STORY OF A RIFE. 
A little crib beside the bed, 
A little face above the spread, 
A little frock behind the door, 
A little shoe upon the floor, 
A little lad with dark brown hair, 
A little bine-eyed face and fair; 
A little lane that leads to school, 
A little pencil, slate and rule. 
A little blithesome, winsome maid, 
A little hand within his laid; 
A little cottage, acres four, 
A little old-time household store. 
A little family gathering round; 
A little turf-heaped, tear-dewed mound; 
A little added to his soil; 
A little rest from harvest toil. 
A little silver in his hair; 
A little stool and easy chair: 
A little night or iaith-lit gloom; 
A little cortege to the tomb. 
Site jlteeg lelle*. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
LINA AND I, 
A TATj E OJP IdO^HEL 
BY ISABELLA BECK. 
[Continued from page 300, last No.] 
“ Cousin Dora,” I cried, “what Is the matter ?” 
adding, in a gentle tone—“i am afraid you are 
homesick and lonely. Let us both go to bed: you 
will feel better In the morning. The wilderness here 
is a ‘garden of spices ’ every morning.” 
“No, no,”—and making the soft water to fall in a 
torrent,— “I am not homesick, nor more lonely 
than usual; hut, O Cousin Ruth ! think of it l — do 
you wonder it overcomes me ?—the only other time 
I ever heard that bird was one evening at his moth¬ 
er’s.” Reader, I didn’t know his name yet: she had 
never told me, and 1 now feared to ask. 1 might in¬ 
cautiously open some other Jet in the fountain. 
However, I was somewhat accustomed to that form 
of speech. Pennsylvauiau good wives always speak 
of their good men in pronouns,— li he,” “him.” 
“It was,” continued Cousin Dora, “just such a 
still summer night as this. We were all out on the 
back stoop: they live in the country. I had never 
heard a whip-poor-will before, and it was so distinct 
and clear 1 fairly started, lie sat beside me; and be 
laughed and put his arm round me, asking me if 1 
was afraid of a bird,—not a condor, either, but only a 
whip-poor-will. 1 whispered that I was af ra id of noth¬ 
ing, in his protection; he drew me closer to him 
and pretty Boon manujuvred to have the rest of the 
family go in-doors. We two were left alone in the 
moonlight; the wlup-poor-wlll came back again 
and again : and we talked and talked, till, at eleven 
o’clock, the moon went down, O, Cousin Ruth, do 
you wonder 1 weep at hearing thoBe notes again ? ” 
“No,” I replied, “I do not wonder; but now, 
dear, do go to bed, for I am seriously afraid you will 
be sick. Think of the fatigue you Lave had to-day. 
L want you to sleep till very late in the morning, too. 
I promise you I shall not disturb you. Good night.” 
I made a motion to kiss her, hut she only placed 
her languid little hand in mine, bade me “good 
night,” and I went out. 
In one of the “ wee sma’ hours ” of that night, 
Lina woke me up. 
“Ruth,” she said, “ in the name of everything 
wonderful, what’s the matter with you V — you have 
been laughing aloud for the last fifteen minutes. 
Are you awake?” 
“I wasn’t awake; why, no,” 1 replied. “Was I 
laughing? I didn’t know it.” 
“You woke me up,” said Lina. 
“Did I ? well —what wonder? O, Lina, I have 
been dreaming such dreams I " 
. “Till, like Runyan's Mercy, you had to laugh in 
your sleep?” 
“Ah, yes; but very unlike Mercy’s dream, were 
mine ; not heavenly, but exceedingly terrestrial. I 
have been going over again, in vision, some of our 
fair cousin’s love adventures. It’s as good as a play 
to listen to her; I fear, though, the scenes will all be 
too tiresomely alike." 
“I suppose,” said Lina, “sickness and trouble 
are apt to make the sufferers tiresome to others ; 
their talk will, naturally, be too monotonous, you 
know.” 
