OVbiurtiscmcuts 
the old, sweet story. She grew in six months 
from romping, reckless girlhood, to gentle, reti¬ 
cent. and most graceful womanhood. All the 
tenderness of her nature, which had waited bo 
many years for its object, overflowed at last, 
longing, dreamiDg heart, passionate, earnest soul 
were satisfied. And for once she built no altar 
to a false idol. Her nature was so pure it tested 
those she met like a touchstone. It had no aflin- 
ity with evil, and her choice fell worthily. Nelson 
Harding deserved all—love, confidence, tender 
girlish trust. I think, too, his devotion was not 
less intense than her own-not less utterly ab¬ 
sorbing. He, too, was an orphan, and the new 
tie was his all. 
They had been engaged six months when the 
war broke out They were not to marry for two 
or three years; but they met daily, and so wait¬ 
ing was not wearisome. When the war began 
Marcery had been half afraid Nelson would 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
THE THINKING MIND, THE TOILING HAND 
R etcrved soldiers can MAKE FROM MTO 
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“Ail about it" addrei-s E.G. SiORKE, Auburn, N. Y. 
UY A. S. HOOKBR. 
Why is ambition like a weathercock? Be¬ 
cause it is a vane and glittering thing to a-spire. 
Many a preacher complains of empty pews 
when they are really not much emptier than the 
pulpit. 
Tis little wonder that men so often lie, when 
they find how many enemies they make by tell¬ 
ing the truth. 
A Philadelphia editor affirms that the poeti¬ 
cal age of woman is thirty, when they begin to 
love conscientiously. 
Ip a railroad man were to listen to the railing 
of a set of sfaarp-tODgued women around a tea- 
table, he would think it a rare specimen of the T 
rail. 
“ Dey zay Virginia ish de moder of Presi¬ 
dents,” said a soldier of the Rappahannock who 
bad “ fit mit Sigel,” “ but I should zay zhe ish de 
mudder of us all.” 
That was a triumphant appeal of a lover of 
antiquity, who, in arguing the superiority of 
old architecture over the new, said: — “Where 
will you find any modern building that has 
lasted so long as the ancient?” 
A poor author, who excites the hostility of the 
"Where’er we gaze on life's broad ways, 
On ocean or on land, 
We ever find the thinking mind 
Controls the toiling hand. 
From where the ship with white wings spread 
Goes dancing o’er the main, 
To where the iron reaper grasps 
The yellow bearded grain; 
From where the bright freight crowds the wharves, 
Or busy spindles hum. 
From out the coal-mint’s blackened mouth 
We hoar the lewon come, 
Art gathers every source of wealth 
From valley, lull and plain, 
And Commerce scatters far and wide 
Her spoils from each domain. 
While Manufacture's anvil rings, 
And sounds lior turning wheel, 
And Agriculture clcaveB the soil 
With blade of polished steel. 
Mind calls them forth, Mind makes their law; 
Ki h turning wheel and hand, 
Each speeding plow the mind directs, 
And rules each toiling hand, 
See where the railroad’s thread-like track 
Winds out o'er hill and vale, 
And speed* the fiery monarch, steam, 
Along the Iron rail,— 
Or where the steamer’s rushing prow 
Swift through the water glides, 
And throws the blue waves white with foam 
In eddies from her sides; 
Or whore the lightnings ride the wire, 
And bear from land to land 
The messages which Thought lias framed 
To guide the toiling hand. 
Go where the serried ranks of death 
Their volleyed shots discharge, 
And standing firm, with bated breath 
Await the dreadful charge; 
There where opposing squadrons meet 
A* clashes steel to steel, 
And ’mid the clouds ol" dust and smoke 
In bloody conflict reel; 
Or where vast armies in their march 
Sweep cloud like o’er the land, 
Thought’s laws still bind, the thinking mind 
Directs the toiling hand- 
Go where Nevada's snowy ridge 
Towers over creek and bar, 
And see the flash of pick and spade 
Within the gulches far; 
There where the swarthy face of man 
Rights up the cavcraed mine, 
And nuggets of the gleaming ore 
With golden luster shine, 
You’ll find that Thought's unwritten law 
Controls each hardy band— 
There, too, you’ll find the thinking mind 
Still rule* the toiling hand. 
