lip* 
For Horses,: 
i V,tkR C-i i>j,* »*jW1 
THE BEST IS THE CHEAPEST! 
Lad come to me in tluse few short weeks — a 
change such a* comes but once in woman's life 
— and that one dear image was enshrined upon 
my lieart Jorcver! How I struggled with tuy 
pride, acd choked back the tears, that! might 
bid him the Just adieu! 
“ Como here, Hallie — I want to whisper to 
you before I go,” he said. “ Sit down close to 
me now, lor it 5s something of vital import—to 
one at .Vast — which I wish to eomnannicate. I 
love you, Hallie, with all my heart; will you 
he my little wife ?” 
11 Dear Georoe ” was all I could utter — hat 
my little brown hand nestled in his broad white 
palm, while a whole shower of kisses rained 
down upon my burning cheeks. Then the little 
brown £ 
glittering 
ever been—not even a g 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker 
WRINKLES.* 
ELECTION IS OVER ! 
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WINTER IS CORING! 
.AJNHD NOW IS THE TIME TO 
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Wf.inki.eb deep are on my forehead, 
Graven there by passing yean; 
Withered are your forms and features, 
LSden are our hearts with fears. 
Cut our love is brightly burning. 
Warm as when in youth we met. 
When the r. >sy clouds of morning 
Wrapped us in their sylvan net. 
Our clasped hands arc withered strangely, 
Trembling, too. with weakness grown— 
We have labored in life’s vineyard 
Having reapt what wc have sown— 
We aru hastening to the river, 
Losing sight of earthly love— 
One by one the landmarks fading, 
Brighter—brighter—those above. 
We have lost some earthly treasures, 
And our hearts were wounded sore; 
Cut they're only gone before us— 
Gone to open heaven's door. 
We will cheer each In our sorrow, 
Kneeling low before the throne; 
Pleading there with trembling voices, 
•‘Take us. Father, as thine own.” 
We’ve lived so many years together, 
Tis seeming that, our lives arc one. 
And sad, ah 1 sad, will he the parting 
When you eternal life have won. 
But my old heart will cast life's moorings 
When you, my aged wife, are gone, 
And sail through seas of doubt and sorrow 
To the haven you have won. 
Set to music by the author. 
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ijpg/b were gently withdrawn, ana a , 'Wr- 
em trembled where no ornament had j (Jp ; ; ' . jfsqpg :' 
olfleu circlet, dear read- |jK lid, 
er,—and I, plain FIallie Mat, the little country M'.y 1 
girl, with my son-burnt face and awkward wajs, fflti', 
was the betrothed wile of the rich and courted / |jjt iL. 
George Arnold! |jBjj> ■wJNvw/ 
Yes, for though it all seemed like a beautiful 1 vjsj* . Atw \p/ 
dream, now that he Lad gone and left me alone ffl U & 
with my great happiness — yet there it lay, idly 1 \ t .■ /Jj j ■) M 
resting upon my lap, the tame hand which had j /gS&jir''/ 
done the disli-waaliingfor solong, and the milk* i ^ 
ing ami butter-making. Yes, there it lay with j 
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how Lues iu the beautiful sun-light—which had 
never looked *o bright before nor brought such : 
a warmth of light and gladness to my heart! 
He had told me that the next train was to bear 
him to the city, but that he would see me again 
on the morrow—and this was all I could remem¬ 
ber, as I sat there so long, just where he had 
left me, thinking, thinking, thinking, until the 
8 uu sank behind the blue hills — and 1 arose, 
with a ” Praise Thee, O Father!” upon my lips! 
It was years ago,— utd I am still the happiest 
little wife in the land, while my dear George 
still maintains that rfo one else makes quite such 
cake"and pastry as his own little wpe Hallie! 
)SI E R. A KENTUCKIAN. 
KITED STATES, ACCORDING TO POPULAR IMPRESSIONS-No. II 
WIT AND HTJMOE. 
