be didn’t see that he could do anything except¬ 
ing to take care to keep himself as dignified and 
repulsive as possible. lie decided on the next 
day that these precautions were useless, for Miss 
Valentine came down the walk so quietly, and 
took the seat beside him with such a look of mod¬ 
est gratitude, and was so silent and shy. that Mr. 
Dandiliy began to feel paternal agaiD, ami ex¬ 
erted himself somewhat to make her at. ease and 
in the gay mood of yesterday. 
And so it continued. One day she would, by 
her frank merriment, attract the stiff old bache¬ 
lor out of his angles and dignity, while at the 
same time this very boldness repelled him by 
stirring up his foolish fears. Then she would 
be a model of reliring gentleness, and so make 
him forget his scruples, and draw him out yet 
more. The most practiced and determined co¬ 
quette could not have better worked upon and 
moulded the obdurate, perversC-bearled bache¬ 
lor. While thus he was being swayed about, 
and the depths of his capacity for loving was 
being sounded and stirred, grass was growing in 
the walks about the uninhabited cottage, and the 
forlorn, deserted look about it became more and 
more a reproach to Mr. Dandiliy, as he rode 
daily past. 1 le also realized more and more the 
discomforts of his life with the Branburghs, and 
remembered, with longing and regret, the pleas¬ 
ant, cheerful years when he lived with lib sunny, 
thrifty sister Emily.—[Conclusion next week. 
she, sipping tea with her mits on, and looking so 
proper and frigid that it seemed as though (he 
hottest dng-day could not thaw' her. Mr. Bran- 
burgh was traveling agent for the paper com¬ 
pany, and was away from home much of the 
time, so that redressiug his short-comings fell 
often to the lot of hi3 brother-in-law. 
" Yes, aunt,’’ replied Tulsifer dutifully, for 
nobody thought of deviating from her directions. 
So he went to the mills in a buggy, and on the 
way overtook the trim little figure in brown 
gingham he passed on the previous day. Then 
it came to him that he was a rough bear to be 
thus riding at ease, when that delicate bit of 
womanhood was obliged to take so long a walk, 
only to earn what seemed a scanty pittance to a 
man who could readily command a salary of 
fifteen hundred dollars, lie felt quite sure she 
worked in the paper mill, and he wondered if it 
wore not his duty, and the least he could do, to 
ask her to ride, and thus help her a little over 
the toilsome road of her life. But he was a 
long way past while thinking of it, and, once 
in the office, facts and figures drove all lighter 
thoughts and Undos from his mind. 
The next day was rainy. Of course Mr. Dan- 
dilly didn’t think of riding to the mills on horse¬ 
back, and then, of course, no* being a barbarian, 
he couldn't, in common civility, pass the brown 
gingham under its waterproof and umbrella. 
So he drew up beside it, 
‘‘Will you ride?” be asked. “It is quite too 
rainy for walking.'’ 
Ills courteous invitation was accepted; indeed, 
it was quite too rainy to refuse, but the bright, 
face inside the hood of its cloak turned the color 
of a damask rose, and the owner of it made her 
brief replies to his questions in such refined, 
well-turned words, that he thought what a pity 
this lady-like person, who undoubtedly was 
capable of so much culture, must spend her time 
in the noise and litter of a paper mill. And 
somehow' she was so quietly unobstructive, that 
Mr. Dandiliy forgot to ponder, as usual, on the 
possible effects of his politeness, and only kept, 
an impression of her graceful ways and pleasant 
face, which made so great contrast with Aunt 
llalioway’s withered primness and Mrs. Bran- 
burgh’s slip-shod placidity, and seemed like the 
days when he was living in the cottage with his 
sister Emily. This gave an unnatural buoyancy 
to his spirits all day. and at night he carried the 
young lady home again, with a comfortable feel¬ 
ing of performing a benevolent and highly meri¬ 
torious act. 
Her home was half way to the Branburgh 
mansion,—a small house, brown with age, and 
bearing every mark of peaceful poverty. It bad 
been a home for so many years, that comfort and 
tokens oi human life had gradually grown up 
about it, and were more apparent at a casual 
glance than the low estate of the occupants. 
The dingy, decaying walls were hidden by 
masses of clamberiug woodbine, and the little 
yard was filled with dumps of lilac and syrin- 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
AUTUMN’S ADDRESS TO SUMMER 
FarkwbllI gentle Sommer, thy wing; is unfurled, 
Thou art passing away from this beautiful world, 
But I,—thy sad slater,—am come in thy stead, 
With slow.moving pinion, and atealth'Stealing tread. 
