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FREEDOM’S CALL. 
It broke on tbo hush of moni, 
It startled the dull midnight. 
Like the stirring peal of » battle horn, 
It summoned them forth to fight 
It rose over the swelling hill, 
By the meadows green it was heard, 
Calling out for the might of the freeman’s will, 
• And the might of the freeman’s sword I 
The rivers heard the noise, 
The valleys rang It out, 
And every heart leaped high at the voice 
Of that thrilling battle shout. 
They sprang from each bridal bed, 
From tlie pallet of labor’s rest, 
And they harried away to the field of the dead, 
Like a tardy marriugc gue st 1 
They left the plow in the com, 
They left the steer in the yoke, 
And away from mother and child that mom, 
And the maiden's first kiss they broke. 
In the shower of deadly shot., 
In the lurid tan of war, 
Sternly they stood, but they answered not 
To the hirelings wild hurrah I 
But still as the brooding storm 
Ere it lashes the ocean to foam— 
The strength of the Free was in every arm, 
And every heart on it* home. 
Of their pleasant homes they thought*— 
They pra\ ed to their father’s God— 
And forward they went till their dear blood bought 
The broad, fret land they trod. 
La Grange, N. Y., 1863. Delta. 
Miu 
1 A MILITARY COURTSHIP. 
“So you won’t marry me V” said Heri*ertMil¬ 
ler, as he Blood with folded arms, his “six feet 
one inch” of altitude calmly drawn up towering 
high above Mattie Amott’s curly head. 
The usual programme of wooing Beamed to be 
reversed in this individual instance, for Mattie 
was blushing and embarrassed, twisting her blue 
ribbon sash round and round, while Herbert 
was provokingly cool and satirical, even though 
he had just listened to the fatal “ No." 
“Iam so young, Herbert,” faltered the girl; 
“only sixteen, you know; and I hardly know my 
own mind yet; and it is ungenerous of you to 
press me eo urgently; and —” 
“Now, Mattie, this won't do,” said the young 
soldier, resolutely detaining jmr by one firm hand. 
“Answer me plainly, yes or no.” 
“No, then,” pouted Mattie, her blue eyes flash- 
ing, and her cheeks rosy with (lame. 
“ Very welljjust as you please, Miss Mat,” said 
Herbert, complacently. “On the whole I’m 
much obliged to you for pronouncing that mono¬ 
syllable so decidedly. You’re very pretty, but J 
don’t think you’d suit me exactly. We should 
get tired of one another- wo have been brought 
up together, you know, and sameness is always 
tedious. You are a lovely blonde, but I think I 
should prefer a brunette; and, beside, 1 can go 
off peaceably to the war now, without any in¬ 
cumbrance in (lie shape of an engagement. The 
medicine was hard to take, but I’ve no doubt it 
will do me good. Adieu. Mattie —and 1 wish 
you a good husband!'’ 
And off walked Mr. Herbert, whistling most 
cavalierly, and looking provokingly handsome in 
his cool disdain. 
Mattie Arnett did not know what to make of 
the young soldier’s audacious self-possession.— 
She never had a real lover before, but she was 
quite certain they never acted in this way after 
a rejection. Somehow she had an idea that Her¬ 
bert Miller had been making fun of her—and she 
was not altogether certain that she hud done a 
sensible thing in saying “No.” Beside, she had 
fully calculated on In's being unwilling to take 
her at her word. Why didn’t he coax and im¬ 
plore, and renew liis entreaties —why didn’t he 
take her by storm, in short, as all the lovers in 
novels did ? 
Mattie Arnott waited until her discarded chev¬ 
alier was safely out of sight, and then she ran up 
to her own room, locked herself in, and cried 
passionately. 
“Dear me, Martha, how red your eyes are,” 
said Mrs. Arnott, as the girl took her place at the 
bountifully spread tea-table. “Whatin filename 
of common sense ails yon 
“It’s set,tin' up late o’ nights, leadin’ them 
story papers," growled Squire Arnott. “She’ll 
bo blind before she’s twenty-live years old, at 
this rate, or have to wear specs—a gal in specs 
don’t have half the chance to catch a beau! Hallo! 
what’s the matter with the child?” 