Another Doctor, —The patient of a “root and 
herb ” medicine man got the following prescrip¬ 
tion from him for a bad cold:—“Putcher feet in 
hot wotter, gotobed and drink a pint of loot.” 
The patient brought the enigma to us in despair. 
“ 1 can make out the first port well enough,” he 
said. 41 Put your feet in hot water, go to bed, 
and drink a pint—that is plain enough. But 
whaf ia loot?” We were embarrassed at first, 
but a happy inspiration struck us. L—oo—t, 
ell—double o—tee, elder-blow tea. And that 
turned out to be the explanation. 
The following is published in au exchange as 
a “Widow’s Recipe to Get a HusbandIn¬ 
vite a nice young men to tea, set him a laughing 
every five minutes daring the evening, let him 
have six kisses, and You’ll be his wife after twenty 
similar operations.” If the recipe should fail in 
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There is a hoy down East, who is accustomed 
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steam whistle so perfectly as to deceive the 
officer at the station. His last attempt proved 
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out and “switched” him off. 
It was not Intended ns a Joke when a person in 
New York declaring he would not write a line— 
fact orfletiou—for any ” Journal,” “Day-Book” 
or “Ledger,” under the “Sun,” received from 
a clergyman the quiet reply, “ Nor-wood—1.” 
“Where are you going?” asked a little boy 
of another who had just slipped and fallen 
down on an icy pavement. “ Going to get up ” 
was the blunt reply. 
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D. D. T. MOORE, Rochester, N. Y« 
this school. The kindness of Mrs. Auvixgton, 
our preceptress, rendered tbi; a home, a rest to 
my weary heart alter that mournful event, and 
as I seemed more content here than elsewhere, 
my father consented that I should remain until 
I had finished my studies. But Nellie, I fear 
there will never he a home of kindneBS for me 
elsewhere. In the pleasures of study I uftikncs 
lose thought of my sorrow, but when alone the 
pent-up reelings of my yearning heart burst 
forth. I pause — but oh, the past year has been 
one of deep affiieliofi. My father became sud¬ 
denly acquainted with a kidy of reputed worth, 
and, needing some person to take charge ol his 
neglected household, offered his hand iu mar¬ 
riage to Mrs Beverly. She was a widow, and 
has but one child—a little girl of five summers, 
cut from my childhood home to a distant 1 Upon I la is c^ntert d every MUetion of her heart. 
' attend a youug ladies’ boardlng-shool. ' Four months ago, I for tl , l first time siucc 
who have passed the trying ordeal of a ‘ their marriage, visited my cjrly home. With- 
diy” at a new school can imagine my fed- 0 ut, it wore the same appear.luce as iu former 
rlien I was ushered into a room where 1 days,—but within bow changed! A stranger 
seated about sixty young ladies, varying Land had arranged my ruouter's apartments 
from nice to twenty years. No smile of 1 6 o widely different that i * yn-e felt 1 was at 
itiou met my eye, for I was an utter ; home. I vis at first eordiMijv receiv' d by my 
er to all save the Preceptress. It was a >tep-mo*.lrer, out in a few uiya she ceased to 
day to me, and glad indeed/was I when j notice me at ail, and I was le;t to my owe will. 
>ur of retiring came, for 1 longed to in- | One morning 1 stepped into lire parlor to look 
in thoughts of the happy Lome and kind j once more at rnv mother’s plank It was a birth- 
> 1 had left, apart from the gaze of my ' day gift from lather one vear after marriage. I 
"Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
HOW IT HAPPENED 
BY MRS, WILKINSON, 
Reader, would you like to know how it hap¬ 
pened that 1 became the wife of George Ar¬ 
nold, the rich banker? Well, I will tell you. 
We were very poor at home — that is, as the 
world goes we would have been considered so. 
My father lived on a very small farm —working 
hard, as our scant Income would allow but little 
outside help; — inside there was none, as I was 
both housekeeper and mistress, auil, strange to 
say, was equally contented and happy. 