“Well, Lina, if visions of my head upon my bed 
disturb my gravity, and your slumbers, agaiu, just 
gently admonish me that only roosters should crow 
at midnight.” 
‘ 1 Ruth ! ” said Lina, shaking me, “ what has come 
over you to-night ? ” 
“ I don’t know; I feel as though I had been eating 
opium or hasheesh. I say, Lina, you must take the 
dose to - morrow night, by accompanyiug Cousin 
Dora to her room and receiving her confidence. I 
can’t lose my sleep two nights running.” 
“I think I have lost as much as you,” said Lina. 
“Yes, but think of my delicate constitution, sis¬ 
ter: it’s very weakening to laugh so heartily.” 
“Is it?—then I advise you to go to sleep, and let 
me do the same.” 
I obeyed her, and was not again roused, till the 
breakfast hell startled me. 
CHAPTER VIII. 
The next day 1 learned the mystery of Cousiu 
Dora’s lover’6 picture,—the reason why I could 
never hope to see it. She told him one day,—one 
of the few days duriDg his short illness, when he 
could converse a little,—that if he died she should 
be broken-hearted, and that the torture of her grief 
would be renewed every time she looked upon his 
picture, or any keepsake he had ever given to her. 
Then he had kindly told her that she must not look 
at them; that he believed she loved him, and could 
continue to love his memory without enduring any 
needless suffering; and advised her to put all the 
little mementos of their love out of her sight, — 
to keep no picture of him but that in her heart. 
“ He was very sensible,” I said. “ There was no 
use in your suffering unnecessarily.” And, by the 
way, this, with many other things she related of 
him, gave me the impression that her lover had 
■ been a plain, good-hearted fellow,—much too good 
for her. “ A happy release for the poor young man, 
if he only knew it,” 1 thought, but said —“ Cousin 
Dora, do you know, you never yet told me his 
name ? ” 
Didn’t I ?” she asked in surprise. 
No,” I replied, smiling, “ not once.” 
That ie odd; and he had the prettiest of all 
names, too, — Charlie. His name was Charles 
Rills.” 
Hills!” I exclaimed, with wide-open eyes; I 
could not conceal my astonishment. “ I know a 
Mr. Hills, and he came from New York, too.” 
When?” she inquired, with interest. "About 
jgy a year ago ?” ' 
“ Yes,—nearly that.” 
“ O, I know. Isn’t his first name Clifford ?” 
“ Yes.” 
“ Then it must he him. There wouldn’t be two 
Clifford Hills ; it’s an odd name. He’s a distant 
connection—third or fourth cousin—of Charles’. 
1 used to be quite well acquainted with him.” 
“ Well, we can soon find out whether this is he 
or not. It would be an odd coincidence if you 
found another Mr. Hills here, and a friend of the 
first, too, perhaps another lover, Cousin Dora. 
Queerer things have happened.” 
She smiled and colored a little, then cast down 
her eyes. 
“ O, Ruth, don’t speak of such things to me.” 
“ 1 beg your pardon,” I said ; “ it was a very rude 
joke. Are you well acquainted with this Mr. Hills?” 
“ I used to be, two years ago; but I have scarcely 
seen him since. Charlie always thought Clif¬ 
ford was very smart.; at all schools, and at college 
he was the head one. I wonder if these Pennsylva¬ 
nia people appreciate hirn?” 
“ I don’t know," I replied: “ it's doubtful. Did 
he and Mr. Charles look anything alike ?” 
“ A little; not much. Charlie was much fairer- 
looking. Ah, Cousin Ruth, if I could only have 
showed you his picture! but yon see that express¬ 
ed wish of his—his dying wish—was sacred with 
me, so the day after his funeral I put his pictures, 
all the other keepsakes he had given me, and all his 
letters into an old iron safe of father's, locked it, 
and had them remove it into the garret; then I 
took the key, went to the cemetery, and buiied it 
deep down in the ground, at the foot of his grave. 
No one but myself can ever find it, or open that 
safe,—the little grave of all my hope? and love.” 