For Mattie had burst into tears again, and left 
the table. Ah, it was a sore little heart that beat 
underneath Mattie Arnott's black velvet, “Span¬ 
ish waist” 
If she could only have lived that day over 
again! But the sun was low in the crimson tides 
of the great western sea, and the young moon 
was mounting up, and the day, with ail its 
chances and changes, was gone—gone to return 
no more. Slowly the months rolled by, anil Mat- 
tie Arnott grew quieter and more thoughtful 
every day. The fair forehead was not less fair 
for the shade of sweet gravity on its smooth ex¬ 
panse—the blue eyes shone luminously through J 
drooping lashes. Mattie laid changed — but she ( 
was even more beautiful than ever. She read the 
news from the seat of war with feverish interest, , 
yet she never once mentioned Herbert Miller’s ] 
name, not even when she saw in the daily papers 
that he had been breveted on the field lor 6tead- ' 
fast gallantry and noble heroism. 
“You will come to-night, won’t yon, Mattie? t 
Lieut Miller has promised to honor me—posi- I 
tively lu'.s first appearance as an officer in this, his ! 
native village,” laughed Miss Marsland, as she 
rose ty take her leave, after a morning visit t 
“Yes, I’ll come,” sighed Mattie, for if she were < 
obliged to meet him, the first sharp pang might £ 
as well be undergone now as ever. But 0 , that 
Kate Marsland should have known first of his 
return — that Kate’s house should b6 the first at 
which he had called. 
How carefully she arranged the folds of her 
white muslin dross that evening— how long she 
was in adjusting the spray of ivy leaves in and 
out among her golden curls. And even then she 
was dissatisfied with the pretty image reflected 
back from the mirror. But Mattie was a preju¬ 
diced judge — she had never looked more lovely 
in all the seventeen years of her life. 
As she entered Katy .Man-land’s crowded par¬ 
lors, the first person her eyes fell upon was Her¬ 
bert Miller, tall and handsome as ever in his blue 
and gold uniform. He was talking with spirit 
had preserved her and those with her. Nor did 
she forget to reward the wood-cutter who had 
warned her in time of her danger. And there 
were two lessons which she tried to draw for her 
children from the history of that evening. First, 
that our life always hangs on as weak a thread 
as that which bold Gertrude’s pearls, and 
that therefore God only keeps us alive; and, 
secondly, that all our troubles and disappoint¬ 
ments are as much sentfyr our good as the delay 
in getting to the wedding, which saved the family 
from the robbers. 
“From that, time,” continued the clergyman's 
wife, “ the lines you read over our door, became 
the motto of the good Countess and her family. 
amount perhapB, but the same in character. You 
know the pith of the elder is much more easily 
divided tbaD its wood.” 
“But, Charley, you said the hickory is elas¬ 
tic,—how do you know ? I’ve heard teachers 
talk about elasticity, and try to make roe believe 
that an ivory ball is as elastic as my rubber ball; 
but I could not see it. Now, Low do you teli 
when a pole is elastic? There!—sec that fellow 
bend that pole 1 I should think it would break ! 
What a fine fellow that is. 1 tell you, I like to 
haul them out 'though.” 
“ There. Tcm, you asked how I could tell when 
a pole is elastic. You saw that pole bend, didn’t 
you ? 11 was almost double.” 
“ Yes, but what of that. ? I thought it bent be- 
and gold uniform. He was talking with spirit And when I married, and my husband had the “ Yes, hut what of that? I though 
and animation, the center of a knot of young peo- parsonage ^repaired, he had inscribed over the cause of strong cohesive attraction ?” 
pie, he did not even see her! Ah! she might have entrance: “So it did, but see!—now that the f 
expected it—and Mattie loaned tearfully against “ ‘ if once w foamed why God semis Brief and woe, hook, it is as straight as ever !” 
the window, mechanically playing with her tiny How great Ills bounding love Vo then should know.’” “Of course it is; there is nothing 
expected it—and Mattie leaned tearfully against 
the window, mechanically playing with her tiny 
pink fan. 
She did not see the flutter of the silken dresses 
that surged by her in the dance; she did not hear 
file merry strains of the music; her thoughts 
were far otherwise inclined. 
All of a sudden a hand was laid lightly upon 
hers, and she looked up with a nervous start into 
the brown, sparkling depths of Herbert Miller’s 
eyes. 
“ Mattie! were you not going to speak to roe?” 
“I— I was afraid, Herbert” 
Those tell-tale blue eyes — they betrayed in 
one tear-bright gleam the secret she would have 
given worlds uncounted to keep within her own 
bosom. Herbert Miller was not versed in eye 
language, yet ho read Mattie’s glance instanta¬ 
neously. 
“You have not forgotten me, then, Mattie ?” 
