OCTOBER. 
On hill and field Onto be re's glories fade-; 
O’er hill and field the blackbirds southward fly; 
The brown leaves rustle down the forest glade, 
Where naked branches make a fitful shade, 
And the last blooms of Autumn withered lie. 
The berries on the hedgerow ripen well— 
Holly and cedar, burning bush and brier; 
The partridge drums In some half hidden del), 
Where all the ground is gemmed with leaves that fell 
Last storm from the tall maple's crown of fire. 
The chirp of crickets and the hum of bees 
Come faintly up from marsh and meadow land, 
Where reeds and rushes whisper in the breeze, 
And sunbeams slant between the moss grown trees, 
Green on the grass, and golden on tbo sand. 
From many a tree whose tangled boughs are bare 
Lean the rich dusters of the clambering vine; 
October's mellow hazes dim the air 
Along the uplands and valley, where 
The distant steeples of the village shine. 
Adown the brook the dead leaves whirling go; 
Above the brook the scarlet sumacs burn; 
The lonely heron sounds his note of woe 
In gloomy forest swamps, where rankly grow 
The crimson cardinal and feathery fern. 
Autumn is sad; a cold blue horizon 
Darkly encircles checkered fields and farms, 
Where lute the gold of ripening harvests shown; 
But bearded grain and fragrut hay are gone, 
And Autumn mourns the loss of Summer's charms. 
Yet, though our summers change and pass away— 
Though dies the beauty of the hill and plain— 
Though warmth and color fade with every day— 
Hope passes not, and something seems to say 
That all our brightest joys shall come again. 
And if the flowers we nurture with such care 
Must wither, though bedewed with many tears, 
They shall arise in some diviner air, 
To bloom again, more fragrant and more fair, 
And gladden us through all the coming years. 
The sun sinks slowly toward the far off west; 
The breexe is freshening from the far off shore; 
So come, fair eve, and bring each weary breast 
That sense of tranquil joy, of gentle rest, 
Felt in the happy Autumns gone before I 
[Harper's Monthly. 
GOLDEN HAIR. 
“You are no better to-night. Harry?” 
“ No better, Miss Ariel.” 
Ariel King bent thoughtfully over the low pal¬ 
let bed, with her slight finger on the sick man’s 
restless pulse, and her long amber curls almost 
touching the coverlet that stirred with the uneven 
laboring of the breast below. While the frosty 
October’s sunset, drawing lines of moving gold 
athwart the rough plaster of the walls, lingered 
lovingly around the soft shining hair and violet 
eyes, transfiguring her almost to a saint's strange 
beauty. 
“ He seems weak and languid.” she said, softly. 
“Wine and cordials, and fresh fruit, are what he 
needs, Marian.” 
“And that’s just what the doctor told me,” 
said a dark, bustling little woman, who was con¬ 
cocting some mixture over the sickly fire. “ But, 
bless you. Miss Ariel, how are we poor folks to 
get wine and fruit? No, no; he must just get 
well on arrow-root and gruel; they don’t cost 
much.” 
She tried to speak smilingly, this poor Marian 
Becker, but there were tears in her dark eyes as 
she pushed the wet hair back from her husband’s 
hollow temples. 
“ It isn’t altogether that. Miss Ariel,” said Har¬ 
ry, nneasily. “ I think I should get stronger if it 
wasn't for fretting about the rent. Old Keene is 
a hard landlord—one who wouldn’t hesitate to 
turn a man into the street if he were dying. I 
don’t so much mind it for myself—I shall soon be 
beyond all trouble—but Marian—" 
He stopped abruptly. Ariel lifted her grave, 
shocked eyes—this was a new revelation of want 
and woe. 
“Do you mean to tell me that you have no 
money left?” 
“None, Miss Ariel.” 
She bent her head on her hands with a sort of 
passionate shudder. 
*■ And this is the way our country rewards the 
soldiers who for her sake have dared the perils of 
deadly battle-field and lever-breathing swamps! 
