I did not know, now, what to do; so, stepping 
out after her, I placed the book in her hands. 
“You must sit near, then,” she said, as my 
voice is not loud, nor my enunciation very dis¬ 
tinct. Will you have this chair?” 
“No,” said I, £ ‘I will bring one from the 
library.” 
“This chair is beautiful,” said she. “I wish 
you had two. Then I should not feel as though 
I discomforted you. Perhaps, though, you do 
not approve of pairs! But I think 1 merit a 
good place here. Do you see how I trained 
these honeysuckles this morning before you 
were stirring? I did not know what room this 
piazza led into. If I had known it was the 
library, 1 should have stepped in and furnished 
your table with a bouquet, and arranged your 
papers. I believe the gentlemen think the ladies 
famous for arranging papers—don’t they?” 
“I don't know,” said I; “will you read?” 
“Presently,” said she; “I want to look at this 
engraving a moment. What a Cue one! Evan¬ 
geline sitting by a grave. What a lovely face! 
I ought to lie able to read ber story after study¬ 
ing this face. What a fine conception of the 
character the artist must have had! I do not see 
how you could help reading the poem, after 
looking at this engraving, and observing the 
quotation under it: 
“ ‘Sat by soiyk' nameless grave, and thought that perhaps 
in its bosom 
He was already at rest and she longed to slumber beside 
the strangest productions of a strange world. I 
sometimes, through curiosity, read a volume of 
story, but I found few sentiments that affected 
me with other emotions than those of weariness or 
wonder. 1 do not claim to have been devoid of 
sensibility. On the contrary, I was, like all of 
my unfortunate constitution, painfully sensitive. 
But my sensations, passions, hopes, aspirations, 
all were so different from others that I often felt 
1 hardly belonged to the brotherhood of man. 
After spending a year in travel, I returned 
home to the farm. I could not understand the 
world of man. It was needless for me to study 
it I must deal with matter, instead. That was 
yielding, and would be moulded and influenced, 
—was governed by laws which were intelligible. 
The world pertinaciously refused to recognize 
me as a child, or to adopt me into the family. So 
I left it I was not misanthropic. My feelings 
were those of a stranger in a foreign land. The 
language and social customs, so significant to the 
inhabitants, are meaningless to him, and. as it is 
more desolate to lie solitary in a crowd than 
alone, he withdraws. 
I remember my mother a pale, spiritual wo¬ 
man, who early left us to dwell with the angels. 
My father, later, rested beside her, beneath the 
pendant branches of the yew tree which his own 
hands had planted. 
My step-mother, and her daughter still lived on 
the farm. They were delicate women—looked 
fair as lily-cups—ethereal as the exhalation of 
spring flowers. There appeared, beween us, to 
be no kinship. There was no familiarity. It 
would have seemed sacrilege for me even to have 
touched ahem of their garments. 
At twenty.fivo l was regarded a confirmed 
bachelor 
Where is the snow ? 
>T:k not long ago 
It coven'll the earth with a veil of white 
Wc heard not Ids footsteps soft nnd light, 
Yet there it was in tho morning bright; 
Now it lisUi vanished away from sight. 
Not a trace remains 
In fields or lanes. 
Where is the frost! 
They are gone and lost— 
The forms of beauty last night it made. 
With pictures rare were windows arrayed; 
“Be silent,” it said; the brook obeyed. 
Yet silence and pictures all did fade. 
At the smile of the sun, 
All was undone. 
Where is the rain? 
Pattering it came. 
Dancing along with a merry sound. 
A grassy lied in the fields it found; 
Each drop came on the roof with a bound. 
Where is the rain ? It has left the ground. 
• Wlmt good hath it done 
Gone away so soon ? 
LITTLE JOKEES 
Typographical errors come in very odd 
some times. The other day we were reading a 
description of enthusiastic demonstrations at a 
political gathering, when the type went on with, 
“The air wan rent with the snouts of three thou¬ 
sand people.” 
A little four-year old the other day non¬ 
plussed its mother by making the following 
inquiry: 
“ Mother, if a man is a Mister, ain’t a woman a 
Mistery?” 
