a covered basket he started for home, turning invol¬ 
untarily down the street, which would take him 
through the Hollow. He did not often go that way, 
for though it was quite as near, ’twas not a pleasant 
portion of the town. But he was going that way 
now, and as he came near the brown house, from 
whose windows a cheerful light was shining, he 
thought of his new tenants, and half decided to call; 
then, remembering that one of his clerks had told 
him of a stylish-looking young lady who had in¬ 
quired for him that afternoon, expressing much 
regret at his absence, and saying she should call at 
his house early in the evening, he concluded to go 
on. Still the light shining out upon the. snow 
seemed beckoning him to come, and turning back 
he stood beneath the window from which the cur¬ 
tain was drawn aside, revealing a picture at which 
lie paused a moment to gaze. The blind man sat in 
his old arm chair just as Auoe had 6aid he should 
do, and the flickering flame of the blazing fire shone 
on his frosty locks and lighted up his grief-worn 
face, on which there was a pitiful expression most 
touching to behold. The sightless eyes were down¬ 
ward cast as if they fain would see the fair young 
head and wealth of soft brown tresses resting on 
his knee. 
Alice was weeping. All the day long she had 
striven to repress her tears, and when, as 6be sat in 
the ginhering night with her father, he 6aid, “ tihe 
was with us one year ago,” they hurst forth, and 
layiug her head upon his lap she sobbed bitterly. 
There were words of love spoken of the lost one, and 
as Mr. Howland drew near Mr. Walken said, “’Tie 
well, perhaps, that she died before she knew what 
’twas to be so poor.” 
The words, “to be so poor,” caught Mr, How¬ 
land’s ear, and glancing around the humble apart- 
rneut, he fancied he knew why Alice wept. Just 
then she lifted up her head and he saw the tears on 
her cheek. Mr. Howland was unused to tears,— 
they aficctfid him strangely,— and as the sight of 
them on Alice Wahren’s eye-lashes when she told 
him her father was blind had once brought down 
the rent of that house by half, so now the sight of 
them upon her cheek as she sat at that blind father’s 
feet brought himself into her presence and the tur¬ 
key from his basket! Depositing his gift upon the 
table and apologizing for his abruptness, he took the 
chair which Alice offered him, and in a short, space 
of time forgot the “stylish-looking lady” who had 
60 nearly prevented him from being where he was,— 
forgot everything save the blue of Alice’s eyes and 
the mournful sweetness of her voice as she answered 
the few questions he addressed to her. He saw at 
once that, both father aud daughter were educated 
and refined,—but he did not question them of the 
past, for he felt instinctively that it would he to 
them au unpleasant, subject, so he convened upon 
indifferent topics, and Alice, listening to him, could 
scarcely believe he was the man whom she hadhere- 
tofore associated with her wages of Saturday night, 
so familiar and friendly he seemed. 
“You will come to see us again." Mr. Warren 
said to his visitor when the latter arose to go, and 
smiling down on Alice, who stood with her arm 
across her father’s neck, Mr. Howland answered, 
“Yes, I shall surely come again.” 
He bade them good night, and as the door closed 
after him, the bliuu man said, “ It seems darker now 
that he Is gone,” hot to Alice, looking through the 
window' pane, the room was lighter far far that brief 
visit. Mr. Howland, too, felt better for the call. 
He had done them some good, he hoped, and the 
picture of the two ns he had left them was pleasant 
to remember, a ul then, as he drew near his home 
and saw in imug Jnation his own large easy chair be¬ 
fore the blazing ^ire, he tried to fancy himself a blind 
man, sitting th :ie, with a brown-haired maiden’s 
arm around his neck !—[To be continued. 
Tub light at home: How bright it beams 
When evening shades around ns fall: 
And from the lattice far it gleams, 
To love, and rest, and comfort all. 
When wearied with the toils of day, 
And strife for glory, gold or fame, 
Ilow sweet to seek the qniet way, 
Where loving lips will lisp our name. 
When Through the dark and stormy night 
The wayward wanderer homeward hies, 
How c heering is the ! winking light, 
Which tlirough the forest gloom he spies 
It is the light of home.—he feels 
That loving hearts will greet him there, 
And softly through hi? bosom steals 
The joy and love that banish care. 