“Forgotten you, Herbert?” 
She would have said more, but her voice fal¬ 
tered and hesitated. 
11c was silent an instant, then spoke in law 
tones : 
“ Do you remember our last interview, Mattie? 
Do you remember I said that I thanked you for 
the rejection of my suit? Mattie, 1 have changed 
my mind since then.” 
“So have I, Herbert” 
He took both the trembling hands in his with 
a glad, bright face. 
“Mattie, my heart’s dearest treasure* I lay my 
love at your feet a second time. Will you ac¬ 
cept it no^ ?” 
I le needed no answer save what he read in her 
blushing cheek and happy eyes—they both said 
“ Yes,” and said it pretty emphatically, too. 
“And what made yoq think l was worth two 
courtships. Herbert?” she asked, long afterward. 
“Mattie,” said, he quietly, “when our regiment 
charged ftt. Anttetam, wo wore repulsed at first— 
the shock of the advancing cavalry broke our 
ranks, and threw us into a temporary disorder. 
But it was only lor a moment; wo formed and 
charged ugain! The second time we bore off the 
CHARLES RIVERS AND HIS THOUGHTS,* 
NUMBER ONE. 
BY LEAD PENCIL, ESQ. 
Cif a KLES Riv «R8 sat on the ends of the planks 
of the bridge, with his bare feet hanging over the 
water, and Ids fish-pole arid hook and line in 
hand, waiting for a nibble. He had been to 
school that day, and his mother had, by his ur¬ 
gent request, written a note to the teacher asking 
her to dismiss him when his class was through 
spelling, that he might stop at the creek ou his 
way home, and fish. 
Charles Rivers was an intelligent lad, and 
though young in years, thought a great many old 
thoughts, lie was imaginative, dreamy, and 
somewhat given to castle-building. His play¬ 
mates and parents called him absent-minded, 
and laughed at his abstraction a good deal. He 
liked his books, studied well, and learned readi¬ 
ly; but his chief delight was found in reading 
histories, travels, and the biographies of remark¬ 
able men, and dreaming over them—selecting 
the characters best suited to his particular mood, 
or suggested by his employments or surround- 
ings. 
He had reached the bridge, after having been 
dismissed from school, drawn his pole from its 
hiding place beneath the plank and between the 
sleepers of the bridge, attached his line to it, dug 
file bait, baited his honk and was waiting for a 
bite when we introduced him. 
lie sat at the east end of the bridge, and bad 
throw n his line into a deep hole in its shadow, 
it was a warm June day. The sun was fast going 
down, and the largo linden that shaded the 
bridge shielded Charles from the sun, and 
predisposed him to indulge in a reverie. 
He had not lakou a fish. His hook bad, appu- 
lanrels of the victory. Now don’t laugh, Mat, if reritly, received no attention from the finny tribe 
I carried the military lesson into the field ol love! below. If so. he had not discovered it, for his 
1 was repulsed at first, but I charged again , and fishing seemed to be after ideas above water, 
here is my sign of victory ! judging by his abstraction. Suddenly he laughed 
He held up a plain gold wedding ring as he outright, ami, at the same time, jerked up his 
spoke. hook, as he remembered he had one, and found a 
“For to-morrow, love!” splendid black bass hold of iL This excited 
Yes he bad indeed been victorious, and the bim and be laughed louder and shouted, 
true, lovinglitUe heart was his captive for life. “What is the matter, Charley,” said Tom 
THE WOOD-CUTTER’S WARNING. 
A GERMAN STOBY. 
During a walk that I once had with the cler¬ 
gyman of LandsdorlF, and his wife, they told me 
of a sudden death which had lately taken place 
in the village. 
“ It is very awful,” I said; “what a thread life 
hangs upon.” 
“That was really the case with one of my 
family in times past,” said the clergyman’s good 
wife. “ Her life did hang by a thread.” 
“ Tell me how it was,” I said. 
“It was that story,” said the lady, “which 
caused the inscription you see to be placed over 
our door-way.” 
The inscription was as follows: 
“If once we learned why God sends grief and woe, 
How great Hix boundless love we then should know.” 
I read the lines, and then asked the minister’s 
wife if she would kindly tell me the story.* 
She thus began: 
“ About a hundred years ago my mother's 
great aunlj the Countess von Moritz, was living 
with her two daughters in a castle in Germany. 
They were once invited to a wedding, which 
was to take place by torch-light, according to the 
old German custom. They did not, accordingly, 
set out till it was beginning to get dusk. They 
had to pass on their way through a part of the 
Black Forest. 
