“Yes, certainly," replied John; “but my con¬ 
science will not permit me to marry her in the 
form of the world’s people." 
“Very well. But you love her?” “Yes.” 
“And respect her?” “ Yes.” “ And cherish her 
as the bone of your bone and the flesh of your 
flesh?” “Yes, certainly I do.” “And will?” 
“ Yes.” 
Then turning to Sarah, the Governor said: 
“And you love and obey him?” “ Yes.” "And 
respect and cherish him?” “Certainly 1 do.” 
“And wW” “Yes.” 
“Then,” said the Governor, rising, “in the 
name of the laws of God and of the Common¬ 
wealth of Connecticut, I pronounce you man and 
wife.” 
The rage of John and Sarah was of no avail. 
The knot was tied by the highest authority of the 
state. 
ifornia, and after eight months’ sail we passed 
through the Golden Gate; for two or three years 
I was like a sea-bird, constantly on the wing, or 
a vessel driven by every wind, but I Anally 
came to anchor and met with pretty good success, 
I wrote two or three letters home, but afterward 
found they never reached the Post-Office, and if 
any were written me, I never received them. 
Then 1 looked forward to a future day, when I 
should lay off with my rough mining clothes my 
California habits, and go home,—so the idea of 
correspondence was dropped entirely. Two 
years ago I started on the overland route for the 
East,— we were a few miles this side of the 
Rocky Mountaiu Puss, when half-a-dozen of us 
went into a recruiting office and took oath to 
fight for the Stars and Stripes} and we have 
fought, and all have fallen but myself. It may 
be that in behalf of those ‘afflicted parents’ a 
protecting presence has been thrown around me 
in the day of battle,"—and Bill’s voice trembled 
under the weighty words,—“but they shall soon 
rejoice—I will write home to-day, and before 
two weeks come and go 1 shall be on my way to 
Rhode Island. That wandering scrap of news¬ 
paper kept me awake all night,—I could only 
liken it to the ghost of Ban quo at Macbeth's 
feast,” 
The nine days had passed; the —th Regi¬ 
ment left the fields of Tennessee for their various 
homes. 
In a small, brown house In Rhode Island there 
are evidences of new life; a quiet joy perfumes 
the very air, t he dishes in the open cupboard shine 
with evident satisfaction, the wide old fire-place 
has a look of welcome, the vacant chair is wait¬ 
ing for the one long missed at home. The hourB 
are full of love-prompted labors. There is a 
feeling of youth in the hearts of the “afflicted 
parents,” and their time-worn faces speak the 
language of gladness. 
Mrs. Worsen is combing the braid of hair 
that covers her husband's baldness. “I must 
rid up Charlie's room,” she says. “I washed 
the curtains last fall and laid 'em in the drawer 
with sweet lavender leaves,—it’s years since I 
have looKed into that room without feelin’ as 
though I was lookin’ into a grave; we must 
have shme l'resh cod in the cellar, father,—you 
know Charlie alters sot great store by 'em,” 
“Yes, I’ll Bend for some afore he gets here,” 
father replies. 
“And what a chile he was for strawberry 
short-cake—I'll make one for supper the night 
he gets here, and I’ll bake a turkey and have it 
cold.” 
“Better get Mi- /Cole to fix your turkey,— 
you’ll be all beat ovjl” Mr. Worden suggests. 
“I wish you'd pic?- basin of gooseberries for 
pies, end I'll save kune to stew. J wonder if 
Charlie ’ll think we've grown old much,” as 
she put the tiuisbiDg stroke on the gray hairs 
she has been arranging so carefully; “it’u’d be 
strange if we hadn't.” 
“ Now hand me my caue. mother, and I’ll work 
a spell in the garden. - 
“ Dig around the rose-bushes Charlie sot out 
afore he went away; well, it ain’t oftep that 
folks see a brighter day than the one that’s 
shinin’ on us." 
“ No,” and the old man looked backward over 
the long night, “but it’s a day bora of darkness." 