Punch thinks it would be well to substitute 
“No cake” for “No cards” after some marriage 
notices, and in a case, now and then, fancies 
“ No nothing” would not be amiss. 
Many persons who have a raging war-fever 
before going into battle, are apt to get the ague 
afterward. 
“Mr. Brown, I owe you a grudge, remem¬ 
ber that” “ I shall not be frightened, then, for I 
never knew you to pay anything that you owed.” 
The following appeared on a letter from a 
soldier, addressed to a young lady: 
“ Soldier’s letter and ua’rn red. Ilard tack in 
place of bread. Postmaster, shove this through. 
I’ve na’ra stamp, hut seven months’ due.” 
Prentice wickedly says: —“As provisions 
are so scarce and dear in the Confederacy, Jeff. 
Davis, by issuing proclamations for last days, 
lias evidently been trying to make a virtue of 
necessity.” 
OAXTON'H HAND-BOOK 
H M 
TOBACCO CULTURE, 
Being a complete Manual or Practical Guido for the selec¬ 
tion of the Soil and ite Preparation; kind and quality of 
manure", to be used, and how applied: growth of plants; 
transplanting and mode of culture gene-ally, from time of 
planting the send bed, through harvesting, curing, and pre¬ 
paration for market. With Illustrations, showing the plant 
_* .... ..r ...It. 
Ever, ever, 
Our beat endeavor 
Seemeth to fall like the melted snow. 
We work out our thoughts wisely and slow; 
The seed wc sow but it will not grow. 
Our hopes, our resolves—where do they go ? 
What doth remain ? 
Memory and pain. 
Nothing is lost— 
No snow nor frost 
Thai como to enrich the earth again. 
Wc t hank them when the ripening grain 
Is waving over the hill and plain, 
And the pleasant rain springs from earth again. 
All endeth in good— 
Water and food. 
Never despair: 
Disappointment bear, 
Though hope seemeth vain, be patient still; 
Thy good intents God doth fulfill. 
Thy hand is weak; His powerful will 
Is finishing thy life-work still. 
The good endeavor 
Is lost—ah ! never. 
[ Christian Inquirer. 
Yd for man I had a reverence more 
than many have fur their Maker, while.for wo¬ 
man I felt it worship such as the church pays to 
the Blessed Virgin. All women were holy — 
were glorified Madonnas to me. I could, I 
thought, have dealt with real angels—with any¬ 
thing tangible—but 1 shrank from all contact 
with those inexplicable representative angels — 
women. 
The old farm, which had now passed into my 
hands, was large, productive and beautiful—situ¬ 
ated, quite to my taste, among the bills of New 
Hampshire. It was well my employment was 
agriculture. Success in any other department of 
labor would have been impossible. 
I took up my bachelor abode in a Library — a 
sort of appendage to the dwelling-house, but 
communicating with it only by a balcony door, 
leading into the main entrance hall, llerc 1 
could sit undisturbed, in dressing-gown and slip 
pers, pursuing those abstractions in which 1 
delighted; only issuing forth from my hermit cell 
to superintend the farming. 
Soon after I had become fairly established, a 
young lady cousin of mine, whom I had seldom 
met, came from the city to spend the summer 
with us. She came by im itation of my mother 
and sister (as they were called.) who gave her a 
warm welcome, as they were fond of society, and 
cousin Diana was intelligent and agreeable. I 
was glad of her coming, as, ensconced in my 
library, 1 thought I could now he even more con¬ 
stantly alone. 
Not many days after her arrival, as I was sit¬ 
ting in after-dinner idleness, i heard a gentle tap 
at my door. 1 arose to answer it, expecting sister 
Lucy, to announce some gentleman. I was sur¬ 
prised to see Diana, who appeared as though she 
expected me to ask her to enter, which I accord¬ 
ingly did. 
“Cousin Edkon,” said she, “Mrs. Hall and 
Lucy are resting, which leaves me alone, as 1 
never indulge iu an afternoon siesta. I have 
called to ask if I can lake a book from your 
library?” 