She gives them \an.houorable discharge’—a dis¬ 
charge to creep away into some hole or corner 
and die as soon as possible! She promises them 
'bounty' at the end of the war—as well say at 
the end of the world! Is this right? is it justice?’’ 
“ Nay, Miss Ariel," said the young soldier, “ it 
is partly my own fault: if 1 had chosen to remain 
in hospital I should have incurred no expenses. 
Only 1 fancied that Marian could nurse me better, 
and—” 
“And so you committed the unpardonable sin 
of preferring home to a hospital barrack, and this 
great and good country washes her bunds of you 
accordingly. Oh, Harry, if I had but one tithe 
of my uncle's wealth?” 
** Miss Ariel,” said the young man earnestly, 
“don't feel so grieved about it. 1 know you are 
hurt at your uncle's refusal to help me; buf'you 
must remember that he disapproved of my en¬ 
listment from the very first—still more of the idle 
fancy, as he termed it, of my coming home. But 
oh, Miss Ariel, if ho could have known the bit¬ 
terness of the home-sick pangs that come when 
you are sick in a strange place! He said in that 
note that the mere fact of my having once been 
a clerk in his employ gave me no claims on him. 
And he was right. Miss Ariel, only—” 
He turned his face to the pillow, with a low, 
choking sob. Ariel watched him, with a strange, 
troubled ligbt in her eyes, to see a human crea¬ 
ture drifting slowly out of the world, and have 
no power to help or rescue him. 
“ How much is the rent?” she asked, after a 
brief silence. 
“Twenty dollars, Miss Ariel; it is for three 
months.” 
Twenty dollars! and she bad but ten in her 
little silk purse. For Ariel King, a portionless 
orphan, had literally nothing of her own; the 
very watch at her girdle, the spot of opal fire that 
fastens her collar, were her uncle’s. And to him ; yourself? 
she well knew how vain would be any applica¬ 
tion. 
She sighed deeply as she rose up to go, aDd 
once more came the eager wish, the passionate 
longing, that she were rich! 
The gas-lamps were beginning to quiver like 
lines of fire down the long, tumultuous streets as 
abe set out on her homeward way, and with in¬ 
stinctive timidity she drew down her veil and 
folded her simple scarlet shawl closer round her 
shoulders, quickening her steps as she did so. 
“Can’t cross there, young woman! wait till 
them carts and carriages has got by]” 
Ariel started in affright as the good-humored 
old policeman drew her back, and then smiled at 
her own timidity. But, as she stood waiting on 
the corner for something like a break in the ap¬ 
parently endless string of carts and omnibuses, 
her eye fell on a brilliantly lighted window close 
at her side, and sho mechanically read, embla¬ 
zoned on the glass, 
“Highest Price Paid for Human Hair.” 
She looked down on the long auburn curls that 
lay on her shoulders with a strange, sudden thrill 
of joy. For the moment she was rich—she had 
something which she might call her very own, to 
keep or to sell as she pleased. Harry Becker’s 
needs might be partially succored yet. 
Without pausing for reflection she laid her 
hand on the latch, and entered the perfumed 
realm of Macassar and false curls. A dazzling 
little French woman advanced behind thecounter. 
“ In what may we have the happiness of serv¬ 
ing madame.” 
“I wish to sell my hair,” murmured poor Ariel, 
her cheeks all aflame, as if she had been doing a 
guilty thing. 
“ Ah, certainly,” said the little woman, in a 
tone one or two degrees less conciliatory. “ Will 
madame please to lay aside her bonnet?” 
With trembling fingers Ariel untied the strings 
and removed the straw bonnet; like a cataract 
of shining, rippled gold the long, soft curls fell 
around her shoulders., 
“ del /” ejaculated the little woman softly, with 
upraised eyebrows and clasped hands, “the hair 
is fine, vraiment, it must be near three feet long! 
For what price do you wish to part with it, ma- 
dame?” 
“1 must have ten dollars,” said Ariel, taking 
courage at the other’s evident admiration. 