“ That’s true, JosiAUsbut dou’t cast no reflec¬ 
tions; airthly parents can learn of their Father 
in Heaven—He opens His heart when the wan¬ 
derer comes hack—the prodigal sou was met a 
long way off.” 
“ I ain’t disposed to fault-finding to-day, Sal- 
lie,” and a look of thankfulness rested on the 
benign face, as he passed over the worn door- 
sill. 
“We'd better send word to Bro. Benjamin, 
hadn’t we—they can come down on the evenin’ 
boat, and I should hope the Bay’d be smooth, 
Polly's so apt to be sea sick,” continued the 
old lady, following her husband to the door. 
The day of re-union came, fulfilling it« best 
promises. None cati appreciate the royal glo¬ 
ries with which such days, set at the end of 
months or years, are clad, except those who have 
walked the paths leading to them. Some tears 
were shed, but 
“ They resembled sorrow only, 
As the mist resembles rain.” 
"Utecrtiscmcnts 
peated Harding, looking at the torn paper 
again. “ The afflicted tell us of sleepless nights; 
they seek comfort, but cannot find it; they look 
out. on the earth for brightness, butitis not there; 
they listen for some note of joy, but in vain; 
they walk the furnace hourly; they lie down and 
rise up conscious of a paralyzing, benumbing 
sorrow,—of a burden that with iron pressure is 
crushing out, drop by drop, the very life-blood. 
Some characters are so strong that they undergo 
this martyrdom with a calm, stony exterior, and 
some under a smile,—the Spartan boy smiled 
while the fox gnawed him,—the Indian will suf¬ 
fer torture in disdainful silence, but the most are 
overborne and overcome.” 
There waa a little gleam of feeling under 
Bill’s dark lashes; still the curls of smoke went 
circling upward, widening and disappearing. 
“The great Father-heart pities such,” Har¬ 
ding continued; “Jescs has compassion for 
them; Solomon said all the days of the afflicted 
are evil; the inspired prophet teaches that ‘they 
who satisfy the afflicted, their light shall rise in 
obscurity, and their darkness be as the noon¬ 
day;' it s no light thing to be afflicted." 
“You ought to have been a preacher, Har¬ 
ding,” 
“I’ve heard orators depreciate their merits 
before,” said Bill, in reply to Harding’s Dega- 
tive. 
Bill reached out for the scrap of paper, ran 
his eye over the advertisement, then threw it 
down, and knocking the ashes from his pipe, 
began:—" I’ve Been men in California stop writ¬ 
ing to their wives after a little, and half or two- 
thirds of the fellows hadn’t a correspondent at 
(he East after they’d been there two years.” 
“Easily demoralized. 1 should say,” returned 
Haroing. 
“Not so easily, sir, if you consider the thou¬ 
sand influences that strive to get scope for de¬ 
structive action,—if you count the temptations 
and the varied shapes each one assumes, and 
add to this the fact that those men are but bro¬ 
ken links from far-off households, and after the 
toils and discouragements of the day, they can¬ 
not withdraw to the sacred precincts of home 
and repair inoral exhaustion, and so one cries 
Jo, here! and another, lo, there! and they go out 
(o the haunts of ruin, no! willingly at first, but 
driven by the goads of defeat and disappoint 
inent, or allured by the mirage of hopo. Many 
become the slaves of these vices, they fail in 
their business pursuits, letters from home may 
not reach them, and they cease to write; some¬ 
times the memory of sainted parents, the sound 
of church bells, or an old tune, may quicken 
them to unpleasant feelings, just as the first sen¬ 
sations of a frozen limb are painful. 