“Certainly,” said I, throwing open the doors 
of the cases, ” if J have any to your taste. Please 
look at them.” 
“I see you are not occupied,” said she, “ will 
you assist me in making a selection?” 
I looked at her in despair. What intellectual 
manna would please her appetite? 1 had no 
idea. Finally 1 took down a ponderous volume 
of “ Ilunton’e Indian Wars,” and told her she 
might find that stirring. She looked at me in¬ 
credulously, saying: 
“ Have you read it ?” 
“Yes” said J, shortly. 1 saw that she was in¬ 
clined to he quizzical, and I began to more than 
doubt my wit in the selection. 
“On a warm summer afternoon?” she asked. 
“No,” said 1, “I think it was on a winter 
evening.” 
••0, well," said she, “I’ll wait until winter. 
Got any stories ?” 
“There maybe some. I think there are. The 
books are not all of my selection.” 
“ Poems ?” 
“A few. Here they are.” 
“ Eureka!” she exclaimed, taking a copy of 
Longfellow’s Evangeline. “Here we have the 
t wo combined — the novel and poem. You are 
iamUiar with it?” 
“ No, I have never read it.” 
“ Never read Longfellow’s Evangline, cousin ! 
I thought you had been through college.” 
“ 1 have, but they do not teach ‘ Longfellow ’ 
in college.” 
“ You must have had some leisure. And why 
did you not read Evangeline, when you had so 
handsome a copy ?” 
‘•I don’t know,” I replied, feeling peculiarly 
awkward. 
“You should read it without a moment’s 
delay,” she said,—“this very afternoon. Wijl 
you?” 
I was ready to say anything to end the discus¬ 
sion, so I promised. 
“ And T will listen to you,” she continued. “ I 
will sit in that rustic seat in the balcony, where 
I can hear you read, if it will not disturb you. 
Will it?” 
“0, by no means,” I replied, as I did not 
know what else to say; so, leaving the door 
open, she seated herself by an open -window. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA 
I am composed of 26 letters. 
My 13, 16, 23, 3 is a river iu France. 
My 6, 21, 8, 10,1 is a river in Scotland. 
My 18, 8, 17, 26, 12 is a river in Europe. 
My 10, 24, 6,10, 7, 8 is an island iu the Mediterranean. 
My 20, 11, 8, 23.19 is n river in Europe. 
My 2, 19, 7, 22, 28, 8 is a mountain in Italy 
My 9, 4, 12, 17, are mountains iu Europe. 
My 14, 7, 17, 8, 12 is a seaport town in Scotland. 
My whole is a common adage. 
Newton Falls, Ohio, 1803. Mary S. A 
£2?" Answer in two weeks. 
This FORK received the First I’rnmimn at tho N. Y. 
State Fair, 1W2, and at every Fair where exhibited, and is 
universally acknowledged to be the best in use. 
N. 13.—All pcntouK are cautioned not to moke, sell, or 
use Horse-Forks with tines similar to this, or similar to it 
in any particular. M 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
A LEAF OF LIFE 
r jAO PAKMEKS, 
TO ]DA.XR,Y3VEE3Sr, 
TO COUNTRY MERCHANTS. 
TO ALL WHO HAVE FOR SAEE 
Sorghum Hujvrir and Wirup, 
E 1 urs and Nit ins. 
Fruits, dry and green, 
U utter. Cheese, 
Lard, Hams, 
Eggs, Poultry, 
Game, "Vegetables, 
Flour, Grain, 
Seeds, Hops, 
Cotton, ITlax, 
Tallow, Wool, 
Htarcb, Ac., &c., 
Can have them well sold at the highest prices iu New York, 
with full cash returns promptly after their reaching the 
city, by forwarding them to the Commission House for 
Country Produce, of 
JOBIAU CAKPENTF.il, 
Hi! Juy Street, New York. 
N. IL— The advertiser has had abundant experience in 
this business, and trusts that tin will continue to merit pat¬ 
ronage by the most careful attention to the interests of his 
patrons. The articles are taken charge of on their arrival, 
and carefully disposed of, promptly, to good cash customers, 
and ea«h returns made immediately to the owner. (The 
highest charge nude for receiving and selling is 5 tier cent.) 