And lo I the press pours forth its quires, 
White sheaves of gathered thought— 
Like spirits bright they seek our homes, 
With Wisdom’* leseone fraught; 
The hurrying pens that w rite the laws, 
Or teach the words of life. 
The nation's halls w here patriot tones 
Roll back the tide of strife; 
And words low-spoltcn in their domes 
Re-echo o'er the land— 
All teach the lesson that the mind 
Thinks for the toiling hand. 
The thinking mind! the toiling hand! 
O noble brotherhood! 
Long be ye linked together 
In the cause of human good. 
Give honest Labor all its due, 
Give Thought the blest control, 
And the medieval darkness 
From the nations back w ill roll; 
Thou will Light and Strength united, 
Walk together through the land, 
And Mind fill Its noble mission 
To assist the toiling Hand. 
Lima N. Y., 1863. 
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For hours he Jay with her band in bis—waning. 
It was a strange feeling he had had when he 
heard her voice and met her eyes—a feeling that 
she had brought him his release from pain—that 
now ovod Death would treat him gently. But 
the strange thought may have been true. 
Through those long waiting hours, with her band 
in his. he did not suffer. De only felt his strength 
ebbing away, and knew that his life was dissolv- 
ing inlo moments. Just at the last his face 
brightened, and he whispered, 
“ Something tells me you are right, Margery, 
The future will not be dim and pale beside the 
present. It will be brighter. My soul before it 
leaves the body is asserting its own immortality. 
I know now that I shall live hereafter. Never 
think you are solitary again, child. I shall 
live, and I shall love you. Day times and 
night times will bring you nearer to me, each 
one.” 
Then a pause, broken only by her tears, 
which wet his hair, and her kisses on bis lips— 
then he cried, with one last effort, 
« Never be sorry, Margery, that I went. I am 
not. I fell doing God’s work. If I had turned 
my back upon the right I should have lost more 
than life. God loves yon, Margery. Be patient. 
One more kiss.” 
She bent lo give it to him, but when she raised 
her head there was no light in the swiftly glaz¬ 
ing eyes—his soul was marching on. 
Oh, if I could but have told you that be got 
fetter—that her coming brought him healing— 
that he lived to love her in this world—you 
would not have thought my story so sad then: 
but mayhap it would have been sadder. It is 
the sleep which knows no earthly waking, and 
critics, is covered all over with quills like a 
hedge hog. But he differs from the porcupine in 
the fact that quills are shot into him instead of 
being weapons for him to shoot into others. 
A musician near Eccles, in Lancaster, one 
George Sharp had. his name painted on his door 
thus:—“G. Sharp.” A wag of a painter, who 
knew something of music, early one rooming 
made the following significant and undeniable 
addition—“is A flab” 
A gentleman being asked by a lady to send 
her his photograph, accompanied the carte de 
visite with the following epigram: 
“1 send the picture, (lay it on the shelf I) 
Another time I wish your gentle heart 
Would kindly hid me tiring my solid self, 
And not (God ble&S me) send an empty carte.'” 
A Yankee hoy had a whole Dutch cheese set 
before him by a waggish friend, who, however, 
gave him no knife. “ This is a funny cheese, 
Uncle Joe, but where shall I cut it?” “Oh,” 
said the grinning friend. “ cut it where you like. 
“ Very well," said the Yankee, coolly putting 
it under bis arm, “1*11 cut it at. home." 
“ M v dear Ellen,” said Mr. Eastman to a young 
lady whose smiles he was seeking, “I have long 
strong. She would be the consoler, not me 
temptress. 
