compel jib to omit a number of Departments, aDriagc 
others, and defer several columns of new advertise¬ 
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to the thousands who preserve the Bubal for future 
reference, no one can reasonably object. By a glance 
it will be seen that the Index, though mainly com¬ 
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much better next year, with enlarged borders, etc. 
Three Enough Statesmen : A Course of Lectures 
■ ou the Political History of England. By Gold win 
Smith [10 mo., pp. 298.] New York: Harper & 
e himself into the Brothers. 
bit it is nf p The scries of lectures here given numbers lour, 
‘ .if ™ l* 3 - an <J the statesmen of whom they treat are Pym, 
' jun * e that his ( < ROMVE£X an( i p ITX . To the latter, as a character 
resent necessities, ma d 0 R p of more complex combinations than the 
mlation, if formed others, most consideration is accorded, two lectures 
icn he shall be in telling of his glory and bis shame. In the sketching 
ees. His circum- of each illustrious personage named, a master mind 
but his wants have is shown — one profoundly versed in history, and 
he time for saving capable of analyzing all its facts and incidents thor¬ 
oughly. The four chapters, therefore, are rare his¬ 
torical mosaics, and will reward study. But with 
all due respect to Golpwin Smith, as one of the 
foremost scholars of the time, and without wishing 
to be hypercritical, we. must say that he seems to us 
slightly inconsistent. Clearly and tersely defining 
Statesmanship ns the art of avoiding revolntion, he 
proceeds to discourse of Ptm and Cromwell as 
statesmen, while he graphically pictures the one as 
inaugurating a revolution, and the other as carrying 
it on, or really inaugurating another. If statesman¬ 
ship be to avoid revolution, can revolutionists be 
statesmen f Sold by Steele & Avert. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker 
CHEISTMAS. 
BEADEB! SPARE THE BOOK, 
[Dedicated to all Possessors of Vol. XVIII of 
the Rural New-Yorker.] 
A song of praise 1 a song of praise! 
For Christ was born in Bethlehem! 
Oh, raise on high your tuneful lays, 
And sing aloud your joyful hymn. 
For on this happy Christmas day 
Our Christ iu Jowly manger lay. 
No downy pillow for Hit head. 
No cnrtalnB bright, around Him hung, 
But angeb hovered o'er His bed, 
Heaven's arches with their chorus rung, 
And Blessed Mart, Virgin mild, 
Kept watch above the Holy Child. 
And on this day He comes again, 
Oh, turn Him not, refused, away, 
But take Him in and heal the pain 
That He has home for many a day; 
And let Him come without a fear 
To seek your love and share, your cheer. 
E’en now fle‘6 comiDg down the street. 
Go, give Him welcome from your store; 
The snow and ice beneath His feet,— 
A beggar stands before your door! 
For if you do for one of these, 
You seek in truth your Lord to please. 
Ella D 
Reader ! spare the book 1 
Cut not a single leaf! 
You dream not of the pains we took, 
Or you’d regard our grief. 
For many a thoughtful bour 
We cull’d our fruitful brain 
To set before you fruit and flower 
All strung on beauty’s chain. 
Reader 1 spare the book 1 
It is our fancy's pet:; 
Tnm daintily its leaves, and look 
How tastefully His set 1 
There’s learning in its pages! 
There’s humor in its lines 1 
And there the wisdom of the Bage 
With poesy combines. 
Reader ! spare the book! 
Make it your daily pride. 
And keep it in a cherished nook 
Your canning skill to guide. 
And if your flic is not complete t 
Please name the lacking number, 
And you eliall be in its receipt 
Before you long can slumber. 
♦ Not by Topper, nor entirely original, 
t liy our in at 11 tig machine. 
is far ahead. Thus he goes on and on, resolv¬ 
ing and re-resolving, until he is at last surprised 
by some sudden calamity which deprives him 
even of his ordinary earnings, or by death which 
cruelly cuts him oil' in the very midst of the best 
intentions in the world. 