“I remember one night we sat in our cabin 
door up among ihe Nevudas, my partner and 1, 
‘Brig,’ the boys always called him, and some¬ 
way 1 began to bmn ati old prayerdheeting 
hymn of my father's, that 1 hadn’t thoughtof for 
years. * Don't, for God's sake,’ said Brio, “ an¬ 
other verse’d wind me up.’ I looked at him,— 
his broad chest swelled with emotion as lie said, 
‘they sung that hymn when my mother was 
dying.’ A little silence followed. ‘I promised 
to meet, her in heaven, but I’m on the wrong 
tack, I reckon,’ and with a forced laugh lie tried 
to throw off the memory. A month after that 
Brig died, poor fellow. 1 missed him sadly; 
many’s the prospecting tours we’d taken together 
over mountains and across rivers, through sleet 
and through snow, but, that night his path veered 
into the darkness, to that i perpduum exilium’ 
of which Horace speaks. A few rods from our 
cabin was a beautiful Mandrono. or strawberry 
tree, and under it we dug his grave; one of the 
boys cut his name in the bark, and the date of 
his death.—poor Brig. — 
“ ‘ Ilf sleeps far away from the scenes of his childhood,— 
Far away from his home and his dear native shore.’ 
“I’d like to stand by his grave again, but it’s a 
long stretch from old Tennessee. Ten days 
longer, ain’t it, before we’re mustered out?” and 
there was a strange expression on Bill’s hard 
features. 
“That’s all,” was the exultant reply; “what’ll 
you do,—go back to California, or 'list again? I 
believe you've no parents?” 
“ 1*11 tell you to-morrow what I’ll do,—come, 
it’s time for rations,” and gathering up their 
blankets they went to their tent. 
1 have read in Italian literature, that at even¬ 
tide the wives and sweethearts of fishermen go 
down to the shores of the Adriatic, and sing the 
first verse of some beautiful hymn; should the 
notes reach the husband or the lover, he. responds 
by the second verse, and as the deep, musical 
bass is borne over the blue waters, and the 
plashing oars come nearer and nearer, the list¬ 
ener wavesher handkerchief, and joyfully catches 
up the strain. 
Mrs. Worden, the. “afflicted” mother, had for 
years sat uightly by the shores of grief,— she 
had sent out anxious yearnings,—deep, plaintive 
and sorrow-laden sounds had mingled with the 
waves’ unrest, but never an answering sound 
had come back. 
The following day John Harding and Bill 
sat in their tent alone. "1 told you yesterday,” 
said the latter, "that I’d make kuown my plans. 
I'll preface them with a little private history. 1 
am Charles J. Worden—those ‘ afflicted parents' 
are mine, and to-day I shall icrite a letter, address¬ 
ing Box MUUoion, 11.1." and the rough, brave 
soldier, whose hard eyes were “unused to the 
melting mood. - ’ wept as children sometimes 
weep. There was a masterful energy in bis 
voice and manner.—the purpose had been in his 
heart before, but never fixed and deeply rooted 
till now. 
Harding looked at him with unbelieving eyes; 
“Charles J. Worden,”— repeated he, in slow, 
measured tones. 
“ That's my name,” said Bill; and pocketing 
his handkerchief, he drew a match across his 
sleeve and re-lit his pipe. 
“ Nine years ago I left for a sea-voyage to Cal¬ 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
JULY FOURTH, EIGHTEEN SIXTY -THREE. 
RY A.NMK 31, BEACH. 
rpo CONSCRIPTS. -Rnvtlie New S„Tur. "How are v 
A Conscript.” Price A', cents. I'or -ale at nil „ 
Stores, or mailed. po-' on receipt of llie price 
He.yey T.-lxax k Co . -*Pi 'Vasliinirton-st., Boston, 
Our hearts were sad, our lips were dumb, 
We could not wake the joyful lay 
With which we e’er before bad hailed 
Our Nation's natal day. 
We only -aw the thick, blank Honda,— 
We only heard the hissing hall, 
And faint farewells, from a-hy lips, 
Home on the battle's maddened wail. 
O, Gon 1 Our father < God, and ours! 
Our hearts had almost ceased to pray, 
So dimly homed the lamp of faith. 
Upon that once joy-greeted day. 
