. 70 is a town on an island. 
My 27, 71. 92. 8, 01. 31, 7\ 89 is a Province in Ireland. 
My 35. 90, 81, 3, 00, 55. 9, 43, 43, 80, 30, 59, 76 is an island In 
the southern part of the Western Hemisphere. 
My 40 54, 43, S3, 80 is n large river in Europe. 
My 62, 81. 47, 102, 15 is a town in England. 
My 74, 01. 33 85, 38, 79, 88 is a city in Canada. 
My 101. ICO, 99, 98, 60, 37, 4 is a county in Ireland. 
My 93, 97, 6 94. (14, 91, 63 68, 26, 9 is a city in Kentucky. 
My 86, 36, 65, 56, 45, II 23. On is a town in Scotland. 
My 87, 37, 2L 75. 34, 51 is a town on the Ohio river. 
My 56. 61, 03, 96, 92. 55 is one of the Zones. 
My whole is a quotation from one of the “ Fathers” which 
heard used in a sermon recently. 
CroBs Creek, Penn., 1S62. Joils Morrow. 
Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 13 letters. 
My 1, 2, 0, 11, 9, 0 was one of the nine tuusea. 
My 3, 4, 8, 12 ia a small Eastern Kingdom. 
My 4, 11, 1 and my 9, 7. 5, 1 are familiar contractions of time. 
My 7, 9. 11, 12 aud iny 9, 7, 8, 4, 13 are oriental rivers. 
My 10, 6, 4. 11 was a noted man mentioned in the New Tes¬ 
tament. 
My 12, 11, 10, 9, 12 is a girl’s name. 
My whole is an interesting locality in the St Lawrence. 
W. Hamburg, N Y., 1802. Charles L. Prescott. 
Answer in two weeks. 
“It’s very hard to have nothing to eat but bread 
and milk, when others have every sort of nice 
things,” muttered Charlie, as he sat wiih his wooden 
bowl before him. “ It’s very hard to have to get up 
so early in these cold mornings, and work hard all 
day, when others can enjoy themselves tvithout an 
hour of labor. It’s very hard to have to trudge 
along through the snow, while others roll about in 
their coaches.” 
“ It’s a great blessing,” said his grandmother, as 
she sat at her knitting, “it’s a great blessing to have 
food, when so many are hungry; to have a roof 
over one's head, when so many are homeless. It’s 
a great blessing to have sight, and hearing, and 
strength for daily labor, when so many are blind, 
deal; or suffering.” 
“Why, grandmother, you seem to think that 
nothing is hard,” said the boy, still iu a grumbling 
tone. 
« No, Charlie, there is one thing that I think very 
hard.” 
“ What’s that?” cried Charlie, who thought that at 
last bis grandmother had found some cause for 
complaint. 
“ Why, boy, I think that heart is very hard that is 
not thankful for so many blessings.” 
American Steel. —The Pittsburgh Chronicle 
states that Messrs. J. Parker A Brothers, of that 
city, are erecting extensive works for manulactur- 
ing steel. The lot on which the factory and its 
adjuncts stand covers some three acres, and has a 
river front of several hundred feet. The Yvorks are 
being erected under the superintendeuey of Mr. 
Blair, a gentleman of great experience, and they 
have advanced so far towards completion that they 
will soon be in operation. It U perhaps not gen¬ 
erally known that large quantities of the cheaper 
qualities of steel are now manufactured at Pitts¬ 
burgh. _^_ 
The first step toward self-improvement is to leave 
off whining over the past. Let the past go, and 
bend every energy to the improvement of the pres¬ 
ent. That is the only way. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
ANAGRAM. 
I ma mrignat'd layds dimrgena 
Fo het rightl) dan papyh ruhos 
Hewn lijt limes awa tersgin reo cm 
Kiel eht lusuhgit reo eth lowfrea. 
Eagle, N. Y., 1862. Frances E. Wilcox. 
Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
ALGEBRAICAL PROBLEM. 
Dividk 216 into three such parts that the sum of thene cube 
roots shall be 12. Albkkt B. Norton. 
Alabama, Gen. Co., N. Y.. 1S62. . 
J3T Answer In two weeks. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &c„ IN No. 072. 
Answer to Miscellaneous Euigma:—John Brown's body 
lies mouldering In the grave. 
Answer to Biographical Enigma:—Go to the ant thou slug¬ 
gard, consider her ways and be wise. 
Answer to Arithmetical problem:—78 feet 
Answer to Bouquet of Flowers:—1. Bachelor buttons. 2. 
Tiger lily. 3. Sim dial, 4. Prince's feather. 5. Satin leaf. 
6, Sugar peas. 7. Marigold. 8. Dandelion. 9. Rose moss. 
10 Blue harebell 11. Forget-me-not 12. Ragged lady. 13. 
Artemisia. 14 Flowering almond. 
A Baby in “Our Home.”— Not a borrowed baby 
either—nor a sick baby come to be cured, aud then 
to go away again. Neither is it a make-believe baby 
made of rags stuffed with bran, or of wax, or India 
rubber. But it is a true baby, just as much alive as 
a little young kitten, or a little calf is alive. It can 
double up its little fists and scratch its chin as we 
as anybody in the world; and it eau wink and cry 
and kick. It has Borne little brown hair, aud some 
little blue eyes, and a little Yvbite frock, and a dar¬ 
ling little worsted sack,—aud every way it is a nice 
little creature. And it is our own, to keep. We 
can watch it as it grows, and be glad when it learns 
to laugh, and to sit on the floor, and to tumble over 
on its back and put its big toe iu its mouth, and to 
stand alone, and to walk, and to climb up on the 
table, and to cut holes with the scissors in its 
mother’s dresses. 
I KNEW a sick boy, not two years old, who looked 
at his lather and said, “ By by, pa; baby is going to 
his eyes, and never opened 
sleep;” and he 
them any more. 
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