A New York Weekly f’nce Current is issued by J. Car¬ 
penter, which Is sent Tree to all Iris p.itronrt. A specimen 
copy sent free to any desiring it, A trial will prove the 
above fact-. For abundant references ns to responsibility’! 
integrity, Act, seo the “ Price Current. ’ 
Cash advanced on consignments of Produce. 
SEND IVOR. 
A. FREE COPY 
o v 
PRICES CURRENT, 
AND ALL OTHER PARTICULARS, 
r a 
JOSIAII CARPENTER, 
JVtf. 32 JitU street, JVtto York. 
BY E. A. SANDFORD 
There are persons who appear to have found 
their way to Earth by some mistake. Whether 
they were intended for inhabitants of Venus or 
Mars, we cannot say; hut they seem not en rap¬ 
port with their surroundings here. No one un¬ 
derstands Ilium— they cun understand no one. 
They are constantly in a mist, and walk as in a 
dream, from which they awaken only when they 
leave the clay bodies which confine them to this 
prison-planet,. Some are strangely out of con¬ 
cord with all they meet here others, with only 
a part. While some are in such harmony with 
inanimate Nature as to understand all the whis¬ 
perings and thundcilngs of kcr inarticulate 
voices, and live in such sympathetic nearness 
to her heart as to experience the most pleasing 
responsive throbs, there appears to be no con¬ 
sonance between them and animal' 1 creation. 
Their natures seem to be so differently attuned 
from others, that all the music of their lives must be 
a solo, without one harmonious blending of sweet 
sounds, without ever awakening one echo from 
any human heart. We hope that in the music of 
Heaven,—more nicely modulated than that of 
earth,— they may find their symphonies. 
I must confess to being one of these unfortu¬ 
nates. A sad fate; hut perhaps not more Had than 
human life will average. I ,ike others, I have had 
my enjoyments and griefs in about equal propor¬ 
tion. But I have had them alone. For some 
reason i was prejudged, aud sentenced to soli¬ 
tary confinement, in this great world of life. But 
Nature has not fogotten her law of compensation. 
If my heart has not been warmed by human 
sympathy, neither have I caused a tear to liow. 
I went through college creditably. The boys 
called me a queer fellow, and i received from 
them, aside, such appellations as “Anchorite,” 
“ Recluse.” &c. But they treated me with much 
of the same deference I Felt for them. We always 
have a respect for what we cannot fully compre¬ 
hend. This was doubtless the basis of the feel¬ 
ing which existed between us. There was a 
chain of sympathy between them. In their rol¬ 
licking mirth, and roguish trickery, they al 1 seemed 
simultaneously to feel the electrical influence, 
and act in happy concert. But I was not sus¬ 
ceptible to this influence, and my presence was 
only a check on their spirits. I could not learn 
to participate in, or even to understand their 
social happiness. So I stood apart, and walked 
alone, us much a strangor as though I had just 
arrived from some foreign port, without lan¬ 
guage, thoughts, or sensations, even, in common 
with others. 
With the college professors, I found a good de¬ 
gree of favor. I was very fond of study—espe¬ 
cially of the natural sciences, and tho mathematics. 
I uever was happier than in finding the solution 
of an intricate problem. But 1 saw more truth 
and beauty in the harmony of a proportion, than 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker, 
BIOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 17 lelt-urs. 
My 12, 13, 17, 13, 18 was a king of Egypt. 
My 2, 4,13, 3, 8, 13, 10 was a celebrated painter of an¬ 
tiquity. 
My 1ft, 7, 4, 4, A, 10 was u Greek poetess. 
My 2, 9, ft, It, 3, 12, 11 was a British theological writer. 
My ft, 16, 12, 11, 1 was a Grecian poet. 
My 6, 2, 14, 14, 13, 17 was a General in the revolution. 
My whole is a popular writer of the present day. 
Utica, N. Y., 1863. G. E. Lkland. 
Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
MATHEMATICAL QUESTION. 