“Now it happened that Gertrude, the eldest 
daughter of the Countess, had had given her a 
wreath of pearls, and she wore them oil the even¬ 
ing of the wedding. But it chanced, as they 
entered the forest, that a branch of black thorn 
caught in her hair, and before it could be disen¬ 
tangled the thread broke, and the small seed 
pearls were scattered far and wide. 
“ The servants and ladles busied themselves 
alike in picking up the scattered pearls, when 
suddenly a wood-cutter came running from the 
forest, and went up quite out of breath to the 
Countess. 
“Tray gu no further, ladies!' he exclaimed; 
‘when I was cleaving wood just now, I heard 
two robbers planning how they might waylay 
your party, rob you, and kill your servants if 
they made any resistance. The forest is full of 
these men. and I had the greatest difficulty in 
getting to you in time. If you hail not been 
later than you expected, you would most certainly 
have fallen into the hands of these robbers.” 
“ Of course no more was said about going on 
to the wedding, and the horses' heads were 
directly turned homewards. On arriving safely 
at her castle the good mother thanked God who 
below. If so. he had not discovered it, for his 
fishing seemed to be after ideas above water, 
judging by his abstraction. Suddenly he laughed 
outright, and, at the same time, jerked up his 
hook, as he remembered he had one, and found a 
splendid black bass hold Of it. This excited 
him and he laughed louder and shouted. 
“What is the matter, Charley,” said Tom 
Defob, who at that moment came along from 
school, on bis way home. “Why! is school 
closed so soon f’ »<ked Charles. 
“ So soon ! It is an hour and a half since you 
left—of course it has closed; but what were you 
laughing about, eh ?” 
“ Why, l was thinking about”—aud Charles 
lapsed away again into dream-land, forgetting 
his fish, that lay floundering on the bridge, and 
his schoolmate who was busy the while thrusting 
his finger into the mouth of the bass to test its 
teeth. After a moment’s pause Tom looked up, 
aud seeing Charles absorbed—a habit he was 
familiar with- -baited the hook, seized the pole, 
swung the line far into the stream, and exclaimed 
as be did so, " Como, Charley, you are no fish¬ 
erman at all. I’ll do the fishing and you may 
chase that fellow you are after so busily.” 
“What fellow ?” 
“ Why, that idea, if you please.” 
“ Oh ho! But didn’t you ask me a question, 
Tom, which 1 commenced to answer ?” 
“ Of course I did, and I expect the answer next 
week—not before, it is a wonder, though, that 
you should remember that i asked you a ques¬ 
tion at all. But I do not suppose you have the 
remotest idea what it was ?” 
“No, not now; but l beg your pardon Tom; 
ask it again, and 1 will try and answer.” 
“Well, I-there ! there!—ain’t that u whop¬ 
per ? I thought the pole would break, but it did 
not, though. Charley, what prevents that pole 
breaking when I pull up such a weight? Why 
don’t it snap off just as an elder stock would ? I 
cannot see why one should bend while the other 
breaks.” 
“ I can, Tom ; at least I have learned the reason 
in my books.” 
“Why, then P 
•* Because, cohesive attraction is greater in this 
hickory pole than in the elder, and it. is elastic. 
You know cohesive attraction is the force which 
holds bodies together, or rather the atoms of bod¬ 
ies; and you know this is greater in a stick ol 
wood of any kind than in a pail of water. For 
you can thrust your hand into water; that hook 
and line will sink in it; but it requires a sharp 
axe and a hard blow to penetrate a stick of wood. 
The atoms of a stick of wood attract each other 
strongly, and are not easily separated; but the 
atoms of water are easily divided—they do not 
cohere. There is the same difference bet wee n the. 
Joking in Camp. — During its “peninsular 
campaign,” the bread had become inhabited by a 
very lively species of insect of a brown color and 
amiable disposition. Various stories are told of 
these crackers in camp, some of which I think 
are malicious lubrications. One,was that the in¬ 
sects yrere purposely put in the bread to save 
mule transportation, and that when the commis¬ 
sary wished to transport the bread, he simply 
whistled aud it came itself. Another was that 
four ol' these crackers were seen on battalion 
drill one evening going through the evolutions 
with great precision. One of the hoys had a lot 
of bread so thickly settled as to be untenable, and 
brought it down to the commissary to be ex¬ 
changed. lie was told to lay it down and take 
others, when he very honestly asked, u Hadn’t I 
better hitch ’em ?” 