I had no mother, hut loved my kind father 
dearly, and his encouraging “ You arc a t reasure, 
Hallie,” was all the reward 1 asked. From 
him T received the better part of my education 
—his huviug been far above his station in life,— 
and from him 1 could receive instruction which 
it would have been impossible to obtaiu iu the 
district siiool which 1 attended. Accomplish¬ 
ments of a superficial nature 1 cared hut little 
for, but prided myself upon toy practical and 
thorough knowledge of everything pertaining to 
household affairs. My bread was the whitest 
(so aunt Susy said) in the neighborhood — my 
butter [the sweetest, — and then such pastry; 
you can never know what a naek it is to make 
nice pastry, dear reader, unless you, too, have 
been^domcsticutcd, ns I was. Well in the man¬ 
ufacturing of tarts and pics, no one could turn 
a more skillful hand than myself. I used to ting 
all day long at my work and never grew weary 
as some would have done of my cares. 
We were to have a “fair” in B-, about 
four miles away, and premiums were offered for 
the hefct rnude bread, butter, cheese, Ac., as well 
as other articles of domestic manufacture. Now 
■1 had been working busily— all my spare time 
lor the last three months, — on a “ patch work” 
quilt, and had just taken the last stitch, when 
Aunt Busy came In and insisted upon my send¬ 
ing it, as well as a large roll of my golden but¬ 
ter, which I had that morning worked over and 
hidden away in the coolest corner of the cellar. 
This I at last consented to, and Aunt Su&y 
tucked in a loaf of my new-made bread besides; 
uud would yon believe It? I took the premium 
on the whole three! 
“ Well, child, did’nt 1 tell you so?” and Aunt 
Busy’s sunny face peered in at the sitting room 
window, where 1 was arranging the little white 
cUrtains and IoopiDg them back with wreaths of 
myrtle. “ Y r cs, 1 knew It all along, and now I 
have a hit of news for you. There is a young 
gentleman, pale as a 4 water lily,’ at our house, 
who wants country board, with the best of 
country fare, such as light bread, fresh eggs, 
butter, etc., w'ilh plenty of new milk, and all 
that sort o’ thing. I told him 1 had no accom¬ 
modations, hut if he could got hoard where the 
young lady lived who took the premiums yestcr- 
dayfibe would be all[rigbt. And then he asked 
rue gentleman-like to intercede for him that 
1 came right over at once, and now r you wont 
rcfuse’.him, will you dear? —for he really looks 
to be in need of country air and diet.'’ 
44 But, pray, Aunt Busy, what am I to do with 
a young gentleman in the house ?” I asked, 
laughing, “and a city sprig at that—with his 
city airs and notions !” 
“O, Hallie! hut he ia so pale!” interposed 
kind-hearted Aunt Susy, “ and so gentlemanly, 
and when I told him what a splendid little 
housekeeper you were, and how quiet and shady 
it was here, he said it was just such a pia-c us he 
desired. You will not refuse him, will you 
dear?” 
“ Jnst'&s father says, dear Aunty, you are such 
an eloquent pleader!” 
“Then you have no excuse, for I asked him 
on the way,” she said. 
“Did you? — send him over then,” I (laugh* 
ingly’repHed, ‘“and remember you are respon¬ 
sible.” 
Written tor Moore’s Rural New-Yorker, 
A SKETCH OF EABLY DATS. 
CELEBRATED MAGIC OIL, 
EY NELLIE LINDEN 
Warranted ia cases < f Jt!u"r.ritl*in ; 
w Patna. 
Tlie Best and tluapcst Horst*an 
Medicine in the World 
Cued tftroufrhottf the I’niteil Sti/ti rv /,•;: ( * Vm- 
atifts during the taxi V.'» ;;■*"</*.», 
For the care oftlie various i t>* v: ,,icb 
li.-rses and 1 . tittle are subject; *< ■ n as 
Kotmd.-r, Distemper, ilicte Bound. 1 *; 
of Appetite, Inward Strains. Yellow 
Water. Fistula,Poll Evil, Serai,dt* * or 
Ureh.se, Mange, Inflammation Of the 
Eyes, and Fatigue from Hard Labor; 
also, Rlnuinatisin, (commonly called 
Stiff complaint), which proves fatal to so 
many valuable 1 torses lu this country. 