80 softly I settle »ny wing o’er the plain 
That the child of tho Summer scarce knows of my reign. 
The fair Earth Is smiling, though pemite her glance— 
And Nature reclines in a sunny expanse. 
I gaze with delight on thy fair, fragrant flowers, 
And pause ’neath the arch of thy balm breathing bowers; 
I twine thy bright garlands In gaudy array, 
But they shrink in my fingers and wither away. 
I seek to detain the bright blue of ihe. sky,— 
The bloom of the flowers, and the trees verdant dye,— 
I bid tho wild birds to resume llielr glad lay, 
To carol their song as in Summer’s bright day; 
But, alas! gentio Summer, my efforts are vain, 
Thy sweet, sunny presence I cannot detain, 
Already the heaven's look dreamy and sad, 
And the song of the robin no longer is glad. 
A somber like silence pervades everywhere, 
And a curtain of haze tremble* on the atill air. 
The cricket chirps low as if fearing to wake 
An echoing note of rehouse from the brake. 
The dark, mystic forest, *0 ancient and wild,— 
Where hides the gay squirrel, and sports the young child, 
1 steal like a spirit within it* cool shade, 
But my presence alone make* the leaflet to fade. 
I seek the green hough by the soft breezes fanned, 
But its verdure recoils at the touch of my hand. 
It seem* that a poison is borne on my breath, 
And my mission to earth is portentionx of death. 
They tell me I'm ruthless, relentless and bold, 
Unyielding, invincible, cruel and cold; 
They frown at my corning, and sigh at my stay,— 
Come hack gentle Summer, resume thy glad sway. 
But thou wilt not return to our earth shores again, 
’Till Winter hath fettered the world with his chain; 
’Till ethereal Spring on the breeze* shall play, 
And strew with bright blossoms tire bosom of May. 
Sweet Bummer, farewell! ’Tis thy requiem tone, 
I’ll bind up thy treason and hid thee bo gone— 
But I ask thee to pause in thy pathway so bright, 
And cant back upon me thy glances of light; 
To breathe o’er my spirit a gleam from the past. 
When I’m rocked in the arms of December’s wild blast. 
Bethany, N. Y., 1863. Mollik. 
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On our part we promts© a Useful and Entertaining Cam- 
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Under the heading of 
and a grapery and young orchard at the sides. 
Here he lived until his sister Emily tin gratefully 
preferred marrying a young dentist and going 
west with him to staying as house-keeper and 
mistress of this charming cottage. Then he shut 
it up and went to live with tho tumultuous 
household of Mrs. Branburgh, where no one 
thought of his comfort or considered his tastes, 
and where, in spite of Aunt Holloway, disorder 
and confusion prevailed. 
But be was not to be pitied, for among the 
hundreds of girls within the limits of Rhoden- 
dron, not to go outside bis own town, there must 
have been at least one well fitted to make him a 
pleasant wife, and the cottage a suitable mis¬ 
tress, so if he was disposed to bear the inconve¬ 
niences and disturbances of his present life, 
rather iban make, himself and somebody else 
happy, he was welcome to, and it was nobody’s 
business; only it is disagreeable to a person of 
good taste to see a man make such a simpleton 
of himself. 
What if Miss Josephine Carrington did marry 
a rich New-Yorker, and go to live on Fifth 
Avenue, in a brown Btone front, half a dozen 
years before ? She had been at a marriageable 
age at least seven years, and if that wasn’t long 
enough for Mr. Dandiliy to discover the state of 
his affections, it is by no means certain that he 
would have learned it in seven times seven 
years. At. any rute it was too late to think of 
her now, and that was no reason for sentencing 
himself to an uncomfortable, forlorn life, espe¬ 
cially as he thereby defrauded some other girl, 
as beautiful, and likely enough far more appro¬ 
priate than Miss Josephine—who by the laws of 
society could not elect her own condition, but 
must accept, fate as it came to her—of her natural 
birthright, the privilege of pouring tea. knitting 
slippers and otherwise making paper-hangings 
and senseless furniture into a home. 
There had been plenty of time for him to lorget 
Miss Carrington if he had tried in the least, or 
once considered, in his selfish thoughtlessnes, the 
wrong he was doing society in general, and liis 
predestined wife in particular. But no. Beside 
a lingering weakness for the memory of the dash¬ 
ing New York matron, lie had also a debasing 
and contemptible imprepsion that I 10 was the 
centre of thought to every girl whom he 
chanced to meet ; in which weakness he 
among all mankind undoubtedly stood alone. 