Did any man, we would ask, experience a fall¬ 
ing off in his income, even to so small an extent 
as one dollar In the week ? Many answer they 
have. Did they continue to live at a reduced 
rate? They reply, we did so — we were com¬ 
pelled to do it. Very well; and, pray, what Is 
the difference between being compelled to live 
a dollar a week cheaper and compelling yourself 
to do it? Or, suppose stationary wages and a 
rising produce market — did you not find that 
though bread rose a penny a loaf, und other 
provisions In proportion, you still continued to 
make your income procure something like the 
usual exhibition of victuals? You answer, yes. 
And where, I would ask, Is the difference between 
spending a small extra sum uponccrtaiu articles 
of food and laying it by for accumulation, sup¬ 
posing it not to be so needed ? It is clear that 
if you had the fortitude and strength of charac¬ 
ter to make the savings as much a matter of 
compulsion as the other circumstances are, you 
You have, therefore, no excuse to 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
THE SNOW. 
Soft falls the snow on the waiting earth, 
Naked and barren of bloom or green, 
Covering the gray of the meadows dark, 
Under a beautiful pure white screen, 
And the dry leaves murmur and whisper low, 
“Cover us, hide us pitying snow." 
The frost has been busy for many a day, 
BiightiDg the beauty of summer’s bloom, 
The last or her flowers have faded away, 
The cold vrii 1 * are chanting a dirge o'er their tomb, 
And leafless Invuifhes and shrubbery low, 
Seem waiting their beautiful mantle of snow. 
Oh, there are lives that are dreary and cold, 
Blighted by sorrow, or Seared by sin,— 
Hearts whoso chambers an; cheerless and old, 
Where never love’s sunshine eritereth in; 
Lot pity and charity, over them throw, 
A mantle as pure as the beautiful snow. 
Traverse City, Mich., 1807. h - M - 
Napoleon and the Queen of Prussia. An Histor¬ 
ical Novel. By L. Muiilbach, Author of “Marie 
Antoinette," “.Joseph If. and his Court." etc., etc. 
Translated from the German by F. .Jordan. Com¬ 
plete in one volume. With Illustrations. [Svo.— 
pp. 846.] New York: D. Appleton & Co. 
The special pica for historical novels is often put 
forth, that they tench history in an attractive form. 
A6 an offset it may be argued, that where fact and fic¬ 
tion are Intermingled we are generally at a loss to 
dintin-uish between them. One needs to be a good 
student of history to read romances claiming to be 
historical without, lumbering up llie mind with a mass 
of more rubbish. But being thus well versed, one 
would find little Inducement to peruse such volumes 
ns the one before us. Very many, however, will find 
a certain fascination In the characters of Kings and 
Queens and courtiers, as portrayed familiarly by the 
story teller, and will trace the experience* of the 
hero of Austcrlitz and the lovely Queen [of Prussia 
with much Interest. 
GUIZOT AT HERBERT’S GRAVE, 
Mons. Guizot has touched all Paris by the 
sadness of the speech he made a few days since 
at tbo grave of Mons. Herbert. The following 
paragraph is quite touching:—“I must express 
here the sentiment I feel at, this moment. I am 
weary of seeing them die before whom 1 ex¬ 
pected to die; 1 atn weary of seeing myself 
preceded in the road to the Eternal Future by 
them I should have preceded there, and who 
seemed destined to follow me there—to follow 
This greatest of mis¬ 
written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker, 
MOSSES. 
Soft, green mosees, bo unlike the frail Bister- 
hood of the fields that withered in the icy 
breath which came from the North-land, leaving 
Mother Earth to battle alone iu the great strug¬ 
gle of Life and Death. But over the mosses — 
lowly children of earth —pass alike unheeded 
snow of winter and heat of summer. How beau¬ 
tiful they grow under the shadow of the wood, 
weaving silently a carpet soft as eveuing clouds; 
and all the more lovely because none can tell 
the mystery of their growth, nor why fallen tree 
and min is ever their chosen garden. 
Ah! swift-footed Time, why is it that where 
your steps fall heaviest, there grow the soft 
folds greenest, thickest? In the dark or in the 
light, still silent, busy, patient, touching and 
tinting with magic pencil, till the harsh out¬ 
lines are softened to beauty, and a second Eden 
| springs from the ruin of years. Castles grow 
would save, 
present for not saving, except that you are too 
weak-minded to abstain from using money which 
is in your power .—New York Ledger. 