ILLUSTRATED REBUS, 
near and dear frleud. But being a stranger I 
wisely retained my thoughts, and we went to 
rest indulging lu but little conversation. The 
uext day I particularly noticed that she was a 
favorite with all Irom the kindness with which 
she was treated, and the manner in which she 
was looked to lor advice and assistance even by 
those older than herself. Lizzie Montgomery 
was not what the world calls beautiful, hut 44 her 
soul spoke in her eyes,” and her kindly smile 
and ready willingness to do good iu every place, 
had so won the hearts of those around her that 
it would have seemed a desecration to call her 
aught than lovely. She was one to win the 
heart’s best affections, and call out the purest 
feelings of the soul. 
About three months after my entrance in 
school, as we were one evening seated in the par¬ 
lor appropriated to our use, one of the young 
ladies handed Lizzie a volume of Mrs. Hemas's 
poems—and requested her to road a piece of her 
own selection. Iu a clear and silvery voice she 
read that most beautiful poem, “The Bride ol 
the Greek Isle,” but scarcely had she finished 
ere every voice was raised to plead for one more. 
She selected “The Messenger Bird;” but her 
eye grew dim with tears as Fhe proceeded, until 
at the fourth verse she paused, closed the book 
and left the room. 1 quickly followed, for I had 
become deeply ...terested in her sadness and 
determined if possible to dispel the gloom which 
darkened her young spirit. I paused at tkedoor 
of our room and beheld Lizzie seated at the 
open window, weeping convulsively. Her long 
black tresses hung around her pule cheeks, and 
the soft wind of a summer cveulngplayed gently 
round her brow, seemingly to soothe her troub¬ 
led spirit —but in vain. She would raise her 
eyes to the starry sky, hut its calm and placid 
beauty soothed not her heart, i entered the 
room and kneeling by her side trove to calm her 
wild cinotiou. Like a weary child she listened, 
until 1 spoke of Heaven and its glories, when 
she exclaimed, “Oh, Nellie, uiv only hope is 
there; 1 shall not long remain to suffer here— 
my Heavenly Father is kind and he will take 
me to himself. You have often asked the cause 
of my deep dejection—you shall know all. 
“Two years ago I was lire child of wealthy 
parents —lovul, caressed and most happy. If 
ever A ngehspirils dwell on earth in human form, 
i believe my mother was one. <Jli, how I loved 
to set at her feet and listen as she told me of 
ihat”iome beyond the sky where she was soon 
going, and her Lizzie would then have no moth¬ 
er. Since my earliest recollection she was feeble 
SLOAN’S CONDITION POWDER 
!I;i? tl.« lare/'t stile -1 f an; H>-:*(3 Oii.l Cattle Medi- 
cinoin this country. It 1* (WHipr-ied of herbs at; ! roots, 
and I t iiJtdn.-fS, s-ifuty. certainty and thor. redness, 
stands pre-eminently lit this Leud of the lie*. . I Horse 
and Celtic ikdiefnrt. 
It entries oti all prom humors, prevents lior-'-s from 
becoming Stiff or foundering,puriJias tbo blood. :’ ,..>.eu8 
(lie skill, and pives it a smooth and glossy np; e ; nice 
rlea: *<•-; tlie water and etreuptliens every part i f the 
b nly. it is also i »at> ur.d certain remedy for 1 aghs 
md‘col ls.which generate so many fatal disease*. 
Nwk? :<*rT --=». 
J3P" Answer in two weeks, 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorke: 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 31 letters. 
\Iy l»i, 20, 7, 30, 24 is a constellation. 
My 22, 10, 3, 8, 29, 21, 31 is what a great many people 
write, 
My 25, 20, 23, 27 Is a part of the hand. 
My 18,4,13 will he found on a handkerchief. 
My 28,16, 30, J7,18 is a part of the head. 