Down in the blood damp dust we bowed,- 
Dust sacred with our fathers’ gravesy— 
Was then their life blood ipilt In vaia> ‘ ' 
To free us from the lot of slaves ? 
Northern soil 
[ ASSF.LL FUJI \I,F: SEHLSAKY.-tu 
J .J FALL session commences 
TT31TJR.SID^V~ir, SEPTEMBER lO_ 
This Institution in so easeful open thru twelve 
yean, ntnler the -ame Principal. It is situated in 
beautiful village of Anburrelale, on Worcester R.R., ten 
miles from Boston. Tt,e privileges for Music and French 
are unsurpassed hr any school in the country For cata¬ 
loguer a ip! particulars, apply to G. W. BRIGGS, 
Auburn-hale, duly 20, lsSL |7iJ7-4t] Principal 
L.HIRA FE.HALE COLLEGE 
. Vcj-/ Session Opens September 3d, 
Thi« is a regularly Chartered College, with an Academic 
department attached, unsurpassed in location, healthfnl- 
ness. accommodations for students, course of study, off,, 
cient government, and reasonable terms, A moderate 
amount of domestic- exercise is required from »U the stu- 
dents. 
Whole expense tor the half-yearly'session for board and 
tuition, ScJl.iXI—in advance Address 
707 Rkv. a. W. COWLES. D P . President. 
On swept the tempest. 
Was trampled by the feet of fo££, • 
We closed our eyes, as if to Shut 
Away the scene of coming woes. 
When suddenly,—ii shout of joy I— 
Our Eagle’s proud, exulting cry, 
As down the vaulted battle-clouds, 
Bright broke Ihe light of Liberty. 
We saw the bauDer of the free 
Float from the traitor’s proud stronghold. 
God bless its every beaming star,— 
It’s every blood stained fold I 
Darkly again the elouds may lower, 
Yet still we trust the beacon ray, 
Knowing full weU the darkest night, 
Must end rrewhile in glorious day. 
And when that glorious light shall burst, 
The storm will not have been in vain, 
Each sacred drop for freedom spilt 
Shall be reflected back again, 
• 
In merej'a brightly beaming bow, 
8trotcbing unbroke, from sea to sea, 
Guarding beneath its guilded scope, 
The hallowed land of Liberty. 
Cambria, Niagara Co., N. Y., 1803. 
OTHAWHERRY PLANTS.—TRIOMI’HE HE GAXn 
and all the old standard varieties, n-i well ns the best 
new ones, including the " Gkpe.v Pholwc,” for sale at low 
rates and warranted true to name. 
Plants carefully packed, and sent by mail or express. 
For catalogues, gratis, address 
7\M 6t Fk A S'Old BRILL, Newark. New .lersev 
An Appropriate Text.— “ How tediously 
long you are over that sermon,” said the par¬ 
son’s lady to her husband on his not attending 
to the dinner hell; “I could write one in half the 
the time, if I only had the text.” 
“ Oh, if that is all you want, said the parson, 
I’ll furnish that. Take this text from Solomon: 
It is better to dwell in a corner of the house-top 
than with a brawljpg woman in a wide house.” 
“Do you mean me, sir?” inquired the lady, 
quickly. 
“ Oh, my good friend,” was the grave response, 
“you will not make a good eermonizer; yon are 
too soon in your application.” 
I MLLFV SEMINARY, FELTON, N. Y.~ 
Fall Term, ot H week?, opt*ns Align it l.Htti. Board 
Washing, Fuel and Room tarnished, except sheet*. 9n( i 
pillow r a-es. SSI.to. Hoard nr Rooms tor self, boarding in 
the tillage—tuition from S6 to $'} Mu-oc and the Orna¬ 
mentals taught. Ten Professors >.nd Teachers. 
706-At AddresB J P. GRIFFIN, Principal. 
TJ O T X O 3NT S iY Xj E 
OP SOUTH-DOWN SHEEP. 