The light at home t How still and sweet 
It peeps from yonder cottage door— 
The weary laborer to greet, 
When the rough tolls of day are o’er! 
Sad is the soul that does not know 
The blessings that its beams impart, 
The cheerful hopes and joys ihal Ilow 
And lighten up the heaviest heurt. 
B rick and tile making- machinery 
Wanted. Send descriptive circular, wii.li price. Ad- 
iress f. EfV Eli, Honeoye Falls, S'. Y. 
LETTER FROM A SMART BOY. 
ANY ONE CAN GET CP CLUB* FOR 
rular paper? :.nd iruera/ims. A new. easy way. 
’osi Masters, club audits and others, send stamp 
1.. I.. 1-AUU Hll.b. Rollimt Pratrn . Wis. 
Precocious babies, like geniuses, are not confined to 
any clime, country or locality, but abound everywhere. 
However, we reckon Albion, N. Y., is slightly ahead, and 
that our friend Beach of ibe Orleans Republican (lately 
an invalid.' must bo convalescing—for that whereas a 
late “issoo" of tho Republican thus says and sings: 
The following letter, purporting to be from a very prom¬ 
ising -prig of the rising generation, just three weeks old, 
has been handed us, with assurance tlmt it is genuine as 
well as good, which we do not presume to doubt. If any 
one has a smarter baby, let it ho exhibited: 
Dear old Untie But l*m growing. 
I dot oor letter; Getting pootv fat; 
My old Mammy Gains most two pounds 
She dittes better. Only tiuk o' yat!! 
She every day Little femnin blankets 
Little bit stronger, Was too big efore, 
Don't mean to bertek Nurse cant pin me 
Very much longer. In c-tn no more. 
Daddy’s so fat , Skirts so smnll. 
Cant hardly stagger, '• Baby so stout. 
Mammy says he jinks Had to let the plaits 
Too much lagert In etn all out. 
Dear little Baby Got a head of hair 
Had a bad colic. Jess as black a? night. 
Had to take tree drops And big boo eyes 
Nasseu paracolic: Yat look mighty bright: 
Toot a dose of tatnip Mv Mammy says 
Felt worse than aver. Never did see 
Shan’t take no more Any oz/.er baby 
Tatnip never! Half as sweet as me. 
■Wind on sornit. r Grandma comes often, 
Felt pootv bad ; Aunt Sarah too: 
Worse fit. of sitness Baby loves zem. 
Ever 1 had 1 Baby loves 'oo— 
Ever bad belly ate Baby sends a pooty kiss 
Ole Untie Bill ? To his Uncles all, 
Taint no fun now. Aunties and Cousins 
Say what oo will. Big folks and small. 
I used to sleep all day Cant yite no more. 
And cry all night; So good by 
Don't do so now Jolly ole Untie 
Cause taint yight 1 Wiz a glass eye! 
L ittle giant corn and dean planter. 
The onlr n liable hand punter iu use. it shows the pass- 
tiitr into the hill. Send for circular and testimonials. Towns 
an 1 counties for sale. VAN KIRK, EDDY & no., Manufac¬ 
turers and Proprietors for the State of New York, Address 
Greenwich, NY. 
A new order of things »—ijniler 
the present, vicious system of trade, consumers of 
goods have to pnv wore than double, what they cost, owing 
to the number of hands through which they pass. We have, 
therefore, established apian whereby consumers in the coun¬ 
try towns can receive, their goods, almost direct from first 
hands, ami at a very small advance. Send fur our circular. 
A splendid chance- is offered to agents, male and female, to 
get np cluhs. Address S. 0. THOMPSON & CO.. 30 Hanover 
street, Boston, Mass. 937-4teo 
“FH°\OM¥ IS WEALTH.»-Frankllii. 
