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dearest task to be the instrument of her gratitude. 
Here is the note you indorsed—my husband has 
given it to me. See!” 
A small spirit lamp was burning in one of the 
niches; she held the bit of paper over its flame 
until it fell a cloud of light ashes upon the floor 
hard man. I mean to explain to him just how 
the matter stands, and ”- 
u I told you how it would be long ago! ” ejacu¬ 
lated Hannah, unable to restrain her vexation. 
“What on airlb ever possessed you to sign for 
J esse Fairweather? ” 
“I s’posed he was an honest man, and wouldn’t 
see an old friend wronged.” 
“ Fiddlestick !" exclaimed Mrs. Raynesford. 
“That’s just your calculation, Job! There — 
Zeke has brought the wagon; do start off, or 
you’ll be too late for the New York train?” 
And Job meekly obeyed, only too happy to 
escape from the endless discord of his wife’s 
railing tongue. 
The rays of the noonday sun streamed brightly 
through the stained glass casements of Mr. Ever- 
leigh’s superb Gothic library. The room was 
decorated with every appurtenance of wealth 
and taste. Velvet chairs, with tall backs of 
daintily carved rosewood, were scattered here 
and there: marble r ases occupied niches beside 
the dooi way, and the rarest pictures hung on the 
paneled and gilded walls. But the prettiest ob¬ 
ject Of all—the one which the rich lawyer often- 
est raised his eyes from his writing to contem¬ 
plate with an involuntary smile of pride and 
affection—was a lovely woman in a white Cash- 
mere morning robe, trimmed with white velvet, 
arranging flowers in a 
calculatin’ to walk on to Breckton, but I (bought 
it wouldn’t hurt us to keep ’em over night?” 
“I’m astonished at you. Job Raynesford,” said 
his better half, in a tone of indignant remon¬ 
strance. “We might jest as well hang out a 
tavern sign at once, and done with it—you’re 
always bringing home some poor mis’able cree- 
tur or other, and ”— 
“There, there, Hannah,” interrupted Mr. 
Raynesford, “I'm always willin' to hear to you 
when you’re anyways reasonable, but it goes 
clear ag'in my grain to see poor folks a sufferin' 
and never stretch out a helpin’ hand. Taint 
Scripter nor ’taint human natur.” 
“Well, go your own gait, Job Raynesford,” 
responded bis wife, tartly, “only mark my words, 
if you don’t end your days in the poor-house 
’twon’t be through no fault o’ yonrn! ” 
She shut the pantry door with a bang that made 
all the jelly cups and milk pans rattle, while 
Job, with an odd grimace, went out to help his 
guests to alight. 
“ Don’t mind my old woman,” said he, apolo¬ 
getically, as Mrs. Ellsworth sprang to the ground; 
“she’s kind 'o sharp-spoken, but see means well 
arter all. We ain’t all jest alike in our notions, 
you know!” 
“If all the world were like you, sir,” said the 
young widow, with tears in her eyes, “there 
would be Jobs w ant and suffering by far!” 
Farmer Raynesford pretended not to hear—he 
was busy lifting little Mary out. 
“Set on them blackberries, Hannah! ” said he, 
toward the close of their evening meal; “the 
little gal’s so tired she can’t eat nothin’ solid!” 
“I was calculatin’ to keep the blackberries for 
the donation party to-morrow,” said Mrs. Raynes¬ 
ford, rising with rather an unwilling air. 
“Nonsense!” quoth the farmer, with a broad 
laugh. “ I’m havin’ a donation party of my own 
to-night I Here, little one, see if these berries 
don’t, put the color into your cheeks!” 
All the evening little Mary sat by the hearth, 
with her hands in her mother’s, and her large blue 
eyes fixed earnestly upon the kind farmer’s face. 
“What are you thinking about, dearest?” 
asked Mrs. Ellsworth, once. She drew a long 
sigh, and whispered: 
“ 0, mama! he is so kind to us! ” 
* The tops of the far-off eastern woods were just 
being turned to gold by that wondrous alchemist, 
the rising sun. when Mary Ellsworth and her 
little girl sot out upon the long walk to Brockton. 