When her lover looked into her eyes he knew 
her thought. Still he asked the question, 
“What am I to do, Margery?” 
“What God and your own soul tell you?” 
“And you, child?” 
“I am to wait and bear; or, perhaps^!, too, 
shall find my work.” 
So Nelson Harding had marched away in the 
August sunshine, and Margery Dane was to 
commence her waiting. 
Honor to the bravo who fight aDd conquer, or 
fight and fait! But, is theirs the hardest fate? 
Do not those gutter more who can not lose in 
action their fear and anguish?—who mint count 
slow hours, shudder at tidings of onward move¬ 
ments, live on fragments of newspapers? Ay; 
and is it not true that every bullet shoots double, 
and the shot which flies furthest makes the sorest 
wound? 
But Margery’s waiting did not last long. iSo 
soon, that it scarcely seemed as if the regiment 
could have reached its destination, the news of 
Antietani came. The Sixteenth were engaged 
in it, and she read among the wounded the name 
of Lieutenant Nelson Harding. She was a slight, 
delicately organized little thing. Her tall, strong 
lover had been wont, to call her his child; but the 
child did not shriek or faint. She did not even 
cry. Some spirit other than her own seemed to 
have taken possession of her—a cool, brave spirit, 
strong to do and to dare! She went to the room 
where her uncle and aunt were sitting together. 
They started when they saw Ihe. white, firm face, 
whence all the pink preltiness was gone as 
utterly as if it had been touched by death. 
“I am going to Washington, uncle. Lieuten¬ 
ant Harding is wounded, ne will be in the 
hospital. The next train leaves in an hour.” 
“But, child, you must not go alone!” said 
Mr. Dane, with startled face and wondering eyes. 
“Do you want me?” 
“As you please. It might be a help, if you 
could get away in time. There is only an hour.” 
She shut the door. Her uncle and aunt ex¬ 
changed glances. 
“She will co.” Mrs. Dane said; “1 know her. 
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For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
HISTORICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 42 letter?. 
My 41, 3, 7,13,10 was a great General, spoken of in His¬ 
tory. 
My 1, 8, 11, 3ft, 36, 16, 30 was a General in the Indian 
war. 
My 6,18, 30, 26,12, 7, 22 was a British General. 
My 6, 21, 42, 23, 27, 31 is a c-ity in the Eastern States. 
My 5, 2ft, 2, 30, 21, 20, 30 is a noted city in the West. 
My 24, 40, 32, 25, 19 was a General in a Tripolitan war. 
My 41, 33, 0,14,10,10, 30 was a distinguished Statesman. 
My 4, 33, 41, 3ft, 27, 31, 33,12, 34 is a town of much note. 
My 42, 17,10, 28, 25, 37,1 is a man spoken of in History. 
My ft, 3, 32, 16, 39, 2, 12, 87 was a good Statesman. 
My whole is what all should do. 
Perryton, 111., 1363. Henry J. Walter. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorke 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
ONE OF MANY 
Oh! how the music, the wild war-music, rose 
and swelled as the company marched down the 
street of the little country town! How the 
banners shook and the bayonets glittered in the 
August sunshine! Blue were the skies over- 
headi and along the way-side the fields were 
green, and the scent of flowers was in the air. 
For a moment Margery Dane looked out from 
her window; then she drew down the curtain, 
and held her hands over her ears, trying to shut 
out sight and sound. 
“ Are they treading on the ground or on my 
heart?” she cried, with a passionate despair in 
her tones. “He is marching away, and he will 
Pity me, Heaven; I 
I am composed of 17 letters. 
My 7,15,14,14, 2, 16 is a place of disgrace. 
My 8, 10, ft, 3,16, 12 is peculiar to American Institutions. 
My 5, 0,11,17 is u kind of bird. 
My 7, 13, 3,11,17 is a place dreaded by many. 
My 1,10,14, 16 people should keep free from. 