“ArBAH, me darliut,” cried Jamie O’Falagen 
to his loquacious sweetheart, who had given him 
no opportunity of even answering her remarks 
during a two hours’ ride behind his little bay 
nags iD his oyster wagon—“areye afther knowin’ 
why yer cheeks are like my ponies there?” 
“ Sliure, and it’s because they’re ret?, is it?” 
quoth blushing Bridget 
“ Faith and a better raisen than that, mavour- 
neen. Because mere is one uv thim each side of 
a wagin' (wagon) tongue!” 
Had Him There. —“ You can’t make a jewel 
out of a pig's ear, said an acquaintance to our 
friend Sykes, the other day, during a discussion 
as to the merits of an individual for a certain 
position. ' 
“Yes, I can,” returned S. “You just let me 
box yours, and if you don’t have an ear-ring. then 
I’ll sell out, that’s all!” 
Acquttintance dropped the subject. 
“Demoralized.” — The New York Tribune 
tells a good story of a stout, athletic Zouave, 
1 
ILLUSTRATED REBUS. 
5STV» ,i Tia -- 
“So it did, but see!—now that the fish is off the 
hook, it is as straight as ever 1” 
“Of course it is; there is nothing to bend it 
now.” 
“ Well, well, hold on. Here is the fish line. I 
will lay it down on this plank straight—there, 
that is as straight as a string, ain’t it ? as straight 
as the fish pole ?” 
“Yes, but-” 
“ Hold on; see, 1 bend it, make a circle of it— 
bring those two ends together. Then, see, it re¬ 
mains just as I have placed it, don’t it ?” 
“Of course it does; so will any string." 
“But 1 urn not bending it now; why does it not 
become straight like the pole? You said the polo 
became straight because there was nothing to 
bend it; why does not the string straighten now 
that I have let go both ends ?” 
“Don’t know—ain’t a philosopher.” 
“Well, 1 will lake the pole and bring the two 
ends together, and see if it will stay so; there, 
now 1 will let go of-” 
“ Take care, Charley !—don’t let go yet: let 
me get out of the way—it will bit my shins! 
Hold on!’’ 
“ Ab, you know it to be elastic then ? Why did 
you not jump out of the way of the Btring, lest 
the two cuds should fly apart as the pole does— 
see!- and hurt you; that power or force which 
causes it to resume its former shape is elasticity. 
When 1 bended that pole, the particles of matter, 
here, where it is most bent, were compressed, and 
elasticity is the power which enables the pole, or 
the particles of matter in the pole to resume their 
relative position." 
“ 1 say, Charley, you know I have been in the 
same class with you, and I would like to know 
the reason why I have never known a hut elas¬ 
ticity meant before ? Now I sec into it. If I 
throw ray ball down like this, it is compressed 
when it hits the plank, lmt this power to remltne 
its former shape, sends it buck into my face, and 
that ball is therefore cdastic. That is plain 
enough now, and it is more than 1 have learned 
in a week.” 
“l’sliaw, Tom. Your teacher would not feel 
flattered to hear you say that.” 
“ It is true, tbdtigh. But where did we com¬ 
mence? Do you know what started all this tulk 
about elasticity aud cohesive attraction ? J’ll tell 
you! You were laughing, and I asked you what 
it was about. You said you were thinking, and 
I believe you; l'or if it had not been for me, you 
would have thought until now, and would not 
have caught fish enough for your breakfast.” 
“Well, Tom, 1 will tell you what i was thinking 
about, but cannot stop to-night to do it. See, the 
sun is down already; but if you will meet me 
here at eight o’clock to-morrow, I’ll talk with 
you. Will you ?” 
“ Yes Sir.” And the boys went home. 
t3T Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker.. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA, 
I am composed of 37 letters. 
My 1, 30, 17, 32, 10, 28 is what many wish to obtain. 
My C, 18, 2, 30, 21, 30,15, 17 is where Napoleon died. 
My A, 22, 8 , 16, 8 Is ft county in New York. 
My 10, 27, 11, 5, 23, 10 is one who professes to believe 
there is no God. 
My 30, 20, 31, 3 is a girl's name. 
My 33,14, 30 is what we must all do. 
My 21>, IT, 10, 30, 20 is what we could not live without 
My 37, 30, 25, 9, 16, 30 is a man’s name. 
My 7, 35, 15, 4, 30, 26 U what will soon be gone. 
My 2-1, 3, 21, 12, 34 is a man's name. 