Job Raynesfurd went with them to the gate, 
fumbling uneasily in his pocket, and glancing 
guiltily around, to make sure that Hannah was 
not within seeing distance. When Mary ex¬ 
tended her hand to say a grateful good-bye, to 
her astonishment a bank bill was thrust into it. 
“Don’t say nothin’,’’ muttered Job, with a 
sheepish air. “Ten dollars ain’t much to me, 
uud, if you don’t chance to get work in the fac¬ 
tory right away, it. may be a good deal o’ use to 
you. Needn’t thank me—you’re as welcome as 
in May!” 
lie bent over to kiss the child's fair forehead, 
and stood watching them until the two slight 
figures disappeared, and only the golden sky and 
the moving crests of the summer woods remained. 
“Ten dollars!” ejaculated Mrs. Raynesford, 
who bad witnessed this little episode from be¬ 
hind the curtains of her milk-room window. “ Is 
Job Raynesford crazy? To give ten dollars to a 
poor, strolling vagrant! If he don’t get a piece 
of my mind ” — 
And she hastened out, her cap-border fairly 
standing on end with horror. Job awaited the 
coming tempest with philosophic coolness, his 
hands in his pockets, and his lips parted in a 
good-humored smile. It was not. the first piece 
of Mrs. Hannah’s “mind” that had been be¬ 
stowed upon him, nor did he suppose it was 
likely to he. the last ! 
“She means well,” ho said to himself, when 
the volley of wrath had been discharged on his 
luckless head, and Mrs. Rayneslord bad returned 
to her butter-making, “but she’s got the greatest 
faculty for scoldin' of any woman 1 ever saw’! ” 
The years flitted by. sprinkling the steep old 
farm house roof with the crystal drops of April 
showers, and thatching it with the dazzling ermine 
of January snows many and many a time. Gray 
hairs crept in among the raven locks of Fanner 
Raynesford, care-worn wrinkles began to gather 
around his month and brow. Alas! those swift¬ 
footed years brought troubles innumerable to the 
kind old man. 
“ Twenty year’s!” mused he, one bright June 
morning; “it don’t seem possible, Hannah, that 
it w’as twenty years ago this very day, that I 
caught that ugly fall from the liay-rick, and got 
lame for life.” 
He looked down at the crutches by his side as 
he spoke, and sighed from the very depths of his 
heart. 
Hannah stood in the doorway, tossing’corn to 
a Forlorn little colony of chickens. Twenty years 
had not improved her in any respect.—she was 
gaunter, bonier, and more vinegar-faced than 
ever. 
“Yes,” said she, shortly, “and perhaps you 
don’t remember that it wjasjnst twenty years ago 
to-day that you threw ten dollars away on that 
woman and her child. I told you then you’d 
end your days in the poor-house, and I don’t see 
but w’hat my prediction is likely to become true. 
Dnlu’t I say you would live to repent it?” 
“ I won’t deny, Hannah," said the old man, 
“but that I've done a good many tilings I’ve 
been sorry for—we ain't none of us perfect, you 
know, wife — but that is not one of them. No, I 
never for a minute repented being kind to the 
widow and the fatherless.” 
Hannah shrugged her shoulders, but made no 
answer. 
“ Didn’t you say yon were going up to see that 
rich lawyer about the five thousand dollar note 
to-day?" she asked, presently. 
“Yes, but I don’t s’pose it’ll be much use. If 
he'd wait a little, I'd do my best to pay him. 
Jones says he'll be sure to sell the old place from 
over our heads, however; they tell me he’s a 
For Mooie’s Kural New-Yorker. 
“ MAY’ST THOU DIE AMONG THY KINDRED, 
“(RAXBKKRY PLANTS of the Bel! and Cherry vane- 
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SS5-<t I*. I), CHILSON, Bellingham, Mass. 