On "Wednesday, Hept. 2nd, 1863, 
I will r.ftor at PUBLIC SALE, at Thomdale, without any 
reserve. 
One Hundred South-Down Ewes and Earns, 
They ur« all either imported or directly descended from 
recent importations from the flocks of the late Jonas 
Wear. Duke of Richmond, ami IliWKy be; all. It can 
hardly be necessary to refer to the superior mutton and 
wool-producing quslitios of this breed. At tljn presenf 
time their wool is the most sought after, and comm amis a* 
high a price as any other kind. 
Thurudsle i« H miles from Poughkeepsie Station, on the 
Hudson River H.K . and 9 miles from Dover Plains Station 
on the Ilarlem R.R 
Fnrthei particulars can be learned by reference to tho 
Catalogue of sale, which may he bad upon application to 
the auctioneer, Mr. Jnu K Page. Syouett, Cavuga Co, 
or ol SAML. THORN'e, Thornd'ale, 
700 Washington Hollow, Dutchess Co., N. Y 
Says Jones, “We have had the age of iron, the 
age of gold,and the age of bronze; butwhichshall 
wecall the present age2” “Why,” saidSmith, lick¬ 
ing the back of a postage stamp which he was 
about to apply to the envelop of a letter, “I 
think we bad better call this the mu cil-age." 
NEW WORK ON CATTLE 
“ My dearest Maria,” wrote a recently married 
husband to his wife. She wrote track, “Dearest, 
let me either correct, yonr grammar or your 
morals. You address me, ‘My dearest Maria.' 
Am I to suppose you have other dear Marias?” 
OATTLE AND THEIE DISEASES: 
EM BRA CISC 
THEIR HISTORY AM) |II!KKI>¥, CROSS I NO Axn BREEDING, 
AND KEEPING AM) MANAGEMENT ; JVITH THE DISEASES 
TO WHICH THEY ARE SUBJECT. AND I UK REME¬ 
DIES BEST ADAPTED TO THEIR CURE. TO WHICH 
IS ADDED A LIST OP MaPJCIXKtt I .KKI) IN - 
TREATING CATTLE. WITH NilMKHOUS 
ILLUSTRATIONS. 12 mo cloth. 
Price, $1.25. 
BY ROBERT JENNINGS, V. S., 
Professor of Pathology and Operative Surgery in the 
Veterinary College of Philadelphia; lata Professor 
of Veterinary Medicine In the Agricultural Col¬ 
lege of onto; Secretary of the American 
—Veterinary Association of Philadel¬ 
phia ; Author of “The Uorve 
ami hi* Diseases,” 
etc, etc. 
Tills volume cannot fail to ir oct the approval of every 
Farmcran'i Stock-poser. It is arranged upon the same gen¬ 
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by tho atroe Author, i>f which upward of 40,000 copies 
■ e .iIioh*:-, !,. .-.-i hi*!* . 
The epidemic Pr,EURO-P nbcmonia is exhaustively 
treated. Indeed, what te given on this subject alone, fa 
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Agents an i canvasser* will And tills a desirable work. 
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any address on receipt of Price, f 1.2/1 each. 
Send all orders to 
JOHN E. POTTER, Publ teller, 
708-6t 617 Sail worn St., Philadelphia. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
THE SOLDIER’S RETURN 
BY" MARY J. GROSMAN 
It was the day after a weary march; the tents 
were struck, and the various duties of an en¬ 
campment finished. Two brave, hardy men 
were lying on their blankets under a sheltering 
tree, talking, napping, thinking, looking upon 
the various groups busily employed around 
them, and again taking a broader view of the 
wild picture of camp-life, spreading out to such 
imposing proportions. Then John Harping 
drew a letter from his pocket, a letter from his 
mother; he opened a miniature case,—the linea¬ 
ments were dvlicaie, fair and youthful,—it might 
have been the face of his sister, but he looked at 
it with more than brotherly fondness; the warm 
blood flushed his cheek, and his pulses throbbed 
with pride and love. There was a well-spring 
of sweet waters in his heart, and the din and 
tumult around him had not the power to drown 
the anthem of love's rich music that his quick 
ear caught. Lying with his head upon his arm, 
shadowy forms and happy memories came drift¬ 
ing up from the sea of the past. His time was 
almost out,—how soon, God willing, should his 
tired feet press the old, worn threshold, should 
hand clasp hand In happy re-union, and his lips 
rest upon the faces dearer lor every blemish and 
wrinkle that age had imprinted there. 