“Ten dollars!—that is too large a sum.” 
“Then 1 must try elsewhere,” said Ariel, tak¬ 
ing up her bonnet. 
“Wait—stay!” said the woman meditatively. 
“Ills long and thick, moreover it is of a good 
color. Please walk into the other room, madamc. 
| Fanchette shall cut it oil’ in half a second!” 
Poor Ariel, as she sat flushed and half fright¬ 
ened in the little gas-lighted den at the back of 
the shop, with •• FanchetteV’ gleaming scissors 
flashing through her curls, she would have given 
almost anything to have retraced the sudden 
stop. The bright, silken tresses she had brushed, 
and caressed, and twined with flowers so many, 
many times—the curls—oh, how could she ever 
have forgotten!—that Colonel Tylney had ad¬ 
mired so much—that he lmd said were like coils 
of sunshine! An involuntary sob welled up from 
her heart. 
“Did you speak, Mademoiselle?” said Fan¬ 
chette. suspending the scissors in mid-air. 
Ariel shook her head; she could not answer in 
words. There they lay, a soft, shining heap, full 
of golden lights, and tender brown shadows— her 
curls no longer! 
“ Please give me one to keep,” she pleaded, 
with a wistful eagerness. The Frenchwoman 
smilingly tossed one across the couuter; she was 
in good humor with herself; Bhe had made a 
decided bargain. 
And Ariel, not even daring to look in the glass, 
crept away; the hard earned money in her 
pocket, and the curl held to her heart as if it had 
been a living thing. 
*• Is he asleep, Marian?” 
“ Miss Ariel, is it possible that this is you?” 
“•Myself, Marian! Hush! don’t wake him; 
here are the twenty dollars. Don’t detain me, 
pray, it’s late.” 
“But. Miss Ariel, how—where—. Oh! I see 
now—your hair, your beautiful brown curls are 
gone, Ob, Miss Ariel, how could you?" 
“Pooh!” said Ariel, lightly, “hair will grow 
again. Do you suppose I value iny silly curls 
beyond poor Harry’s life and strength?” 
And before Mrs. Becker could find words to 
express her gratitude Ariel was gone, 
“ Upon my word 1” said M iss Priscilla Yinaigre, 
this is quite a new freak of caprice on Miss 
King’s part. What will not a girl do to keep up 
with the fashion?” 
Colonel Tylney looked qnickly up from the 
photographic album whose leaves he was slowly 
turning over. Yes, Miss Vinaigre was quite 
right, that was Ariel King, with her flushed 
cheek shadowed with tiny brown ringe. and her 
eyes bent downward with timid shine. 
Colonel Tylney shut the album with consider¬ 
able emphasis. Fashion! he hated the sound of 
the name. What were our girls dreaming about 
fashion for. when the nation was groaning with 
the agony of regeneration? Yet he had fancied 
Ariel King far superior to these, foolish whims; 
well was it for him that disenchantment came ere 
it was too late. 
“And she knew how much I admired that 
lovely hair!" was the next thought. *• It shows 
how much she cares for my likes and dislikes. 
M ell, she is just like, the rest of her silly sex, and 
I shall go back to Washington next week cured 
of one absurd fancy.” 
And Ariel sobbed herself to sleep that night 
because Frank Tylney passed her with such a 
frigid bow. 
Harry Becker bad an unexpected visitor the 
next morning—the Colonel of his regiment, who 
came in with a bright, encouraging smile, and a 
kindly grasp of the hand that seemed to throw 
new life into the invalid’s worn frame. 
Why, Becker, where have you been hiding 
Why didn’t you let us know where 
you were? It was by the merest chance in the 
world that I stumbled upon yon now!” 
Becker’s pale cheek reddened, 
to trouble others wiih my distress, Colonel.” 
“ Then allow me to inform you that you are a 
foolish fellow. What can I do for yon?—nay, 
don’t hesitate! I have not forgotten how you 
risked your life for me at Malvern’s Mills.” 