[Tuk following lines were written in the year 1858, by 
H. H. Bcxtox, then a student of the Gouvemeur Wes¬ 
leyan Seminary. When lit* country called lie was prompt 
to an«er. Last fall the new* came that be lay sick in «n 
Alexandria Uo-pital. Many were the prayers that lie 
might be permitted to return and “die among bis kin¬ 
dred,” but it was not to be:—be died far from hotno and 
friends, a stranger in a strange land.] 
"When denth-dews are falling 
On thy pallid brow, 
And the heart's mystic fountain 
Is ceasing to flow, 
When a strange chill is creeping 
O’er every limb, 
And thine eye’s soft luster 
Is fast growing dim,— 
May kindred be round thee, 
And loved ones be nigh, 
To soothe thy afflictions, 
And breathe sigh for sigh. 
Bright skies may bend o’er thee, 
Fair lands may surround; 
Kind friends to attend thee 
May ever be found. 
Yet when tliou art summoned 
To tread the lone way, 
To pass through the valley 
Where dark shadows stay, 
Thoul’t yearn for the presence 
Of those early loved, 
And list for the voices 
Of friends thou hast proved. 
O, then amongst kindred 
May’at yield up thy breatb, 
And lie down with thy fathers 
In the still halls of Death. 
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V. 1 eral Hilary or commission! Agents wanted to sell the 
w.'rlo renowned Frank!it) Sewirg Machine. For particulars, 
address, with stamp. HARKIF BRO'S., Boston. Mass. 
“Well?” 
Mrs. Raynesford met her husband at the door 
at the instant his crutches sounded on the little 
graveled path. 
“Why don’t you speak? Of course I know 
you’ve nothing but bad news to tell, but I may 
as well hear it at once. Have you seen the gen¬ 
tleman? What did he say ? ” 
“Hannah!’’ said old Job Raynesford, slowly 
folding up bis gloves, “do you remember the ten 
dollars I gave that poor young wanderer a score 
of years to-day? ” 
“Why, of course I do: didn’t I remind you of 
it not twelve hours since? What has that to do 
with our troubles, pray?” 
“Just this—to-day 1 received payment, princi¬ 
pal and interest!” 
“ Wbat do you mean, Job Raynesford? ” 
“ The little golden-haired child that eat beside 
our hearth-stone, that June evening, is Lawyer 
Everleiglrs wife, and I have seen her burn the 
note that has bung like a millstone round my 
neck these many years. She said It was but dits- 
Chargipg a sacred debt of gratitude: but Heaven 
knows I looked for no such reward. 
There was a moment's silence. The old man 
was pondering over the past, and Mrs. Raynes¬ 
ford was so taken by surprise that she really 
could not speak. 
“ And now. wife, what have you to say about 
my financial mistakes?” said Job, archly. 
Mrs. Raynesford had no argument suited to 
the emergencies of the case, so she very wisely 
said — nothing! 
I j\\ ItTI FOB SALE — 87 acres of good farming 
I lawl. 'i'i mile* south of Alabama center on State rond: 
good buildings. good orchard, well watered; It! acre* wood 
hind under good stole of tul ti vuti m Terms, one half pur¬ 
chase mnne.v do.vn. balance to suit convenience of pur- 
chnscr. For particular? apply to 
S. H. HA-oM, Alabama, Genesee, Co., N. Y. 
ROR THE SPRING TRADE.~fi0.000 Apple Trees, 4 
1 yea re old, t> to 8 H . --In per 1,000. 
ion,000 .-ve:vr Apple Slocks, $2.59 per 1.000, 
Also, standard ami Dwarf Fear t-ec». Plum trees and 
Cherry trees, in great variety, together with n large stock 
of the tmall fruits, am! Kvy-greens. Wholesale Catalogues 
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be made ill the new postil currency, or new stamps. Prices 
for tsriprr (jidlktities given upon application. 
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who gtoofl opposite, 
bouquet. She wore a spray of berries, carved of 
pink Neapolitan coral, at her throat, and tiny 
pendants of the same rare stone in her small, 
shell-like ears, and the slender waist was tied 
round with a broad pink ribbon. 
“There, Walter, isn’t that pretty?” she asked, 
bolding up her completed bouquet. 