Rub-iodub-dub. rat-a-tat-tat-tat, — beat one of 
the drummers a few yards distant, 
“Well. Bill. 1 thought I was a'most home,” 
said Harping, rubbing bis eyes. 
“Your thought was founded upon the ‘base¬ 
less fabric of a dream,' probably;” the speaker 
smoked on quietly, without lifting his eyes. 
“You broke a pipe again?” asked Harding, 
seeing the fragments of one at his feet. 
“Yes, its bowl came in contact with the tree, 
and there was an immediate separation,— too 
bad,—worse than a broken heart,” 
“Worse, did you say. Bill?’’ 
“Yes, worse; for broken hearts, in most cases, 
mend themselves,—broken pipes never.” 
“Which article do you value highest, Bill?” 
“ For blood circulation, I'd say the heart; for 
a true, fragrant friend in every time of need, the 
pipe; but in case uf accidents, you see, there’s a 
good deal of the light of common sense gets in 
at the devices of a fractured heart, so my eyes 
never drip with sympathy for that class of acci¬ 
dents,—but, alas, for pipes.” 
The subject of breakage was dropped. 
A little breeze of wind came fluttering along. 
It lodged an eddying fragment of newspaper at 
Harding’s feet,—he reached out for it, looked it 
over carefully, and then read aloud: 
Intelligence t Wanted*—O f Charles J. Worden, 
who left home nine years ago for a sea-voyage to Cali for 
nia. Baid Words* isnow twenty-two fears of age has 
Fot Moore’s Rural New-Yorker 
PUZZLE AND ENIGMA. 
Entire, 1 am useful to the student. Deprived of my 
first letter, I am behind time. Transposed, a bird in the 
West. Deprived of my first two letters, I am what you 
all have done. Tramposcd, What you all do. Again 
transposed, » beverage My whole, deprived of the first 
three letters, is a Latin pronoun In the accusative case. 
This last reversed Is a Latin conjunction. My whole, de 
prived of the first four letters, Isa Latin preposition. My 
whole transposed is a crime. Again transposed, I am 
very little. Without my last letter, I am used in building 
houses. Transposed, I am used in cooking. Again trans¬ 
posed, l am used by shoemakers. 
As an enigma, I am composed of five letters. My 1, 5, 
3 is a body of water. My 3, 2, 6 is a liquor. My 5, 3, 1, 
■J ia a point of the compass. My 1, 5, 3, 4 is a place to 
rest. My 3, 4 is a preposition. My 1, 6, 3, 2 is a fish. 
My 1, 3, 2, 6 occurs every day. Addie & Phexa, 
Jackson, Mich., 1S63. 
Answer in two weeks. 
b4UJP 
MANCKACrCRKR OK 
_ FOR PURIFYING 
Lake, Rain and River Water, 
NO. 5B BUFFALO STKEET, 
For Moore’B Rural New-Yorker. 
MATHEMATICAL PROBLEM. 
A soldier 1 am, in a Sibley I live, 
To you its dimensions exactly I'll give. 
’Tis in shape like a cone, as likely you know, 
And the cane as made use of I wish you to show. 
For diametei of base, from twenty subtract 
Two feet, and you have it precisely exact; 
Its perpendicular height, as nearly we see 
By adding together thirteen and three, 
Allow for twenty six seams, the length of slant-height, 
Which lap by an inch to make them rain-tight. 