“ What do you think, then, cousin," 1 inquired, 
“ is it * better to have loved and lost than never to 
have loved at all?’ ” 
“ 1 don’t know; either is gall and bitterness.” 
We were sitting on the front porch all this time, 
each of us reclining, in very agreeable, indolent 
fashion, in the depths of a huge easy chair. Lina 
now joined ns, with a broad-brimmed straw hat on 
her head. 
“ Girls,” she said, “ wouldn’t you like to take a 
walk through the orchard up to the top ef the hill ? 
the air is deliciously cool and sweet this morning.” 
We ran in for onr hats and joined her. Passing 
round the corner of the house, between the fruit 
trees, up through the grassy orchard to the hill¬ 
top, we sat down to rest ou a rustic bench, under 
a most miraculous pear tree, which bore on the one 
side Seckel, on the other sugar pears. They were 
nearly ripe, and mounting the bench and grasping 
the lowest limb, 1 swung myself up into the tree 
and shook down a green and golden shower of them. 
“They are bo nearly ripe,” I said, “I think they 
will not hurt us. Hold up your hands or your 
dress, Cousin Dora; here arc two splendid ones.” 
But when I looked down I encountered such a 
horrified expression on our cousin’s face that the 
shock nearly caused me to fall out of the tree. A 
merry laugh from Lina restored my equilibrium. 
“ Ruth,” she said, “ Cousin Dora is afraid you 
never will come down alive.” 
“ I really am," she assented. “ 1 didn’t know 
that young ladies over climbed trees; they don’t 
in New York.” 
“ I don’t know that they make a practice of It, 
here,” said Lina, still laughing; “ but Ruth spends 
about half of her time up iu the air somewhere.” 
“ If only you could see the prospect I can see,” 
said I. “ There is no observatory like a tree on the 
top of a bill. Only give me your hand, Cousin 
Dora, and lot me help you up here.” 
“ Me !” she cried. “ I never could climb so high; 
and if I did I certainly nevercouldget down agaiu.” 
“ Then yon would have to stay up here, like that 
monk,—wliat was his name ?—who lived on the top 
of a pillar; and we would arrange to send up your 
victuals to you. But a tree in an orchard is much 
better than a pillar in the desert; you would have 
fruit to cat all fruit time, and—” 
“ 0, do be careful,” she exclaimed ; you will fall.” 
“ Why, I couldn’t, Cousiu Dopa, if 1 tried. Don’t 
you see how strong these branches are?” 
“Yes, I 6ee; but I tremble to look at you.” 
“ Well, you shall not tremble for me; I will come 
down directly. Let me tell you what I 6ee.” 
"llow foolish, RcTn!" said LINA. “Can’t we 
see the prospect for ourselves ?” 
“ Why, no, my dear. I am sure at this elevation 
I can see several miles farther, in every direction.” 
“ I. can’t believe that,” returned Lina, “ for the 
hills, to the north and east at least, &liut in all out¬ 
look beyond them.” 
“Well, you can’t sec those men—Dutchmen, i 
guess —on that hill over there, among the grape 
vines. It’s a daily mystery to me how a Dutchman 
can walk deliberately and easily up a hill-side, about 
as much inclined as the side of a house, never stop¬ 
ping to take breath either.” 
“ Ruth !” repeated Lina. 
“ Yes, 1 will come down. Here, take these pears 
for Cousin Dora.” 
Lina held her apron for them, and they and I de¬ 
scended. “ You can see the rest of the landscape 
for yourselves,” I said. “ The sooty village down 
there, the House of Refuge, the Ohio river beyond 
it, and the oil refinery over to the right, are its prin¬ 
cipal features. But, dear me, Lina ! 1 see the pros¬ 
pect of auother man— two more—coming up the hill 
in the lower orchard; they are almost to the rose 
bushes. Is it a pleasant prospect?” 
“ 1 don’t know,” replied Lina, musingly. “ Who 
cun they be? We didn’t expect anybody to-day.” 