“Very pretty," he answered, looking not at 
the roses and geraniums, but directly at the blue 
eyes and golden curls of bis beautiful young wife. 
“ You are not even noticing it,” she pouted. 
“Because I see something so much better 
worth looking at,” he said, playfully. 
“Do you really love me so very much?” she 
asked, throwing down the flowers, and coming 
round to his side. 
He rose and drew her caressingly toward him. 
“My dearest, you are more precious to me 
than the whole world besides!” 
She let her head rest a moment on his shoul¬ 
der. and when she raised it, there was a tear on 
her eyelashes. 
“Qb, Walter, if mama could only have lived 
to see how happy we are!” 
There was a knock at the door. Mrs. Ever- 
leigh slipped from her husband’s arm with the 
prettiest blush in the world, and was very busy 
with her flowers when the rich lawyer’s “right- 
handed man " put his grizzled head into the room. 
“The old man wants to see you about that 
Fai nv eatlier bu si ness. ” 
“Show him in. Don’t look so disappointed, 
love.” he said, turning to his wife, as the grizzled 
head disappeared; “I shall not be detained three 
minutes, end the horses are at the door.” 
Mary Everleigh never troubled her pretty 
little head about business matters, so she never 
even looked up as the halting sound of old Mr. 
Raynesford’s crutch echoed on the carpet, liut 
the instant he spoke she started as if an arrow 
had smitten her, and stood with her large eyes 
dilated, and her slender hands clasped together, 
listening as intcnlly as if her life depended on 
hearing every word. The old man was pleading 
and sorrowful—her husband politely inflexible. 
At length Job Raynesford turned to go. 
“Well, sir,” he said, in a subdued tone, “I 
don’t knoxv much about law and law books, but 
it does seem hard that an old man should be 
turned out of the home that has sheltered him 
fur sixty years, and all for no fault of his own. 
They say you are a very rich gentleman, sir—five 
thousand dollars may seem a small sum to you, 
but it is my all1 ” , 
M rs. Everleigh’s soft voice broke the momen¬ 
tary silence that succeeded this appeal. 
“Walter, come here one minute—I want to 
speak to you.” 
He obeyed, somewhat surprised; she drew 
him into the deep recess of the stained glass 
bay window, and, standing there, with the 
the rosy and amber shadows playing about her 
lovely brow, like some fair pictured saint, she 
told him how, twenty years ago, a wearied child 
and its mother were fed and sheltered by a kind- 
hearted stranger; how he had given them money 
and kind wishes when they were utterly alone 
and desolate in the wide World. 
“ But, my love, what has all this to do with my 
business matters." 
“ Much. Walter! I am that little child! ” 
“ You, my dearest?” 
“I, my husband; and the noble man who, I 
am persuaded, saved my life that night, stands 
yonder, with gray, bowed head and sinking 
heart!" 
“Mary, you must surely be mistaken.” 
“ I cannot be mistaken, Walter; I should know 
him among a thousand. You said you loved me 
this morning,—now grant me one little boon!” 
“What is it, dearest?” 
“Give me that note he speaks of.” 
Mr. Everleigh silently went to a small ebony 
cabinet, unlocked it, and drew out a folded 
paper, which he placed in her hands. She glided 
up to the old man, who had been gazing out of a 
window in u sort of reverie, and laid her soft 
hand on his arm. 
“Do you remember the little golden-haired 
Mary whom you found with her mother, wearied 
out upon the roadside twenty years ago?” 
“Do I remember her, lady? It was but this 
very morning I was recalling the whole scene.” 
“And don’t you recognize me?” she. risked, 
smiling up into his face, as she threw back the 
drooping curls. “ I am little Mary! ” 
lie stood iu bewildered silence^ all of a sud¬ 
den the truth seemed to break upon him, and he 
laid his hands upon her head with a tearful 
blessing. 
“And your mother, my child?” 
“She has been dead for years; but it is my 
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for sale. Also 
10,000 Dcliisitin'- Grape roots. 2 y-earsold. 