“ Thank yon. Colonel. We have been in sore 
straits, my wife and 1; but Miss Ariel King, my 
former employer’s niece—” 
• “King—Ariel King—I know her.” 
“ Then, Sir, you know the sweetest young lady 
in the world. Well, Sir, she has aided us with 
her little means—my wife used to be a seamstress 
in the family; and last night, to crown all, what 
do you suppose she did to help us with the rent 
that was behind?” 
“ I am sure Ido not know.” 
“She sold her hair, Sir,—her beautiful golden 
hair, that she was as proud of as any woman 
could be—all to assist a poor dying soldier!” 
And Harry turned hia head aside to hide the 
big drops on his lashes. He need not have been 
so careful ; there was a dimness in the Colonel’s 
dark eye, too, 
“1 have been a fool!” he ejaculated, striding 
out into the open air—“ a mad, insensate fool!” 
And he went straight to the little parlor where 
Ariel was sitting at her work, crying a little be¬ 
tween whiles, aud confessed all his sins at the 
shrine of her saintly beauty. 
“And now, Ariel, now that you know what a 
suspicions, credulous, doubting villain I have 
been—can you give the priceless treasure of your 
love into my keeping?” 
She answered, seriously and tenderly, with 
soft, shy blushes, “Yes.” 
What more have we to say? Nothing, save 
that Harry Becker and Marion, his wife aredoing 
well, and the latter predicts that by Ariel's wed¬ 
ding day her curls will have grown out again, 
long and golden as of yore. 
INSTINCT OF APPETITE. 
THE HARVEST MOON. 
Tins is the season of the “Harvest Moon,” and 
for the next fortnight, if the weather is tine, the 
early part of the night will be radiant with moon¬ 
shine. This phenomenon is simply the appear¬ 
ance of the moon in the East in the evening, 
about the time of the full, for many days togeth¬ 
er, about the lime of eunsetting, which has the 
effect of making it appear that the moon lingers 
much longer in the sky, at this full, than at any 
other during the year. The regular occurrence 
of this phenomenon at this time in the year has 
been so favorable to the English husbandman in 
enabling him to extend the labors of gathering 
late crops into the evening hours, that the moon 
has been styled the “ Harvest Moon.” 
It is defined by astronomers to be that full 
moon which happens nearest in time to the time 
of the Autumnal Equinox; and consequently it 
may vary in time as much as two weeks either 
side of the day of the equinox. The author of 
the “Sea Sons” has described the “Harvest 
Moon ” as follows: 
Meanwhile the moon, 
Full orb’d, anil breaking through the scatter’d clouds, 
Shows her broad visage in the crimson East, 
Turn'd to the sun direct, her spotted disk— 
Where mountains rise, unbrageous dales descend, 
Aud caverns deep, as optic tubes descries, 
A smaller earth—gives us his blaze again, 
Void of his flame, and sheds a softer ray. 
Now through the passing cloud she seems to stoop, 
Now up the pure cerulean rides sublime, 
Wide the pale deluge floats, and streaming mild 
O’er the eky'd mountain to the shadowy vale, 
While rocks and floods reflect the quivering gleam, 
The whole air whitens with a boundless tide 
Of silver radiance trembling round the world. 
About three years ago the little daughter of a 
farmer on the Hudson river had a fall, which 
induced a long, painful and dangerous illness, 
ending in blindness; medication availed nothing. 
By accident, a switch containing maple buds 
was placed in her hand, when she began to eat 
them, and called earnestly for more, and con- 
“ I did not like tinned to eat them with avidity, improving mean- 
1 while in her general health for some fifteen days 
| or more, when this particular relish left her, and 
| she called for candy; and as in the case of the 
buds, ate nothing el.se for two weeks, when this 
also was dropped—a more natural taste returned 
with returning eyesight and usual health. This 
was instinct calling for those articles of food 
which contained the elements, the want of which 
lay between disease and recovery. 