My 36, 30, 21, 0,13, 15 is a county in Virginia. 
My whole is what we should all remember. 
Spencer, Tioga Co., N. Y., 1803. Mary. 
Answer in two weeks. 
different kinds of wood there is between water' who, running away from the battle at Fredericks- 
and wood, in this respect—not the same in 
* These sketches were written, and a portion of them 
published in 1859. They were never completed, however. 
The author has re-written and revised them for publica¬ 
tion in the Rural, having been repeatedly urged to con¬ 
tinue them. 
burg, was checked by a lieutenant with a drawn 
sword. Said the latter, “ Stop, sir! Go back to 
your regiment, yon internal coward; you are not 
wounded.” “ For Heaven’s sake, let me pass,” 
implored Ihefugilive; “I know I’m not wounded, 
but I’m fearfully demoralized.'’ 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker., 
ALGEBRAICAL PROBLEM. 
| ' _ 
There is a garden in the form of a paralellogram. If 
the square root of the number of rods in width, be mtrl- 
; tipiied by eight times the number of rods in length, and 
the product subtracted from the xqimrr of the number of 
rods in length, the remainder will be slvty-four. Also, if 
onc-haif the number of rods around the outside of a 
square garden of the stone area, be subtracted from the 
number of rods in length, the remainder will be four. 
Required the area of the garden. L. C. 1 ’artkiocb. 
Bcottsburg, Liv. Co., N. Y., 1863. 
Answer in two weeks. 9 
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For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
AN ANAGRAM. 
Od eby t smia cm ta mohe od byte issm em 
Ta romgnin at onno dan ta tingh ? 
Dna greslui uoe yomgol deltas nodur mhte, 
litat lony yin scnocerp anc gihlt 1 
Rea sojy sols gnivytilni cmocelw ? 
Nad soulprues sics ahel nath bcofre, 
Sancebe neo si dssmie form eth riclec, 
Cenabes I mu twih meht on rome ? 
Whitcfield, Ill., 1863. Emma Faris. 
E3r Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore's Rural Rural Xew-Yorker. 
GEOGRAPHICAL DECAPITATIONS. 
Behead a river in North America and leave an animal. 
Behead a (Monty in the United States and leave a very 
small insect. 
Behead a county in the Western States and leave a mu 
Heal instrument. 
Behead u river in the Southern States and leave an ar¬ 
ticle. 
Behead a county in the Southern States and leave a city 
in the Eastern States. 
Behead a river in Europe and leave a part of a sleigh. 
Behead an island in the Atlantic Ocean and leave a part 
of a gun. 
Behead a river in the United States and leave what 
Franklin was. 
Behead a city in the Eastern States and leave a verb. 
Behead a county in the Middle States aud leave an ani¬ 
mal. 
Behead a county in the Western States'and leave a kind 
of bird. 
Behead a cape cast of the United States and leave a part 
of the head. 
Behead what is in New York City and leave the first 
vessel in the world. W. W. Ames. 
De Ruyter, N. Y., 1863. 
J3T” Answer in two weeks. 
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ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &c., IN No. 682. 
Answer to Illustrated Rebus:—Young ladies adore the 
looking glass, fancy extra jewelry, and watch the hand¬ 
some beaux. 
Answer to Geographical Enigma;—United we stand, di¬ 
vided we fall. 
Answer to Charade:—Hermit. 
Answer to Rebuses on a Dinner:—Ham, Sausage, Pota¬ 
to, Parsnip, Cabbage, Celery, Cranberry, Tomato. Des¬ 
sert—Whip-cream, Mince-pie, Plum-pudding. Drinks— 
Port-wine, Coffee, Sherry. 
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charged postage. 
IT The immense circulation of the Rural New- 
Yorker— full twenty thousand more tlrau that of any 
other similar journal— renders it by far the Best and 
Cheapest Advertising Medium of its class in America. Its 
circulation throughout the Loyal States aud Territories, 
the Canadas. &c... is large and rapidly increasing This pact 
should be lx me in mind by all Business Men—and especi¬ 
ally Nurserymen, Manufacturers, Wholesale Dealers, Laud 
Agents. Sic-, &c., —who wish to advertise width/ and 
profitably. 
Tut: Postage on the Rural New-Yorker is only 3 '4 eta, 
per quarter to .ury part of this State, (except Monroe coun¬ 
ty, where it goes free,) and cts. to any other Loyal 
State, if paid quarterly in advance where received. 