01.000 do do do I ' “ » 
Beside many ether varieties. 
lfi.OOil I’I urn SiiAi|lini-s. 
10.000 Cherry do. 
Bussell Strawbenrv plants. 
Plum Seedling*, first i,ualivr. 
All of which will be ftp hi low. 
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| J 1*1 A IT HEKUH — Just received at R. E. 
1 SUFlIMKDEK’S Horticultural Agency, 79 State Street! 
Rochester, N. V , a Int of very tine Fear Seed, which we. 
Offernt $2,25 -1 lb. Also, 
Norway Spruce, p lb,.$0.75 
Austrian Fine “ . 2.50 
Scotch Pino “ .2.00 
Stone Pine " .1.50 
Silver Fir ** .. 1.60 
Arbor VSt® “ . 1.50 
Also 250.000 Apple Grafts at $tno t> 1,000. 6S6-2t 
PRINCIPAL AN1) INTEREST 
“O, mother, mother, I am so tired!” 
The dew-drops quivered like imperial dia¬ 
monds upon the broad green plumes of the corn¬ 
field by the wayside; the grass that bent over 
the foot-path was heavy with evening moisture, 
and the solitary old pine tree at the curve of the 
road upheld its black fringed arms against a sun¬ 
set sky, where the ruddy crimson had long since 
faded into sombre gray. Birds were warbling 
their last vespers under the shadow of softly 
moving leaves; blossoms were closing llieir fra¬ 
grant cups along the course of a thousand dulcet¬ 
voiced streams; sleepy little ones were gathered 
safely round every hearthstone; yet these two 
wanderers rlung together homeless and alone, in 
the falling shadows of the night. 
“Cheer up. my child, we have not very far to 
go. Come closer, let me brush the dew from 
your curls. Now take my hand. 
But the child hung back, sobbing with weari¬ 
ness and exhaustion, and the pale young mother 
bending over her in the vain attempt to soothe 
the hysterical excitement, did not hear the rum¬ 
ble of advancing wheels until they passed close 
to her, and a rough, hearty voice exclaimed: 
“ What ails the little girl? Ain’t sick, is she?” 
Mary Ellsworth had never seen Fanner 
Raynesford before— yet. the moment her eyes 
rested on his wrinkled, sun-burned face, with 
the shaggy brows overshadowing kind eyes, 
she felt that he was a friend, and made answer 
promptly: 
“Not sick, sir. but very tired. We have 
walked a long way." 
“ Got much further to go? ” asked the farmer, 
tickling his horse's ear with the end of his whip. 
“ To Breckton.” 
Mr. Raynesford gave a low whistle. 
“ That’s lour miles off. and the little gal is 
pretty nigh used up a’ready.” 
“I know it," said the woman, with a sigh, “but 
I have no money to hire a lodging nearer. In 
Breckton ! hope to obtain work in the factory.” 
Farmer Raynesford gave the seat of his wagon 
a thump with the whip handle that made old 
Bonny drop the mouthful of clover he was nip¬ 
ping from the road-side, and prick up his ears 
in astonishment. 
“ I won’t hear no such thing! " said he, ener¬ 
getically. “ Why, that child can’t go twenty rods 
further! Here, get in 'long with me. You won’t 
be none the worse for a bit of supper and a good 
night’s rest. I know Haunah’U scold!” he mut¬ 
tered, ns he lifted the little girl to his side and 
extended his hand to the mother; “ hut 1 can’t 
see folks perishin’ by the wayside and never offer 
to help ’em. I don’t care if she scolds the roof 
of the house off.” 
ne drove rapidly along, making occasional 
interjectiomd remarks to his horse, while Mrs. 
Ellsworth drew her thin shawl around the little 
golden head that already drooped drowsily Upon 
her shoulder, and thought with a deep sensation 
of gratitude upon the shelter heaven lnvd pro¬ 
vided her in her sorest strait. 
It was an oddly shaped old farm-house, gray 
with the storms of nearly half a century, with a 
broad door-stone, overhung by giant lilac hushes, 
and a kitchen where, even in the bloomy month 
of June, a great fire roared up the wide-throated 
chimney, and shining rows of tins winked and 
glittered at every upward leap of the flames. 