A gentleman, aged thirty-six, seemed to be in 
the last stage of consumptive disease, when he 
was seized with an uncontrollable desire for 
common table salt: he spread it in thick layers 
over his meat, and over his bread and butter; he 
carried it in his vest pocket, which was daily 
emptied by eating a pinch at n time. He re 
gained his health, and remained well for years 
afterwards. 
There are many persons who can record from 
their own personal experience, the beginning of 
a return to health from gratifying some insatiate 
desire. The celebrated Prof. Charles Caldwell 
was fond of relating in his lectures that a young 
lady, abandoned to die, called for some pound 
cake, which “science” would have pronounced 
a deadly dose: but, as her case was considered 
hopeless, she was gratified, and recovered, living 
in good health afterwards. 
But in some forms of dyspepsia, to follow the 
cravings of appetite is to aggravate the disease. 
In low fevers, such as typhoid, yielding to the 
cravings is certain death. To know when and 
how to follow the instinct of appetite—to gratify 
the cravings of nature—is of inestimable value, 
There is a rule which is always safe, and will 
save life in multitudes of cases where the most 
skillfully “exhibited ” drugs have been entirely 
unavailing. Partake at first, of what nature 
seems to crave, in very small quantities; if no 
uncomfortable feeling follows, gradually increase 
the amount, until no more is called for. 
These suggestions and facts find confirmation 
in the large, experience of that now beautiful and 
reverend name, Florence Nightingale, whose 
memory will go down with blessing aud honor 
side by side with that of John Howard. She 
says : •• I hare seen—not by one or tens, but by 
hundreds—cases where the stomach not only 
craves, but digests things which have never been 
laid down in any dietary for the sick, especially 
for the sick whose diseases were produced by 
bad food. Fruit, pickles, jams, gingerbread, fat 
of ham, of bacon, suet, cheese, buttermilk, Ac., 
were administered freely, with happy results, 
simply because the sick craved them.—Scientific 
American, 
Ahucvtiscmcnts. 
* PPI.E 
A gale. 
716 
STOCKS.—20 ,000 choice Apple Seedlings for 
Address, BRAGG. CURTISS k Cm. 10r 
Fv-v Paw, Michigan. 
riANCER 110*1 1TAI»— CanceJs. cu-e-i wilhont pain or 
V the me of the knife. Tomorotu White Mvcllin? 
tre, Ulcers and all Chronic disess-t vicoaifaRy treated 
ttment gent free of ci.a* tre. in 
DRS. BABCOCK k TOBfk, 
27 BoPid Street, New York 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA 
WHITTLING, A USEFUL INVENTION. 
In reading, recently, a detailed statement of 
the capture of Forr Pulaski by our troops, on the 
11th of April, 1*C2, we learned that whittling was 
turned to good account. Late at night, (the en¬ 
gagement was to begin early next morning.) 
Lieutenant Porter visited all our batteries to see 
that everything was ready for the opening of the 
great drama. Many little items were found to 
be needed, and were promptly provided. At the 
ten-inch monar battery, fuse-plugs were still 
wanting, and there were none to be had. The 
ordnance officer had brought up a supply, but 
they were prepared for another piece, and were 
of no use. Here, then, were four pieces, in the 
most advanced position, which would be useless 
—and fire was to be opened at daylight. The 
officer was in despair—until a happy thought 
struck him; there was a Yankee regiment on the 
island—all Yankees are whittlers— and if that 
regiment could he turned out at once, and set to 
work at their favorite pastime, they could whittle 
out a supply of plugs before daylight. Porter 
immediately put spurs to his horse, and made 
furiously to camp. •• The Sixth Connecticut was 
ordered out to whittle, and did whittle to advan¬ 
tage, providing all the plugs that were used in 
the battery Totten ou the two succeeding days” 
—until Pulaski pulled down the rebel flag, and 
passed again under the shadow of the Stars and 
Stripes. 
I am composed of 45 letters. 
My 2, 8, 26, 20, 11 ib an amphibious quadruped. 
My 28, 34, 1, 14, 44. 40 is a river in New York. 