JCj Why will people pay £50 or £100 for a Sewing Ma¬ 
chine, when $25 will hnv abetter one lor all practical pnr- 
poies? Notwithstanding reports to the contrary, the sub¬ 
scribers beg to inform'Dudr nnmerons friends that the 
•‘Rt.anki.iV and “ Medallion" Machines can be bud in any 
quantity. This Machine is a double thread, complete with 
Table, constructed upon entirely new principles, mid DOES 
NOT Infringe npoft any other In the world. It is emphatically 
the poor man’s Rawing Machine, and Ik warranted to excel 
ALL other?, a* thousands of patrons will testify. 
8Sf AGENTS WANTED. Machine? sent to Agents on 
trul, and ucttn auw/ to families who are needy and deser¬ 
ving. Address ,1. c. OTTIS & t o., Boston. Mas?, 937-cteo 
1 AAA LIVES SAVED THE PAST SIX 
• uvv months. Their own letters, open to the in¬ 
spection of any one, prove- that fnct. It rarely, if ever, fails. 
Stmmes’ Catarrh finer pk \.\r> Medicine will positively 
cure, in o few weeks, the worst cases of Catarrh, Bronchitis/, 
or Incipient Consumption. It is guaranteed to do that. The 
world cannot produce i< 5 equal In the cure, of those danger¬ 
ous and troublesome diseases. It Ib also a preventive, and 
destroys at once, the effect of any cold. No person should be 
without it. Sent free, per mail to any address on receipt of 
One Dollar, when in package?, or One Dollar and Twentv-flve 
Cents In bottle?, with nearly double the quantity. Sold by 
Druggist? generally. Address T. P. SYMMES, 
ilv-Ctco No. 152.!-$ Fulton St., New York. 
[Written and Copyrighted for Vol. X of Moore’s liural New- 
Yorker, and Republished by Request.] 
ALICE AND ADELAIDE 
BY MRS. MARY J. HOLMES. 
[Continued from page '56, last number.] 
Chapter II. —The House of Mourning. 
The third day came and pasfeed, and a6 the twi¬ 
light shadows fell upon the city, Alice and her 
mother pushed hack the heavy damask irtain 
which shaded the window of their pleasant sitting- 
room, and looked anxiously down the street for 
one who seldom tarried long. An hour went by; 
another, and another still, and then he came,—but 
far more helpless than when he left them in the 
morning. Tho blinded eyes were red with tears,— 
the stately form was bent with grief,—the strong 
man was crushed with the blow which had fallen 
so suddenly upon him. He was ruined—hopeless¬ 
ly, irretrievably ruined, and in all the wide world 
there was naught he could call his save the loved 
ones who soothed him now, as one had done before 
when a mighty sorrow overshadowed him. 
As best he could he told them of the fraud which 
for many years had been imposed upon him—told 
them how he had trusted and been betrayed by one 
whom he would not that the officers should follow 
—he would not have him brought back to a felon’s 
cell. “’Twoulddonogood,” lie said, “and’twould 
save the wife and daughter from more disgrace,” and 
so William Huntington was suffered to roam at 
large, while in the home he had desolated there was 
heartfelt mourning made and bitter tears shed—the 
blind mind groping often through the familiar rooms 
which would soon be his no longer—the daughter 
stifling her own grief to soothe her father’s sorrows 
and minister to her mother’s wants. 
As has before been hinted, Mrs. Warren was far 
from being strong, and the news of the failure burst 
upon her with an overwhelming power, prostrating 
her at once, so that ere two weeks were passed the 
blind man forgot his ruined fortune—forgot every¬ 
thing, save the prayer that she, the wife of his 
bosom, the light of his eyes, the mother of his 
child, might live. 
But “He who doetk all things well,” had not de¬ 
creed it thus, and she, who had been reared in the 
lap of luxury, was never to know the pinching wants 
of poverty—never to know what ’twas to be hungry, 
and cold, and poor. All this was reserved for the 
gentle Alice, who, younger and stronger, too, could 
bear the trial better. 
The homeopathic rule that “ like cures like " receives a 
whimsical offset in ilie following specimens of the oppo¬ 
site practice r 
A lad swallowed a small lead bullet. Ills Mends were 
very much alarmed about it. and hi? father, that no means 
might be spared to save his darling boy's life, sent post 
haste to a surgeon of skill, directing his messenger to tell 
him the circumstances and urge his coming without delay. 