Such a neat kitchen as it was! The floor-hoards 
white as snow, the windows clear as diamonds, 
the hearth trimly brushed up, and the table 
spread for supper in the middle of the room. 
Mrs. Ellsworth's heart involuntarily warmed at 
the genial sight. 
Mr. Raynesford jumped out of the wagon, 
threw the reins over a post, and went in to con¬ 
ciliate his domestic despot, 
“Look here, Hannah,” said he, to a tall, an¬ 
gular-looking female who emerged from a pantry 
near by, at the sound of his footstep, her face 
nearly or quite us sour as (he saucer of pickles 
she was carrying, “jest set a couple more plates 
on the table, will you? I’ve brought home a 
woman and a little gal that I found a piece be¬ 
low here, e’en a’raost tired to death. They was 
( THOM E NEEDS FOB HOT'-ItEDS—Sent 
V J post-paid, Oi any address upon receipt of flip annexed 
pn< cents ti oz. Fer packet. 
Cabbage, Early York. 20 5c 
Do. Winningetudl. 25 5c 
Cauliflower, half Early Paris the 
best early, _ . .. .. 25c 
Cucumber, Extra Early Russian.... 17 5c 
Do. New Ce/voari Hybrid, extra line 25 5c 
Kbit JAhhI. large xmm>th purple_ 50 5c 
” *• Scarlet French highly 
ornamental. 10c 
Lettuce. Early Curled Silemu. 17 5c 
Do Royal Cape Head. 17 5c 
Do True Boston Curled, excel¬ 
lent and beautiful... 10c 
Peppers, Sweet Moan tain- tlx, best 
very large and line. ... . 35 10c 
R*d<*li, Early l.OtJgScarlet A Round 
Turnip. .. .. 10 Sc 
Tomato. Extra Early Smooth Red, 
very solid. 20 5c 
Do Lester's Perfected, very 
solid.,.,. .. 10c 
Do New White. 10c 
tT“Catalogues giving a list find detailed description of 
every variety of VEGETABLES and FLOWERS worth* 
of cultivation, and also a list of all the ffovelli'.«for 1863, 
with full direction* for cultivation, will be funvurded to anv 
address upon receipt of n three cent stamp. 
S86-.31 MrKLWAlN BROS., Springfield, Mass. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
HISTORICAL ENIGMA. 
• I am composed of 12 letters. 
My 6, 8, 1, 2 was one of the seven Kings of Rome, during 
whose reign the temple of Junos was built, which was 
open during war and closed during peace. 
My 7, 2, 8, 12, 2 in a name inseparably connected with that 
of the poet sage uf the fourteenth century. 
My 1, 2, 6, 0, 8, 2 is a fortress in Lombardy, for the pos¬ 
session of Which were fought some of the bloodiest 
conflicts of Napoleon's first Italian campaign. 
My 1, 8, 3, 2, 4 was one of Napoleon's most devoted Gen¬ 
erals, whose bravery on many a bloody field wrung 
from his enemies that victory which otherwise would 
have reverted to his foes. 
My 10, 11, 7,11,6, 2 1*that lonely sea-girt isle in the south 
Atlantic, made memorable as having been the scene 
of the last act In the life drama of the world's warrior 
chieftain—Napoleon Bonaparte. 
My 6, 6, 7, 11 is one of the bloodiest naval engagements 
upon record, and at which Nelson laid tlie foundation 
of that fame which bos made him the hero of naval 
warfare. 
My whole was the man, who, bursting the bonds that 
bound hint to the Church in which lie was brought up_ 
rolled back the tide of ignorance, bigotry and superstition 
which hod been leveling the landmarks of civilization du¬ 
ring that long night of darkness which enveloped the 
middle ages. L’Aspirant. 
East Smitlifield, Pa., 1863. 
13?” Answer in two weeks. 
rpO FARMERS, 
TO TDA.XR.YIVrEINr, 
TO COUNTRY MERCHANTS. 