My 0, 10, 13, 33, 23, 32 is what many are deprived of. 
My 18, 13, 30, 4, 10 if a county in Illinois. 
My 6, 20, 41, 31 is a kind of grain." 
My 19, 43, 12, 27, 29, 11, 31 is what many are fond of. 
My IS, 42, 3S, 22 is extensively used. 
My 10, 21, 30 is an adjective. 
My 24, 33, 45, 11 is a part of a day. 
My 21, 29, 31, 20, 10, 3, 11 is a county in Minnesota. 
My 16, 7, 17, £>, 32 is the early part of life. 
My 37, 39, 4 is au importunate creditor. 
My whole is w hat aU should practice. 
Elmira, N. Y., 1863. Sara C. Stryker. 
dlT Answer in two weeks. 
dress. 
716-tf 
T° K" 1 1T ? V * AN< IER8.—A flew Choir* specimen, 
A- of pure blooded fowls .-ire for sale. White Faced 
Black Spanish. White Dorking* aod Game Fowls C,. 
vanetie- All arc absc.tutcly !“”>■ *nd bred bv ft fancier 
Also, Madagascar or Lop-eared Babbits, ami Chester County 
Pips. Address, Box 447, Hertford. Conn. 
tV AI •-.■autifal Fnprsvinp i-eu; grati-. .grj 716-2t 
1 7-MS.1I FOIl N.\ I.E.—The firm, long known as 
the Judge Smith farm, located in the town of Men¬ 
tion. Monroe County, ami about two and one-half inde. 
I r 0m the Central Depot, in the village of Honnove Fails 
is otTened for ml* on reasonable ternis. 
Said Farm Contains about three hundred seres of land 
we.l wetrj'ed, well fenced, and in a high state of cultiva- 
lion. There is on the farm a pood faun bouse, a Urge grain 
lift"' ei.'iity to thirty feet, with ntideriwnn;d stables, a 
good horse barn, corn bon«« aud Other neerrsary out- 
builuing* an apple orchard of grafted fruit, two weod lots, 
ODe on e.irli end of the farm, and containing ahoi.it twenty- 
five acres each There is aUo forty acres of alluvial fiats, 
making the farm very desirable either for stuck or grain 
purposes, A large proportion of 'be purchase money can 
remain on bond and mortgage. Further information can 
tie obtained by addressing the <»b-cribcrv. or by calling On 
them at their residence oa said farm. ilSrtt 
n , „ „ J. & J. D. SMITH. 
Bated, Hooeoye Fails, September, 1863. 
DAUlsliNKR NURSE RI KS, 
Jhittmllfe, Utintpston Co,, JY, 
Wk offer for the Fall trade, 
r.n.ooii Standard iv, r Trees, 2 and 3 vears. 
; >".ooo fiwarf Rear Trees, 2 and 3 years 
60.000 Plum Trees, extra tine; best in the State. 
100,000 Apple Tree*, .3 and 4 years. 
Cherry Trees, Orange Qnjoce, aud a general assortment 
of the small fruits. 
Also, a isree stock of Evergreens, comprising American 
Arbor Vit.s-. Hemlock Spruce, Balsam of Kir, Ac- 
Fear geediiuirs. Apple Seedlings and Augers Quince 
Stock; Perpetual and Climbing Roses, 
Catalopaes furnished to applicants. 
714-41 JOHN C. WILLIAMS k CO.. 
Sept, 1863. Lat© Williams, Ramsden & Co. 
^REES! TREES?! TREES!!! 
Foa Fall Sales, a large and unusually fine stock of 
I'MVIT J.VI4 OM.Y.l.U L'.VT.JA TREES 
in complete variety. 
Shrubs, Bosks. Bedding Plants. Bpi.ii*, Ac. 
A .SPLENDID LOT OF THREE AND FOUR YEARS OLD 
EXTRA STANDARD FEAR TREES. 
Dealers and Planters supplied on liberal terms. 
Send three cent stamp for Catalogues, as follows: 
No, 1. Descrfptlve Fruit Catalogue. 