The doctor was found, heard the dismal tale, and with 
as much unconcern as he would manifest in a common 
headache, wrote the following laconic note: 
■•Nir—Don't alarm yourself. If. after three weeks, the 
bullet is not removed, give the boy a charge of powder. 
"Yours, &c. 
" p. S.—Don't shoot the hoy at anybody.” 
This is much akin to the laconic prescription of the 
celebrated Dr. Abemethy. 
An Trishmau called in great haste upon the doctor, stat 
ing that— 
“ Be jabers. my boy Tim has swallowed a mouse 1” 
"Then, be jabers." said Abernethy. “tell your boy Tim 
to swallow a cat.” 
PARIS EXPOSITION, 1867, 
~ W. BAKER & CO.’S 
American, French, Homceopathio 
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fMt 
of th* fioma, ’'■■(it a Cocoa, _ ( ococt Shells, 
pod opined. Cracked Cocoa, <yc, 
riTHESU Manufactures, to which first premiums 
JL have been awarded by the. chief Institutes and 
Pairs of the Union, ami at the PARIS E XPOSITION 
OF 18(17. are an excellent diet for children, invalids 
and persons in health, nlltry rather than induce the 
nervous excitement attendant upon the use of tea 
or coffee, and are recommended by the most eminent 
physicians. 
For sah- by the principal Grocers in the United States. 
WALTER BAKER & CO., 
Dorchester, .... Mass. 
“Have any of Toby Continued’s stones been printed 
into bound volumes Y' inquired a customer of a salesman 
at one of our large book stalls the other day. “ Toby 
Continued! Who's be?" “ Why. the man that writes so 
many stories for i he publications. 1 see his name to more 
?tones than any other man, and I want to get 'em in 
bound volume?." The salesman answered in the negative, 
and the verdant customor went elsewhere with his inquiry, 
which we dare say is—" To be continued.” 
From every qnarter, friends write us thBt systematic, de¬ 
termined efforts are making, and with considerable success, 
to push into circulation journals which sympathized with 
the Rebellion during Its progress, and are now moved and 
Inspired by its fundamental principle that Liberty la right¬ 
fully the birthright, not of all men, but of White men, that 
Black9 have no rights which Whites are hound to Tespect. 
A desperate effort is preparing to give ascendancy to this 
Reactionary principle in our Government through the tri¬ 
umph of its champions In the choice of our next President 
and Congress. 
The journals thus crowded Into circulation by offering 
them at cost are neither so large nor so varied in their con¬ 
tents, nor produced at anything like the cost of Tint Tri¬ 
bune. They are political merely or mainly, while our col- 
timns are more generally filled with Foreign Correspond¬ 
ence, Farming Intelligence, Literature, etc., etc. 
Nevertheless, in deference to the representations of our 
friends, and in view of the momentous Issues of our Presi¬ 
dential struggle now opening, we have resolved to offer 
The Weekly Tribune for 1868 to clubs of fifty or more for 
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A Love Story,—A tall Eastern girl, named Short, long 
loved a certain big Mr. Little, while Little, little thinking 
of Short, loved a little lass named Long. To make a ioug 
story short. Little proposed to Lcmg, and Short longed to 
be even with Little's short-comings. So Short, meeting 
Long, threat ened to marry Little before long, which caused 
Little in a short time to marry Long. Query —Did tall 
Short love big Little less, because Little loved Long? 
The Springfield Republican states the case of a young 
man who obtained a marriage license from a city clerk, 
bargaining for the right to return it if the lady should not 
say "yes” to his proposition. In about a week he re¬ 
turned it with the remark, “It was no go: but give me 
another: I guess I've got a sure thing this time.” 
Lord St. Vincent was exacting upon minute 
points of etiquette to a degree which was irksome 
to his insubordinate?. It was the custom for a lieu¬ 
tenant from each ship in the fleet to go on board the 
admiral’s ship daily, I believe, for orders, but the 
office was always fulfilled uuwilliugly. On one occa¬ 
sion. and iu a particular vessel, a dispute arose among 
the lieutenants, each trying to show that the duly 
was not his, until, to the great relief of the others, 
a spirited young fellow volunteered. He went on 
board u-ud introduced himself to the admiral, then 
Sir John Jervis, who, after scanning his uniform, 
said : — “I cannot give my orders to you.” “Why 
not, sir?” “I don’t know who you are.” “I am 
a lieutenant,” “I should not judge so from your 
dress.” “I am aware of no defect in my dress.” 