TO ALL WHO HAVE FOB SALE 
Sorghum Sugar and SSirup, 
Furs tend tSltins, 
FVuith., dry and gret-n. 
Hut ter. Cheese, 
Lard, Hams, 
Kggs, I *oult ry. 
Game, Vegetables, 
Flour, Grain, 
Seeds, IIojjs, 
Cotton, XFlssx, 
Tallow, Wool. 
Stnrch, 
Can have them xotU sold at the highest prices in New York, 
with full cash returns promptly after their reaching the 
city, by forwarding them to the Commission House for 
Country Produce, of 
JOblAII CAHI’ENTKK, 
82 Juy Street, New York. 
N. B.— The advertiser has bad abundant experience in 
this business, aud trusts that be will continue to merit pat¬ 
ronage by the most careful attention to the interests of his 
Patrons. The articles ate taken charge of on their arrival, 
and carefully disposed of, promptly, to good cosh customers, 
and ca-h returns made immediately to tlu> owner. (The 
highest charge made for receiving and selling is 6 percent.) 
A New York Weekly Price Current is turned by J. Car¬ 
penter, which is sent free to all bis patrons. A specimen 
copy sent free to any desiring it. A trial will prove tbe 
above facts. For abundant references as to responsibility, 
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V37~ Cash advanced on consignments of Produce. 
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prices curmEisn:’, 
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For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker, 
GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 10 letters. 
My 5, 17, 18, 2 is one of the United States. 
My 6, 14, 5, 10 is a town in Pennsylvania. 
My 3, 5,16.11, 1, 6,13 is a county in Virginia. 
My 16, 0, 10, 16 Is a river in England. 
My 5, 7, 12, 2,11, 2 is a town in Central New York. 
My 13, 8, 4, 17 is a river In Spain. 
My whole is the name of a celebrated writer. 
Spencer, Tioga Co., N. Y., 1863. “Mart. 
Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
GEOGRAPHICAL DECAPITATIONS. 
BEiitAD a river in Europe and leave a part of a har¬ 
ness. 
Behead a city in the United States and leave useful ani¬ 
mals. 
Behead a river in North America and leave an animal. 
Behead a mountain in Africa and leave an adverb. 
Behead a county in tbe Southern States and leave one 
of their exports. 
Behead a cape iu Africa and loavo a kind of coffee. 
Behead a country iu Secessia and leave a kind of tree. 
Behead a lake in Asia and leave an article. 
Bristol. NVis., 1863. Albert O. M. Lisland. 
gjp*” Answer in two weeks. 
MOOEE’S EUEAL IIEW-Y0EKEK, 
THE LARGEST CiRCri.ATKD 
Agricultural, Literary and Family Newspaper, 
IS PUBLISHED EVERT SaTU^BAV BY 
D. D. T. MOORE, ROCHESTER, N.Y. 
AN ANAGRAM. 
A sathabb lewl tensp 
Ginrhs a kewc fo tonnect, 
Dan gtrthens fro etli loits fo het romowr; 
Tub a basthab derofanp, 
Rovtshewea eb naidge, 
Si a tercani nuucrofrer of orrows. 
Elkliom, NVis., 1863. Frrd. NV. Isqam. 
XSYT Answer in two weeks. 
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For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
ARITHMETICAL QUESTION. 
A man went into a store arid bought 20 apples for 20 
cents. For some he paid at the rate of 4 cents each; 
some at the rate of 2 for a cent, and some at the rate of 4 
for a cent. How many of each kind did he buy. 
NVatertown, N. Y., 1863. G. C. B. 
J3r“ Answer in two weeks. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &c., IN No. 685. 
Answer to Illustrated Rebus:—Incapacity and inability 
are not synoymous with sin. 
Answer to Biographical Enigma:—The destruction of 
the cargo of tea in Boston Harbor. 
Answer to Enigma:—Solomon. 
Answer to Geographical Decapitations:—Brook, Prussia, 
Pearl, Dover, Galicia, NValton, Vale, Truth, Pike, Flint. 