Being an exemplary man, who would on no ac¬ 
count encourage false expectation, he was there¬ 
fore debarred from feminine society in a measure 
by his vanity and his conscience, and was not 
likely to allow himself to fall decidedly in love 
with any pattern of calico. »So the paint in tho 
slmt up rooms yellowed for want of sunlight, and 
the humming-birds darted in and out among the 
honey suckles, with nobody to admire them or the 
flowers. Oh, the conceit of tbc heart of man I 
Very likely, with a proper amount of wooing and 
suing, he might have made any one of quite a 
largo circle of unappropriated damsels willing 
to become a fragment of him; there is probably 
no refined, agreeable man, in a respectable sta¬ 
tion of life, but might. In the meantime the woo¬ 
ing and suing having hitherto beenlelt undone, 
I beg leave to inform Mr. Dandiliy, and all his 
fellow egotists, that nobody is sighing and dying 
on their account, or in fact thinks of them with 
half the interest that attaches to crochet hooks 
and worsted needles. 
One charming morning, when tho pink azalias 
were filling the air with their richness, when the 
grass waved so high and luxuriant that the trees 
seemed to be wading in it, and the fields of clo¬ 
ver were almost as beautiful as a garden of roses, 
June came to take possession of the earth, and 
she found, unlike tenants generally, that the. last 
occupants had left everything in perfect order to 
her hands. A series of thunder showers the 
evening before, with violent dashes oT rain, had 
washed up and rinsed off everything, and in the 
holes and corners which untidy housekeepers 
stow with rubbish and dirt, May had scattered 
bine violets, lilies of the valley and llowering 
mosses. Mr. Dandiliy, as he often did, rode that 
morning on horseback to the mills? and as he 
was trotting over the grass by the roadside, 
where dame Nature in her profusion had spilled 
a bushel or so of dandelion*, he dropped, acci¬ 
dentally, his riding whip. A girl whom he was 
just passing picked it up, and as she reached it 
10 him, he caught a glimpse under her hat of a 
face fresh and radiant as the morning. Bowing 
and thanking her as gracefully as possible, he 
passed on, with no premonition that he had at 
last met his fate, and the bright eyes never came 
between him and his ledger once that day; 
though they did many a day afterward, for 
much enduring destiny was not longer to be 
thwarted. 
The next morning at breakfast. Aunt Hallo¬ 
way announced, in her stately way, that she had 
been looking over the stores, and found they 
were getting out of lard, that the saleratus was 
almost, gone, and the molasses keg quite empty. 
“So I do not see but you will have to ride to 
town to-day, and briDg out the articles, Nephew 
Puisifer. You had better procure, also, a few 
tomato plants; I am of opinion that Mr. Bran¬ 
burgh has not made sufficient provision for the 
quantity of that excellent and wholesome vege¬ 
table which a family of this size requires,’’ said 
We shall present a variety of Valuable Heading of a 
Practical and Scientific character on tho various branches 
of Farm Husbandry, including the views and experiences 
of many able contributor* and correspondents. 
That Department of the Rural known as the 
Meeting ok Master and Servant.— The 
Cincinnati Inquirer tells the following:—“There 
is a quaint old negro to be seen every day in the 
city building park, who is known anil called 
James Morgan. He acts as a gort of Cerebus of 
the gates, or kind of major dorno of the grounds, 
sprinkling water upon the grass when needed, 
and clearing away the dirt that daily accumu¬ 
lates in the paths. "Well, James was originally 
a slave to the father of Morgan, the rebel chief, 
but some years ago he contrived to make his 
escape, and found his way to this city, where he 
has lived ever since. Hearing that his young 
master—the notorious Morgun—was in the city 
prison, he made application to tho chief of police 
to see him, and was admitted. The general 
treated him warmly, shook bands with him, and 
congratulated him upon his having his freedom. 
‘Yes, Massa John,’ broke in Jim,‘you mount 
bab yourri too, if yon hadn’t gone in to broke up 
de Union; but you is in a tight place, now, 
Massa John; you is in a tight place now! Good 
by, Massa John!’ and Jim swung away at his 
usual limping gait.’’ 
Will continue to furnisii the lovers and cultivators of 
Fruits, Flowers and Vegetables a weekly installment of 
Timely and Valuable information—such hints, facta airi 
conclusion* as have rendered the Rcp.ai. so popular among 
both professional and amateur cultivator* in Town and 
Country throughout the Loyal States and Canadas. 
The Ladies will continue to find in the Department of 
THE VALENTINE TWINS 
Many useful Recipe*, with practical directions how to 
manage diflicnlt matters pertaining to Housekeeping and 
Domestic Affairs. 