“You have no buckles on your shoes,” 
The lieutenant departed, supplied the omission, 
and returning, again presented himself upon the 
admiral's quarter-deck, prepared to take his re- 
veuge. The first formalities having been gone 
through, Sir John was proceeding to give his in¬ 
structions, when, to his great surprise, the lieuten¬ 
ant said he could not take his orders. “Why not?” 
inquired the startled Jervis. “I don’t know who 
you are,” was the reply. “I am Sir John Jervis, 
commander-in-chief of his majesty’s fleet, &c.” “I 
cannot tell by your dress,” (for in truth the admiral 
wore a simple undress,) Sir John, without another 
word —for ho was fairly caught — retired into his 
cabin, whence he soon emerged in the full costume 
of an admiral, and the officer having expressed his 
satisfaction, received his orders. The story goes 
that speedy promotion followed in this case'” for 
Jervis had the good sense to appreciate the young 
man’s spirit and readiness in showing it. 
And so, as day after day went 
by, the blind man kneeling at her side fell what he 
could not see —-felt the death Gntdows come creep¬ 
ing on —felt how the pallor was deepening ou her 
cheek—knew that she was going from him fast — 
knew, alas, that she must die; and one bright, 
beautiful morniug, when the thoughtless passers- 
by, pointing to the house, said, one to another, 
“He has lost everything,” he, from the inmost 
depths of his bleeding heart, unconsciously made 
answer, “ Lost everything—lost everything,” while 
Alice, the motherless, bowed her head in anguish, 
half wishing she, too, were blind, so she could not 
see what was written on the still, white face which 
lay upon the pillow. 
Suddenly the deep stillness of the room wa* broken 
by the sound of tramping footsteps in the hall below, 
and, lifting up her head. Alice said, “ Who is it, 
father, say?” but Mr. Warren did not answer. He 
knew who it was and wherefore they had come, and, 
going out to meet them, he stood upon the stairs, 
tall and erect, like some giant Gale which the light¬ 
ning stroke had smitten, but not destroyed- 
“ I know your errand,” he said, “ I expected yon 
ere this, but come with me and then say if you will 
leave me along a little longer,” and turning he led 
the way, followed by those men, who ne’er forgot- 
that picture of the pale, dead wife, the frightened, 
weeping child, and the blind man standing by with 
outstretched arm to shield them from all harm. 
The Sheriff was a man of kindly feelings, and lift¬ 
ing his hut reverentially, he said, “ We did not know 
of this or wo would not have come,” and, motion¬ 
ing to his companions, he left the room, walking 
with subdued footsteps down the stairs, through 
the hall, out into the open air. And when the sun 
went down, not an article had been disturbed in 
Hugo Warren’s home, for Sheriff, creditors, law¬ 
yers,—all stood back in awe of the mighty potentate 
who had entered that house before them, and levied 
Upon its choicest treasure—the white-haired, blind 
man’s wife, 
Rochester, N. Y. a. a. h. 
To the person (residing in Canada or the New 
England States,) forwarding the first correct answer to 
above Rebus, we will send the Rural New-Yorker for 
1868, or, if preferred, a post-paid copy of Randall’s 
Practical Suefhekd. 
ifW" Answer in three weeks. 
I am composed of 21 letters. 
My !>, 8. 2, 4,10 is an animal. 
My 11,16, 2, 6, 5 is a dwelling place. 
My 21,18 is a preposition. 
My IT, 2 , Hi is a kind of liquor. 
My 17,10, 20.14 is ft girl's name. 
Mr. 21.12,17, 7.11 is a land of candle. 
My 15,17,10, 2, 21 is a fish. 
My 1, 8, 2, 20,15 is the outside of bread. 
My whole is an old but true saying. 