No. 2, Descriptive Ornaineu la! Catalogue. 
No. 3. Wholesale Trade L»*L 
7H-U T. C. MAXWELL & BROS. 
Geneva. Onl. Co., N. Y., Sept. 1863. 
C'i!() A MONTH I We want Agents at $60 a month, ex- 
tlTO' / pensea paid, to fell oor Everlasting PeronLs, Ori¬ 
ental Hunter*, and 13 other useful and curious articles. 13 
Cirouiats/.r.. Address, SHAW & CLARK, Ibddeford, Me. 
w 
EAVKW4 mi'ROYED OltCHAHO WHIFFLE- 
TREKS.—FrernienttiUuig among Fruit Trees increases 
their growth and their production Of fruit, lly using 
Weaver's Orchard tVIolUetrees this can he accomplished 
without danger of barking or injuring either Nursery or 
Orchard Trees. Every man owning a Nursery Or Orchard 
should use them, .- old by M< Kixdlky is: Pollock, No. 17 
Buffalo street, Rochester, N. V, 
See Recrmrtuemfntious as below: 
We hare used Weaver's Improved Orchard Whiffletree, 
and can recommend it fullv for the merits claimed. 
KLI.WASGKK A BARRY. FROST k GO.. 
GOULD & BECKWITH, T. ft. YALE k CO. 
Bee description and engraving in Rural Sept. 5th. 
F ARM for *M.F — Containing 136 acres, one mile from 
Seneca Falls. Address, 
713 Box 316, Seneca Falla. X. Y. 
T>l<IIMiE\V ATEII FAINT.— KetTABLifiUED ISM. —Fire 
-L> and Water Proof, for roofs, outside work, decks of ves¬ 
sels, iron work, brick, tin, railroad bridges, depots, kc. 
Depot 74 Maiden Lane, New York. 
[709-261] ROBERT REYNOLDS, Agent. 
T 
XX 3D O XX A. 3VE r*I02Xr. 
EICKOK’S PATENT PORTABLE 
KEYSTONE CIDER AND WINE MILL. 
10,000 IX FSB AXD APPROVED. 
This admirable machine is now ready for the fruit har¬ 
vest of 1833. It ir, if possible, made better than ever be¬ 
fore, and well worthy the attention of all farmers wanting 
such machines. 
It has no superior in the market, nDd is the only mill that 
will properly grind grapes. For sale by all respectable 
dealer*. 
If your merchant does Dot keep them, tell him to send 
for one f ir you, or write to the monuficturcr yourself. 
Address the manufacturer, W. 0. HlCKoR, 
|709-9t] Eagle Works. Harrisburg, Pa. 
F 
For the Rural New-Yorker. 
GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA. 
Gratitude— To be thankful to God is not to 
say, •• God be praised,” or “ God be thanked;” 
but to remember what he desires, and execute 
what he commands. To be thankful to God is 
certainly to love him, and to love him is to keep 
his commandments; so saith our Saviour, “If ye 
love me, keep my commandments.”— Chillings- 
xoorth. 
I am composed of 20 letters. 
My II, 19, 12, 10 is a gulf in the Arctic Ocean. 
My 10, 20, 10,11 is a sea in Asia. 
>ly 2, 9,18, 12, 5, Li U an island in Europe. 
My 3, 18, 10 is a river in Russia. 
My 17, 2,1, 10, 12, 6 is a cape on The coast of the United 
States. 
My 1, 16, S, 6,13 is a river in one of the Territories. 
My 14,10, 4, 7, 5, 12 is a town in Ohio. 
My whole is what everybody ought to read. 
New Haven, Ohio, 1863. Amelia. 
Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
AN ANAGRAM 
Ew vhen n tiltel vtfeiaro, 
Eth rtisfae fo la! gnhsit; 
Duhslo uyo esc t he, oyu lwudo lacl reh 
A brecuh butotwi gwsni; 
Ro a yifrh dirb ro smoblos— 
Uoy aym dal the thaw ouy liwl, 
Ot haee esh raseb ubrmseeclea, 
Utb fshlree si tetrbe tlsli. 