Sold by Adams & Ellis 
me at a great distance, 
fortunes has befallen me in my dearest affec¬ 
tions; it pursues me in my friendships. A few 
years since, at Paris, I followed to the grave 
one of my most distinguished coteuiporarics in 
literature, Mons. Ampere, whom I had appointed 
a few years before to the chair of French Litera¬ 
ture in the College of France, which lie filled In 
a most brilliant manner. A few months after 
Mons. Ampere, 1 saw one of his warmest, ad¬ 
mirers die, a young priest, the Abbe Ilcnry 
Perreyve, who died, as I have elsewhere said, in 
the flower of youth, faith and virtue. And now 
here I stand before the tomb of Mons. Herbert, 
long the faithful associate of my labors in the 
diplomatic career. These are sadnesses which 
leave permanent uneasiness iu the soul." 
SHOPPING MANNERS, 
Tiir Turk and the Greek; Or, Creeds, Races 
Society ami Scenery iu Turkey, Greece, and the 
Isles of Greece. By S. G. W Benjamin. [16mo.— 
pp. 2'iH.j New York: Hurd A Houghton. 
llKRKareten pleasantly written chapters illustra¬ 
tive of Oriental Life, by one who Is evidently well 
Informed regarding it. They give a vivid impression 
of the races and countries of the Levant, and are en¬ 
livened by interesting anecdotes relative to their cus¬ 
toms, manners, &c. The. last chapter is devoted te 
a succinct history of Crete, the li ttle island whose peo¬ 
ple so much desire independence. Sold by Dewet. 
THE AET OF GRINDING TOOLS, 
More than one-half of all the wear and tear 
and breakage und bother of dull tools comes 
from a lack of proper knowledge and practice 
in grinding. All steel, however refined, is com¬ 
posed of individual fibcrB laid lengthways In 
the bar, held firmly together by cohesion; and 
in almost ail farm implements of the cutting 
kind the steel portion which formB the edge, if 
from a section of a bar, Is laid in and welded to 
the iron longitudinally, so that it is the side of 
the bundle of fibers hammered and ground 
down that forms the edge. Hence, by holding 
on the grind-stone all edge-tools, as axes, draw¬ 
ing-knives, knives of reapers, scythes, knives 
of straw-cutters, etc., in such a manner that 
the action of the stone is at right angles with 
the plane of the edgo; or, in plainer words, by 
holding the edge of the tools square across the 
stone, the direction of the fibers will bo changed 
so as to present the ends instead of the side as 
a cutting edge. By grinding in this manner a 
The Diart of a Mim inkii, By Belli Otis. [16 
mo., pp. 200 .J New York: Hurd & Houghton. 
There are. many outlooks upon the world of human 
nature, philosophical, wise and otherwise. That from 
behind a milliner’s counter may not lie the latest,but, 
we haven't read anything about it before. The little 
weaknesses of shopping are keenly pictured in the 
disconnected scenes in this beautiful volume, and if 
nil kinds of people wiBh to see themselves as their 
fellows behind the counters see them, they tau be 
gratified by perusing it. Sold by Adams & Ellis. 
KEEPING NEAB THE GBEAT CAPTAIN 
_ m 0. ~ ... 
During the roar and tumult of a great battle 
in Northern Georgia, while rows of artillery 
were belching forth fire and death, and sky and 
land trembled to the tumult of the dreadful 
battle-shock, eye-witnesses say that little birds 
flew down from the tree-tops and perched them¬ 
selves, some upon the shoulders of the gunners, 
and others upon the very wheels of the cannon. 
There they were safe. So tn the rude and 
tremendous battle of life wc all need to be near 
the great Captain of Salvation, and while his 
lightnings flush and thunders roll, and arrowy 
tempests fall upon his foes, we, safe by Mb side, 
can even share in the rapture of the strife, and 
exult in the victories lie gains. Our own 
strength is perfect weakness, but our perfect 
weakness is changed into the strength of Om¬ 
nipotence itself when we walk with Jesus, and 
wear his armor, and light with all prayer and 
supplication in the Spirit. 
Oliver Twist. By Charles Dickens. [12mo.— pp. 
172.] New Y'ork: D. Appleton &Co. 