But Practical Mattel's do not monopolize the pages of 
tho Ren.At.. We aim to interest and benefit the various 
members of every Family visited, and therefore devote 
considerable spare to Literature, Education, Science, Art, 
&c., &c. The LadiicS’ Dkpartmbst will embrace, as 
heretofore, a weekly variety of original and selected 
sketches and items, iu prose and verse, designed to interest 
as well a* entertain;—while the Department devoted to 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorke; 
GE0GRAPHICAL ENIGMA. 
1 am composed of 37 letters. 
My 12, 23, 27, 4, 34, 10 is a county in New York. 
My 14, 10, SO, 2, 20 is a river in tho Middle States. 
My 25, 19, 85, 20, IS, 6 , 28, 33, 17, 31, ft, 2, 9 is a range of 
mountains in the Eastern part of the United States. 
My 8 , 7, 36, 26, 1 D an island in Occanica. 
My 22, 13, 23, 11, 31, 20 i* a country tn Asia. 
My 2, 17, 13, 24, 32,16 is a county in Pennsylvania. 
My 21, 3, 23, IS, 19 is a cape in Asia. 
My whole may be found in Scripture. 
New Haven, Ohio, 1863. Amelia. 
13T Answer in two weeks. 
gos, with low red roses, peonies and pansies. A 
tangle of cinnamon rose bushes hedged the 
grounds in front, and at tho sides rows of cur¬ 
rant bushes and raspberry briars; while the plot 
of sloping land behind the bouse was filled with 
an orchaad, which held up its thrifty branches in 
witness that somebody in tho past bad thought of 
the future. Mr. Dandiliy had an indistinct rec¬ 
ollection that this bouse was occupied by Mrs. 
Valentine, a widow who had met with reverses 
and suffered afflictions, but of her present cir¬ 
cumstances he had no knowledge, as she lived 
near enough the outskirts of the popular village 
for individual interest and experience to be lost 
in the multitude. 
As he passed his cottage, a mile further on, he 
cast a regretful look at it, shut up and lonesome, 
with a wasp's nest in the front piazza and a nail 
over the gate latch. That night he dreamed he 
married Aunt Halloway. who was dressed for 
the wedding in a brown gingham and water¬ 
proof, and woke congratulating himself lhat by 
the laws of tho land as well as of Moses, a man 
may Dot. marry his father's sister. 
The next day on arriving at the office, of course 
by the merest accident, he happened to take up 
the pay roll, and looking through it saw the 
name of Agnes Isabella Valentine. He won¬ 
dered he had never noticed. It was not many 
days before Mr. Dandiliy discovered that the 
buggy tires needed setting, so he drove into 
town with it- Being already quito sultry, though 
so early, he took pity on tho slight little figure 
that was coming through Mrs. Valentine’s gate 
as he passed, and asked her to ride. 
• It, must be a tiresome walk, Miss Valentine, 
through all sorts of weather. Let me call for 
you every morning, and take yon back at night,” 
said he, paternally. 
“Thank you, 1 don't mind the walk in fine 
weather; I care more for the time I am obliged 
to use on the road,” she replied. 
Mr. Dandiliy was not sure whether she in¬ 
tended to accept his invitation, which made him 
more anxious that she should do so. On the 
next morning, however, as he drew near the 
mass of woodbine where widow Valentine lived, 
he saw the brown gingham running down the 
Blope to the road. 
“Thank you with all my heart, Mr. Dandiliy! 
A good half hour saved by riding, and time, you 
know is money.” said she gaily, as she stepped 
from the terrace into the buggy. 
Miss Valentine had grown wonderfully talka¬ 
tive and sprightly during the night Instead of 
confining herself to monosylables which, although 
always appropriate, and prettily said, were not 
conducive to familiarity, she was now social and 
merry, even making a long silence quite impos¬ 
sible, but withal so full of simplicity as well as 
mirth, that Mr. Dandiliy was drawn out more 
than be often allowed himself to be in the pres¬ 
ence of an impressible woman. He was a little 
startled, however, as he thought afterward of the 
peril he might cause, the heart of a guileless girl; 
but seeing that he had, perhaps injudiciously, 
already made the proffer of a seat in hi3 buggy, 
in placid tranquility and purred a soft accompa¬ 
niment to Dandilly’e pen. 
Out of business hours, Dandilly’s home was 
three miles away from the heart of the bustling, 
uneasy town, where the great wheels of tho mills 
turned with a heavy whirr throughout the day, 
making it the cent re of noise as well as business. 