Now tell me adepts in Arithmetic true 
(A Master, his pupils, a Mistress, or you,) 
The number square yards in our pavilion so light, 
If not, then address me, and the rale I will write. 
W. H. H. Davis, 
Co. L, 1st Mich. Cavalry. 
Washington, D. C., June, 1863. 
IsT Answer in two weeks. 
r’ b . m: i Ij ia e r , 
^ ‘ FOREIGN AND AMERICAN 
Horticultural Agent & Commission Merchant 
EXHIBITION AND SALES ROOMS, 
No. 634 Broadway, near Bleeker St, New York. 
All kinds of uew, rare, and Seedling Plants, Fruits, 
Flower--,Trees, Vioe*. Shrubs, are.; Irnu. Wire and Rustio 
vr...L, i . ...v. ,ni! 4m*e«u Glass. Patent Heat- 
AN UNEXPECTED MARRIAGE. 
For Moore’s P.nral New-Yorker. 
AN ANAGRAM. 
Old Governor Saltonstall of Connecticut, who 
flourished about a half-century ago, was a man 
of some humor as well as perseverance in effect¬ 
ing the ends desired. Among other anecdotes 
told ofhim by tho New London people, the place 
where he resided, i? the following: 
Of the various sects that have flourished for a 
day and then ceased to exist, was one known as 
the Rogerites, so called from their founder, a 
Tom. or John, or some other Rogers. 
The distinguished tenet of the sect was the de¬ 
nial ot the propriety of the form of the marriage 
tie. They believed it was not good for a man to 
be alone, and also that one wife only should 
cleave to her husband, but then this should be a 
matter of agreement merely, and the couple 
should come together, live as man and wife, dis¬ 
pensing with all forms of marriage covenant. 
The old Govern#[' used often to visit Rogers and 
talk the subject over with him. and seek to con¬ 
vince him of the impropriety of living withriarah 
a 3 he did. But neither John nor Sarah would 
give up the argument. 
It was a matter of conscience with them: they 
were very happy as they were—of what use 
could a mere form be—suppose they did thereby 
invite scandal—w ere they not bound to take up 
the cross, and live according to the rules they 
professed? The Governor's logic was powerless 
to convince them 
“Now, John,' said the Governor, after a de¬ 
bate of the point, “why will you not marry 
Sarah? Have you not taken her to be your law f - 
ful wife?” 
Rt.nu royu tsspe 
Ehveerwr yfena dseal, yb ayd, yb gtinh— 
Nov kwttl, ouy vie}, oyu eecaluept 
lltiw 011 ilrunnico eey; dan obsko i-ae soruy; 
Twhmitsoweb tnlsei rscbaliem teeruasr seil, 
Drseever ofrnr gea ot aeg; eorm ipesorcu arf, 
Nhat litat I't'hncandufft sreot fo ldog 
Adn trinoe mgse, cihwli orl' a dya fo dene, 
Hte tulnns dhsei hinwit slareenat smbot; 
Dna cinisu tisaw ounp ryuo kfslluil ctohu. 
Hrusnidef hast, 
Owh ano ouy odpor, fi gwlniie ot eb dirsea! 
Homer, N. Y., 1863. Zulieme 
j3f Answer in two weeks. 
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Agricultural, Literary and Family Newspaper. 
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ANAGRAMS OF BAYS. 
E. rest so. 
I do Agnes. 
Keep a chase. 
Gol 1 tann. 
Hon. 8. Ruda. 
Rove in mill. 
E. B. U. Last. 
Ma an Pa. 
Lisbon, N. Y., 1803. 
tsr Answer in two weeks. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &c., IN No. 706, 
Answer to Enigma:—Stable. 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma:—One swallow does 
not make a summer. 
Answer to Anagram: 
MEMORY. 
Yes, memory has honey cells, 
And some of them are ours; 
For in the sweetest of them dwells 
The dreams of early hours. 
Answer to Arithmetical Problem:—12 calves, 20 sheep. 