Tint popularity of Mr.. Dickens’ writings is suffi¬ 
ciently attested by the numerous editions tlierof 
which are offered to the reading public. This volume 
is the first of an edition for tbo million, well printed, 
bound in paper with illuminated covers, and afforded 
for the very low price of twenty-five cents each. 
The other volumes will appear in rapid succession. 
Sold by Adams & Ellis. 
and is far less liable to "nick 
—Germantown ( fict.) Telegraph. 
CURIOUS CALCULATIONS. 
Works of Charles Dickens. Globe Edition. The 
Pickwick Faukus. Four Volumes in One. [16mo. 
—pp. 1164.] New York: Hurd & Houghton. 
Another volume of the incomparably beautiful 
Globe Edition of Dickens, with its charming little 
illustrations, its fine white paper and clear cut type. 
The chronicles of the Pickwick Club first brought 
Mr. Dickknb Into general repute as a writer, and they 
will long contiuuo to be read with pleasure. For 
sale by Dewey. 
What a noisy creature would u man be were 
his voice, in proportion to liis weight, as loud as 
that of a locust. A locust can be heard at a dis¬ 
tance of one-sixteenth of a mile. The golden 
wren is said to weigh but half an ounce; that a 
middling * sized man would weigh dowu not 
short of four thousand of them 
A BEAUTIFUL PICTURE. 
The man who stands upon his own soil, who 
feels that by the laud in which he Uvea—by the 
laws of civilized nations—he is, the rightful and 
exclusive owner of the land he tUls, Is by the 
constitution of our nature, under a wholesome 
influence not easily imbibed from any other 
source. He feels, other things being equal, 
more strongly than another, the character of a 
man as the lord of an inanimate world. Of this 
great and wonderful sphere which, faaMoncd by 
the hand of God, and upheld by His power, is 
rolling through the heavens, a part is his—his 
from the centre to the sky. It is the space on 
which the generation before moved its round of 
duties, and he feels himself connected by a link 
with those who follow, and to whom he is to 
transmit a home. 
Perhaps his farm has come down to him from 
his father. They have gone to their last home! 
but he can trace their footsteps over the scenes 
of Ms dally labors. The roof which shelters 
him was reared by those to whom he owes his 
being. Borne interesting domestic tradition is 
connected with every enclosure. The fayorite 
and it must 
be strange if a golden wren would not ontweigh 
four of our locusts, 
Supposing, therefore, that 
a common man weighs as much as sixteen thou¬ 
sand of our locusts, and that the note of a locust 
can be heard one-sixteenth of a mile, a man of 
common dimensions, pretty sound in wind and 
limb, ought to he able to make himself heard at 
the distance of one thousand six hundred miles; 
and when he sneezed "his house ought to fall 
about bis ears! " Supposing a flea to weigh one 
grain, which is more than its actual weight, and 
to jump one and a half yards, a common man of 
one hundred and fifty pounds, with jumping 
powers in proportion, could jump twelve thou¬ 
sand eight hundred miles, or about the distance 
from New York to CocMn China. 
All There.—A whole family in heaven! 
Who can picture or describe the everlasting joy ? 
, nor mother, nor 
In the world below’ 
BOOKS, MAGAZINES, &c., RECEIVED. 
No one absent. Nor fath 
son, nor daughter are away, 
they were uuited in faith, and love, and peace, 
and joy. In the morning of the resurrection 
they ascended together. Before the throne they 
how together in uuited adoration. On the banks 
of the River of Life they walk hand in hand, and 
as a family have commenced a career of glory 
which shall be everlasting. There is hereafter 
to he no separation in that family, No one is to 
lie down upon a bed of pain. No one to wander 
in the arms of death. Never in Heaven is that 
Some idea of the extent of London may be 
formed Irom the fact that there are between seven 
and eight thousand streets, many of them being 
miles in length. There are one hundred and 
twenty-five thousand shop-keepers. There are 
two thousand different kinds of trades, among 
wMcb are nineteen hundred butchers, three thou¬ 
sand grocers, fifteen hundred dairymen, twenty- 
seven hundred bakers, three thousand tuilors, 
three thousand four hundred shoemakers, fifteen- 
hundred linen drapers, and six hundred hatters. 