East Kendall, N. Y., 1863. “Habhie.” 
rsr Answer in two weeks. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &c., IN No. 715. 
Answer to Geographical Enigma:—A good name is 
better than precious ointment. 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma:—Chesapeake. 
Answer to Decapitations:—Rural, Clark, Red, Potter, 
Cape, Neva. 
Answer to War Anagrams: — Yorktown, Antietam, 
Williamsburg, Harrison's Landing, South Mountain, Get¬ 
tysburg, port Sumter, Fredericksburg. 
Answer to AnagTam: 
This world is not always sad and cheerless, 
Though sometimes dark and drear, 
There is a calm for every tempest, 
A smile for everv tear. 
York. Lock thin beautiful and near RR aud market. 
Address Box 388, Batavia, N. Y. 703-tf 
TO $K><» FEU MONTH.—Agents wanted in 
every County to introduce our new “ Little 
GiA.vr SxwiSG MachiN*," price only $LS. For particulars, 
terms, kc,., address with stamp. 
$75 
703-26t 
T. S. PAGE, Gen’t Agt, Toledo, Ohio. 
OEAIG MI0R0S00PL! 
This i* the best ana cneapest Microscope 
in the world for general use. It requires no 
focal adjustment, magnifies about one hun¬ 
dred diaroeteis, or ten thousand times, and 
is so simple that a child caD use it- It will be 
sent by mail, postage paid, on the receipt of 
Two Dollars and Twenty-five cents, or with 
six beautiful mounted objects for Three Dol¬ 
lars. or with twenty-four objects for Five Do]- 
ilars Address HENRY CRAIG. 
_ 180 Centre Street, New York 
ty A liberal discount to the trade. 690 
T£EST PAMILY SEWING MACHINE, 
WHEEJLER Ac WILSON 
MANUFACTURING CO. were awarded the First Premium 
at the Great International Exhibition, London, 1862. 
Principal Office, 505 Broadway, N. Y« 
363 8. tv. [UJtlfL.fi, Agent, Hoc heater, N. V. 
MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER, 
THE LARGEST CIltOfLATP.D 
Agricultural, Literary and Family Newspaper, 
IS PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY BY 
D. D. T. MOORE, ROCHESTER, N. Y. 
Office, Union Bnildinas, Opposite the Court House, Malo St. 
TERMS, J*V JVI'JJYCE : 
Two Dollars a Year— To Clubs and Agents as follow*: 
Three Copies one year, for $3; Six, aud one free to clu 
agent, for ill); Ten, and one tree, for $13; and any greater 
number at same rate —only $1.5J per copy. Club papers 
directed to individuals and sent to ns many different Post- 
Offices aa desired. As we pre-pay American portage oa 
copies sent abroad, $1 70 is the low ext Club rate for Canadi, 
and 1 2.30 to Europe,—but during the present rate of ex¬ 
change, Canada Agents or Subscribers remitting for the 
Rural in bills of their own specie-paying banks will not be 
charged postage 
Adhere to Terms.—W e endeavor to .ir.bere strictly to 
subscription terms, and nt/Person »» authorized touferttze 
Rural oc tets than published rates. Agents and friends 
are at liberty to gine ant ay as many copies of the Rural as 
they are disposed to pay for at club rate, but we do not wish 
the paper offered, In any case, below price. 
Tex Postage on the Rural New-Yorker is only 5 eta 
per quarter to any part of this State, (except Monroe coun¬ 
ty, where it goes free,) aud the same to any other Loyri 
State, if paid quarterly in advance where received. 
Direct to Rochester, N. Y.— All persons having occa¬ 
sion to address the Rural New-Yorker, will please direct 
to Rochester. A. F., and not, as many do, to New York, 
Albany, Buffalo, Ac. Money Letters intended for us are 
frequently directed and mailed to the above places. 