The paper-mills were not the only ones; there 
were, beside, a long grey line of cotton factories 
on the brink of Flyaway creek, and a little fur¬ 
ther back were the Steam Print Works. So the 
smoky, steamy breath of Rbodendron floated 
above tho town like a fog which the wind is too 
lazy to lift, and its pulse of steel and iron beat 
strong and hard, making the grimy and noisy 
town a good place for boarding-house keepers, 
market-men, cheap grocers and dry-goods deal¬ 
ers, but undesirable and unpopular as a place 
for genteel residences and quiet homes. 
Thus it was that the town grew up around the 
village like a circle of ripples around a stone 
thrown into a pool, and one found after leaving 
the tumult and stir that made itself felt for a mile 
each side of Flyaway creek, a series of charming 
country-seats which owed their beauty and 
tokens of wealth to the dash and rattle of the 
mill-wheels in the valley below, as the roots of 
flowers are fed and refreshed by a brook, though 
the fair blossoms themselves may grow too far 
from the blink to catch a single drop of the 
spray. In one of the less stately of these man¬ 
sions Puisifer Dandiliy lived with the family of 
a married sister, and a widowed aunt who con¬ 
sidered herself mistress of the house and govern¬ 
ess of tho household, as, having arrived at the 
mature age of eighty-four, she was possessed of 
sufficient experience, and was past the frivolities 
of early girlhood. So Mrs. Branburgh, a meek 
little woman, with a troop of strong-minded chil¬ 
dren, quite collapsed, and became merely the 
machine that sewed and rocked Lhe cradle and 
worked among the flowers, without presuming 
to consider whether she had a will of her own or 
noL Plodding about, harmless and mild, she 
was as much society as a mug of milk and water, 
and just about as exhilarating. 
The swarm of young llranburghs were, how¬ 
ever, as pungent as a gla c s or sodu, and as mis¬ 
chievous as a family of monkeys. They broke 
dishes, defaced furniture and pilfered pastry ; 
they swung on the gates, climbed the old cherry- 
trees and played barn-ball against the front door, 
besides being forever coming down with measles, 
whooping cough and 6carlet-fever< When every¬ 
thing else failed, croup or dysentery set in ; so 
when there were sLx in riotous health, there were 
at least two iu some stage or another of these 
peculiarly childish disorders; and thus it was 
freqemly happening that Puisifer Dandiliy was 
no sooner at home, hungry and ready for his 
slippers, than he must ride directly back to the 
mills for a physician, and the favorite hour of 
severest attack was likely enough midnight, 
Will comprise literary c«ay*anil articles of rare merit on 
subjects of interest. The column appropriately headed 
Sabbath Mcbixqs, Will, a* heretofore, contain many 
choice Religions and Moral sketches anil gems. Under 
the head of 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 10 letters 
My 1, 2, 7,1, 9 is a word used in chess. 
My 4, 8 , 6 sugar is often made from. 
My 3, 0 and XI are all vowels. 
My whole is a bay iri North America. 
Latonia Springs, Ky., 1863. Miss F. 8 anford. 
CJf Answer iu two weeks. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
DECAPITATIONS. 
Bkhead the first name of a paper, and leave some 
mountains in Europe. 
Behead a county in the Southern States, and leave a 
bird. 
Behead a river in the United States, and leave a boy’s 
nickname. 
Behead a county in the Middle States, and leave a quad 
roped. 
Beiiead a river in Russia, and leave a girl’s name. 
Porter, Mich., 1863. Hattie Markle. 
O'" Answer in two weeks. 
For the Rural New-Yorker. 
WAR ANAGRAMS. 
No kow try. 
I tan meat. 
BUI Mig War as. 
Hard Nigars Liu Son. 
Orange, N. Y., 1S63. 
tsr Answer in two weeks, 
Ann is mouth out. 
Get you rebs gyt. 
Truest form. 
Feed sick bug r. r. r. 
T. W. Newcomb, 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker, 
AN ANAGRAM. 
Stih oldrw si ont y wasla ads dan erlehsces 
Guhtoh iemteosms akdr nadrerda, 
Etreh si a lmac orf yreve metespt, 
A eslmi rof reyev arte. 
Iowa City, Iowa, 1863. Carrie M. 
IT Answer in two weeks. 
MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER, 
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ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &c., IN No. 713. 
Answer to Geographical Enigma:—Our Liberties we 
prize, and our Rights we will maintain. 
Answer to Anagram: 
1 live for those who love me. 
For those who know me true, 
For the heaven that smiles above me, 
And awaits my spirit too, 
For the human ties that bind me, 
For tbe task my God assigned me, 
For the bright hopes left behind me, 
And the good that I cau do. 
Answer to Arithmetical Question:—3 77-100. 