My 12. 2,1, 5,19 denotes a distinction of time. 
My 0,14,10, SI, 4 is used by fishermen. 
My 9,20,11 is an affirmative word. 
My whole ia a true Baying. 
East Palmyra, N. Y. E. H. Clark, 
ysjt" Answer in two weeks. 
The Cow r. f|Viii >•-« to t-upi lied with in rd nr.d'ince 
of food —not to unike 1 el - fit—thin Is nor . .--Ur dde, 
but to keep up .1 regular secret fen of milk, m.dall 
owners of cows will ii«id l-y ^'rin^ them 
SLOAN S CONDITION POWDERS 
twice n Week, u targe in.-iea*.- in qnm.iity at,<! i.rr.llty 
of milk and . ream. It ■■ r.-ic.* off ail fever and impur¬ 
ities of the blood Tij*.olivet w <w throughout the 
61 - ibou by a rich and abundant CuW of r:,ilk, 
The farmer is beginning t • b-e aware of the - finable 
properties Sloan’* Condition I'ondi r, in 
promoting the cuiiditiria i«l hi*: sheep nml p,eventing 
mat v of tin. d;.'0i!»c3 of all the d:.;.icistieated animals. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker 
AN ANAGRAM. 
’Wast “thaif adn rowks,” halt einvex sontique, 
Ueyt dofun out saye fo isitondeg, 
Ililew and noale orf “bifat” nneeddeot, 
Naje lyJnque “ dogo krows ” neeedddf. 
Eaionville, N. Y. s. a. a, 
Answer m two weeks. 
tt-ir-A fifty cent j act: u* j of Monti's ror:«!it ion 
Powder put ii.tr> a t ■ ' < t -".'i’l U L.-r >■ *k;n a 
bushel of corn to fatten a h. -c, and i- a rertni'i ’ . ven- 
tive of Hog Cholera, Blind fd.ic.j-'ri and c: n r diseases 
c otamon arnoDg hog*.. 
CAUTION.—To pr tect ourselves nnd I lie public 
from being imposed upon by worthless imitate the 
genuine will bear th« facsimile signature <•{ the pro* 
prletors on the wrapper. 
PRICK 25 & 60 CTS. PER PACKAGE. 
For sale by Druggists mid Merchants i'vry- ■ 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
MATHEMATICAL PROBLEM, 
I , ;*u to cm off one-half of a circular garden, the 
diameter of which is 19 rods, by describing a circle 
With its center on the garden's circumference. Re¬ 
quired the radius of the enttiug circle. 
New London, N, Y. S. G. Cagwin. 
Answer iu two weeks. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &c., IN No. 927, 
Sole Proprietors, Chi' -•> ' 
P O. Drawer 5S26. 
General WliolesaleJAffents.—N ew Y .an — 
Fraser* Lee, F. C. Wells * Co., w. H. 8chielltlin ite Co., 
Dennis Barnes & Co., Hall & Ducket, McKcm-cn & l.ob- 
bins. Ufil-thia-tf 
Answer to Miscellaneous EnigmaPhilip Sheridan, 
Answer to Anagram: 
For many a ruffe on every side 
I see the golden corn, 
And hear the cricket’s notes aroand 
Sound like a fairy horn 
la concert with the wild bee’s drone, 
In elfin murmurs borne. 
1YEW CATALOGUE FOR FALL 1S«? AND 
lv gi-Kixo OF ’to.—l'i’ acres planted \> Uh 40 varieties ol 
Strawberries, Raspberries. Blackberries nod Currants. 
More ground planted tn Wilson's Early than all other 
sorts cuuilfincd. 8end stamp for copy to 
JOHN S. COLLINS, Aloorestovrn, N. J. 
Mr. Arnold must return to the city! Busi- 
uess’called him, and he must go! 
Oh ! how these words thrilled aud startled me 
into acknowledge of myself; and I saw a chauge 
The latter part oi’ a wise man’s life is taken up 
iu curing the follies, prejudices and false opin¬ 
ions he had contracted in the former. 