My 4,15,11,15, 1, IT, 9, 5 H the desideratum of stock¬ 
holders. r 
My whole is a truthful Spanish proverb. 
Otter Creek, Mich,, 1863. • Julia. 
Answer in two weeks. 
was, occupying much ol ms time irom morning 
till night. 
It was on one pf these occasions, after the 
labors and toils of the day were over, he returned 
to his home weary and overcome with the fatigue 
of his employment and throwing himself in his 
easy chair, he fell into a sound sleep. In the 
meantime a couple who had been waiting ini pa¬ 
tiently for some time for ihe justice to join them 
iu wedlock, presented themselves in another part 
of the house and made known their interesting 
desire to Mrs. Chase, who, somewhat contused 
and agitated, attended them to the sleeping jus¬ 
tice, whom she found it was difficult to arouse. 
Shaking him by the shoulder, she called out, 
“Mr. Chase, Mr. Chase, do pray wake up; here 
is a couple come to be married.” The justice 
having administered oaths all day, was dreaming 
of nothing else, half-waked, nibbing his eyes and 
looking al the wistful pair, asked: 
“Are you the pair?” 
They nodded assent 
“ Well, hold up your hands.” They did so 
with some hesitation. “ You severally, solemnly 
swear that you will faithfully perform the duties 
of your offices, respectively, according to your 
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For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
AN ANAGRAM. 
never march hack again, 
am losing my last sight at him.” 
Up again went the curtain, but the last man 
had gone by. The martial music floated back, 
softened by distance to pity and tender pain, 
instead of triumph. Margery was indeed alone. 
She had had a lonely life. Not that she Ipul 
been poor, or ill-treated, or in anywise perse¬ 
cuted. But she had neither father nor mother, 
brothers uor sisters. She had a fortune of her 
own: a very comfortable one they called it in 
that little Qpuntry town: and the uncle and aunt 
with whom she lived were kind to her and sel¬ 
dom crossed her wishes. But if you have ever 
lived just such a life, you know what loneliness 
means. One would rather have even harsh 
blame from those whose love is their authority 
than the cool kindness of people too indifferent 
to censure. Margery hud not been morbid or 
sentimental in girlhood, or even in childhood. | 
When her heart ached for love, for mother-kisses 
and fatherly praises, she scarcely understood what 
she wanted herself, and only betrayed the secret 
pain by her utter recklessness of danger. No boy 
in Weatville rode such gay horses, or climbed such 
high trees, because not a boy there but knew 
some heartwould ache ifill befell him. Want of 
love made Margery reckless. 
But when she was sixteen love came. It was 
Yn tevnai aby si lame dan girbht, 
Sa eer ti awa fo orey, 
Newh, ni eth sayd i'o phoe nad vole, 
I doost poun tis resho. 
Teh ysk si tvigglon, fost, nad elnb, 
Sa cone ni tough ti ildems, 
Nweh renraas eass dna mremus sieks 
Ewer yalwas tirbgh dan limd. 
Harmony, N. J., 1863. Martha Miller. 
Answer in two weeks. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &c., IN No. 697. 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma:—It is better to trust 
in the Lord than to put confidence in man. 
Answer to Anagram: 
If words could satisfy the heart 
The heart might find less care; 
But word#, like summer birds depart, 
And leave bnt empty air. 
A little said— and truly said— 
Can deeper joy impart , 
Than hosts of words which reach the head, 
But never touch the heart. 
Answer to Practical Question:—B is to use undivided 
wheat for the last sowing. 
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Covington, Columbus, Rochester, Cleveland, Springfield, 
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were sbut resolutely The dav-laborer. who earns, with horny hand 
his ghastly face was and the sweat ot bis brow, coarse tood tor a wife 
: his convulsed feat- and children whom ho loves, is raised by this 
»earing silently. At generous motive to true dignity; and though 
The old fond look wonting the refinements of life, is a nobler being 
I think be forgot for than those who think themselves absolved by 