THERE is a bell at Oxford, England, called “ Big Tom.” 
Suppose it to bo 10 feet high above n base line drawn 
across the mouth, and 1ft feet across the base line, what 
will be the length of the clapper that is just long enough 
to hit tho edge of the hell; aud what. Is the area of the 
section of the circle described by the clapper in striking 
both sides, allowing nothing for the thickness of the 
tongue y James Harris. 
Lyndon, Catt. Co., N. Y., 1863. 
JjjS" Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
AN ANAGRAM. 
Lai alih liet ayd fo ermeofcd tibrh, 
Sit mefa eb coheed norud eth torch, 
Litl yerv intona teahn toll uns, 
Ahs reande! eht mean fo nahsigwont. 
Union, Broome Co., N. Y., 1863. 
SQf” Answer in two weeks. 
Beta 
F OB SALK—TWO SPANISH JACKS, one nine and 
the other five vears old; both have proved good stock. 
The oldest Jack stands pj hands, the Other 13«l he is Ren¬ 
tin'In- I .red. For tortile a bus inquire iifW, 1 PRATT, or 
(Stf-tf If. CLARK, Buffalo, N. Y. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &c, IN No. 688. 
A TKACH KB OK FAINTING. - A lady who lias bad 
experience us a Teacher of Pair}!Inc, and can give sat- 
Lfactorv references, desires i idtualtou in some seminary. 
Academy, or Private School. Address TEACHER. Drawer 
819 Rochester. N. Y , or to care of Editor Rural Nkw- 
Yorkkii. to whom the advertiser refers. 
Answer to Illustrated Enigma: 
Some err in that, hut some err in this; 
Ton censure wrong for one who writes amiss. 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma:—Rural New-Yorker. 
Answer to Anagram; 
They came and went like shadows, 
The blessed dreams of youth, 
And they left behind no impress 
Or record of their truth. 
Then the future was all sunshine, 
In gorgeous robes arrayed; 
But ever as I’ve reached it 
Its sunshine turned to shade. 
)•j't' A MONTH 1—1 want to hire Agents in every coun- 
I•) ty nt $78 a month, expenses paid, to sell my new 
cap Family Sewing Machines. . .. . 
Address [678-lot] S. MADISON, Alfred. Maine. 
A MONTH!—We want Agents at $60 a month, 
"Vpcnson paid, to sell our Evrrtasliny I'enciU, On- 
intern, aim Bother new. article, lft circulars free. 
[ 078 -ldt] SHAW k CLARK, Bnldeford, lie. 
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Til 12 LARGEST CIRCULATED 
Agricultural, Literary aud Family Newspaper. 
IS PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY BY 
D. 1>. T. MOORE, ROCHESTER, N. Y. 
Office, Union Buildings, Opposite the Court Bouse, Buffalo St, 
?Abna1iscmcnt 
I T'Alt.VI Idlll SALK.—A deni mbits farm, 5a mile from 
. Hopewell .Station, on the Canandaigua & Elmira RR., 
5 miles from Canandaigua, 73 acres; good house, barn, 
orchard, wood, ite. For paetii ulms, inquire on the prem¬ 
ises, or of PITT MAY. Hopewell. N. Y. 
/ jTAHEITAN CANE KEE If.— The undersign- 
' J °d offer for sale a selected lot Of the above named 
need, ibe purest in the market, aud of testitt vitality. In 
onr lost vi-iii .* experiments, (with one improved timple¬ 
ments and method of manufacturing,) its juices granulated 
no lof-e readily and fully 'hat, is usually reported of the 
Southern Sugar Cane. We forward this seed, postage paid, 
at one dollar per pound. 
Address C. CORY & SONS. Lima, Indiana. 
Whether as bearing upon the happiness of 
parents themselves, or whether as affecting the 
character and lives of their children and remote 
descendants, we must admit, that, a right method 
of juvenile culture, physical, intellectual and 
moral, is a knowledge second to none in import¬ 
ance. This topic should occupy the highest and 
last place in the course of instruction passed 
through by each man and woman.— Spencer. 
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