Clarence Centre, N. Y. Mary A, Rodes, 
*33'“’ Answer in two weeks. 
MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER, 
THE LARGEST-CIRCULATING 
Agricultural, Literary and Family Newspaper, 
IS PUBLISHED EVERT SATURDAY 
BY D. D. T, MOORE, Proprietor, 
ROCHESTER, N. Y., AND NEW YORK CITY, 
Thk French Free Masons have celebrated the rec¬ 
onciliation which has taken place between the rival 
societies known as “Le Conseil Supreme,” whose 
headquarters are in the Rue Grenellc St. Honore, 
and “Le Graud Orient de France,” of the Rue 
Cadet. Ninety yearn ago all the French Free 
Masons were under the “ Conseil Supreme,” whose 
statutes ure the same as those given to the Free 
Masons by Frederick the Great, placing all appoint¬ 
ments in the gift of the Grand Master, who has also 
the right of nominating his successor. When the 
revolution broke out this aristocratic system led to 
many disputes, the result of which was that a 
schism took place In the “ Conseil,” and the dissi¬ 
dents formed themselves into a separate society, 
the “Grand Orient de Fpiece,” under Phillippe 
Egalite, father of Kiug Louis Phillippe. This so¬ 
ciety made all appointments elective, and tenable 
for live years only. The “Grand Orient” rose rap¬ 
idly in popularity and numbers, aud has for some 
time been far more powerful than the “ Conseil,” 
which it did not recognize. Mutual friends of the 
two societies have long endeavored to establish 
friendly relations between them, but they did not 
succeed in their object until a few months ago, and 
the members of the “Orient” were entertained for 
the first time by the “ Conseil ” at a banquet. 
My first is in Matthew, but never in James; 
My second in Thomas, and also in Thames; 
My third is in Ezra, and never in John; 
My fourth is iu children, but absent in son. 
My fifth is iu light, but left out of eyes: 
My sixth is iu truth, but never in lies; 
My seventh in mouth, and also iu heart; 
My eighth is in whole, but never in part. 
My ninth is my thirteenth, and also my third 
My tenth is in horse, hut left out of bird; 
My eleventh in Moses, a beautiful boy.; 
My twelfth is in sorrow, but never in joy. 
My thirteenth in age, but never in youth; 
My fourteenth is never in lies, but in truth: 
My whole is a little message of light. 
That teaches the little ones how to do right. 
PUBLICATION OFFICES. 
ROCHESTER-Nos. 82, 84 and 86 BUFFALO STREET, 
NEW YORK —No. 41 PARK ROW, TIMES’ BUILDING. 
Chapter III.—The Brown House in the Hollow. 
Nearly a year has glided by since we left the 
blind man weeping over his unburied dead, and our 
story leads us now to the handsome rural town of 
Oakland, which is nestled among the New England 
hills, and owes much of its prosperity and rapid 
growth to the untiring energy of its Wealthiest eit 
izen,—its one “aristocrat,” as the villagers per¬ 
sisted in calling Richard Howland, the u- tillemun 
from Boston, who came to Oakland a few \ -..ars ago, 
giving to business a new impetus, and infusing new 
life into its quiet, matter-of-fact people, who iu time 
looked up to him as Vu, great fiutn of the place. He 
it was who built the factory, "bought the mills, aud 
owned the largest store and shoe-shop in the town, 
furnishing employment to hundreds of the pour, 
many of whom mov ed into the village, renting of 
him the comfortable tenements which he had erect 
ed for that purpose. 
Very beautiful, indeed, was Richard Howland’s 
home, overlooking, as it did, the town and the sur¬ 
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[Selected 
Additions 10 Clubs are always In order, whether in 
ones, twos, fives, tens, or any other number. Many agents, 
after tending one club, form others, and thus secure addi¬ 
tional or larger premiums, A host of people are dropping 
other papers about these days—many have already changed 
to the Rural— and our Agent-Friends should improve every 
occasion to secure such as recruits for the “ Rural Brigade.’’ 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma:—Drink whisky and 
spend their money, 
Answer to Problem:—226 .98. 
Answer to Illustrated RebusParallel lines, though 
indefinitely continued, will not meet. 