Christians in the Vale.— Some well-mean¬ 
ing Christians tremble for their salvation, be¬ 
cause they have never gone through a valley of 
tears and sorrow to arrive at regeneration; to 
satisfy such minds, it may he observed, that the 
slightest sorrow for sin is sufficient, if it pro¬ 
duce amendment, and that the greatest is insuf¬ 
ficient, if it do not Therefore, by their own 
fruits let them prove themselves; for some soils 
will take the good seed without being watered 
by tears or harrowed up by affliction. 
eolves in shopping than almost anythiug else. A 
degree of selfishness in bargaining is naturally 
to be expected. It Is not, indeed, to be whollj 
condemned. But it behooves every one to take 
heed lest it he perverted, and crop out in petty 
meannesses utterly unbecoming, and in the end 
degrading. 
There arc two sides to this counter balance, 
as there are to every other. Perhaps the indi¬ 
vidual behind the counter lacks as much in 
genuine politeness, not unfrcquently, as does 
the one opposite. We have seen tradespeople 
supercilious and inclined to insolence, and sneh 
deserve condemnation as much as or more than 
the shoppers. But is it any wonder that they 
bow and then lose patience? Beiug courteous, 
and showing goods to hundreds who they know 
have no intention to buy, who are only gratify¬ 
ing a curious taste at the expense of others, is 
sufficient to try any person’s temper. Have we 
ever thought how many yards of forbearance a 
\shop keeper measures oil in a day? A little 
goes with a hit of ribbon, may be, a good deal 
Vith the silk for a dress—here a little and there 
a ^ttle, until Jon’s remarkable equanimity is 
equalled, and the nightfall sends all the shop- 
peri to their homes! 
winds through the meadow. There lies the 
path to the village school of earlier days. He 
still hears from the window the voice of the 
Sabbath bell which called his father to the house 
of God; and near at hand is the spot where his 
parents laid down to rest, and where, when his 
time has come, he shall be laid by his children. 
These are the feelings of the owner of the soil. 
Words cannot paint them; they flow out of the 
deepest fountains of the heart; they are the 
life-spring of a fresh, healthy and generous na¬ 
tional character. 
Aw Ancient Ring. —It is claimed for a certain 
ring, lately bequeathed to hi6 daughter by a 
knight who died, Teighmouth, that it wa9 once 
the property of the Queen of Sheba, who gave it 
to Solomon. It was taken from Jerusalem by 
Titus, brought to Rome, and was given by Cle¬ 
ment VIII. to Wolsey. From him it passed to 
the monks of Leicester Abbey, and thence into 
private hands on the dissolution of the monas¬ 
teries. It is added that the fortunate owner of 
this ancient relic is a ward in chancery. 
The sweetest word in our language is Love. 
The greatest word in our language is God. The 
word expressing the shortest time is Now. The 
three make the greatest and the sweetest duty 
man can perform. 
The thought of death, that strikes the wise 
man with awe, may leave unshaken the self-com¬ 
placency of the fool. The wind that rocks the 
tower whistles through the hut. 
In reading the Scriptures, we should not be 
satisfied, unless we have a consciousness of re¬ 
verence, a feeling oi deep interest, and a desire 
for spiritual profit, 
Alt, arc brothers before God. Mutually need¬ 
ful we must be; mutually helpful we should be. 
Hardness.— Hardness is a want, of minute 
attention to others. It does not proceed from 
malignity or a carelessness of inflicting pain, but 
from a want of delicate perception of those little 
things by whioh pleasure is conferred or pain 
excited. 
Probably the oldest hook extant, ever pub¬ 
lished in America, is now in possession of Gen¬ 
eral J. VV. Phelps, of Vermont. It is a diction¬ 
ary of the Aztec language, and was printed in the 
city of Mexico, in 1571 —nearly fifty years before 
the landing of the Pilgrims of Plymouth, and 
more than thirty years previous to the establish¬ 
ment of the colony at Jamestown, Va. 
It is not what we eat, but what we digest, that 
makes ns fat—not what we make, but what we 
save, that makes us rich—not what we read, but 
what we remember, that makes us wise. 
That philanthropy which is most unostenta¬ 
tious springs from the most generous impulses. 