“ No ; they must want to see father; they would 
not come so early to call on us.” 
“Let us go down to meet them, anyway,” said 
Lina. “Come, Cousin Dora. We will give them 
some pears." She went a little iu advance, with 
her apron full, when, as we neared the house and 
could see the two men quite distinctly, though 
some lilac bushes prevented their seeing us, LlNA 
turned to us.—the flush of the morning air gone 
entirely from her face, — pale even to her lips. — 
“ 0, Ruth,” she said, “ it’s Tom and Uarf.y An¬ 
drews I ” 
I rushed forward, and iu a moment was shaking 
hands with and kissing, most energetically, two 
great, bronzed, whiskered fellows, who looked as if 
they might just have come from the steppes of 
Russia. 1 forgot entirely that both bauds and face 
were somewhat grimy and sooty, (it’s rather dan¬ 
gerous to unsullied purity to climb trees in the 
vicinity of Pittsburg.) and had them fairly up on 
the porch, seated in the easy chairs, before I knew 
which was which. Then I knew that Tom had blue 
eyes and brown hair, and was not as tall as Hariu ; 
and as a blue-eyed countenance just then looked up 
ut me with a merry “ sparkle” which I recollected 
well, in the eyes, a»a a rich humor in the voice, fa¬ 
miliar as though I had heard it last yesterday, in¬ 
stead of five years ago, 1 recognized Tom. 
“Miss Ruth,” the voice said, “you are a young 
lady, forsooth! I left you a little girl. Letmesee, 
I bought you some candies for a parting gift, when 
I went away,—didn’t I ? or was it a rattle-box ?” 
“ Do you mean to insinuate that 1 resemble a 
rattle-box?” I inquired; “but never mind,—I can’t 
be angry with you just now; I am too glad to sec 
you. Now, please excuse me a moment, and I will 
summon the rest of the household,”— for all the 
time, reader, Lina and Dora stood behind the lilac 
bushes, like two shrinking cowards, as they were. 
“I suppose,” said I, this time addressing Mr. Har¬ 
ry, “ you saw father in town?” 
“ Yes,” he replied; “ he directed us how to come 
here. What a lovely place this is! I never was 
here before." 
“ Ah, but you haven’t seen half its beauties yet,” 
said 1, laughing. “If you will excuse me a mo¬ 
ment 1 will summon one of them to appear.” I 
ran down the steps and round behind the lilac 
bashes. “Lina,” I whispered, “ aren’t you ashamed 
of yourself?” 
11 Yes, dear, I am; but I couldn't go forward then. 
We will go round the back way, and then I will go 
through the hall.” 
“ In proper style,” I said; “very well.” I pluck¬ 
ed a rose from a neighboring bush, and put in her 
hair. “ Now you look meet— rose and all. Go in.” 
We went round into the kitchen. “ Will you 
come with me, Cousin Dora?” Eaid Lina. 
“O, no, please excuse me; they are strangers.” 
So Lina went alone, and Cousin Dora did not see 
our guests till she met them at the dinner table. 
She and I were down in the lower orchard nearly all 
the rest of the morning, leaving Lina to entertain 
our visitors. 1 knew she needed no assistant at 
that, with all the “ dear old times” of bright years 
gone, and intervening ones of absence to talk over. 
Kate and 1 “ got up ” the dinner. What one 
didn’t know the other contrived to remember or 
surmise, and between us we set out a very tempting 
repast. Father came borne; Cousin Dora came 
down from her room, looking very pretty indeed in 
a new organdy muslm; LrNA and her visitors came 
in, and we gathered round the table. To eat? To 
be sure we ate: that was the ostensible business. 
Likewise we talked. Not for an instant did our 
busy tongues flag. How very much we had to tell 
and bear! What a little eternity is five years, when 
passed in exile from all one loves! How easily, 
too, in five hours of home-talk and reunion, can the 
chasm be bridged oyer! 
Of the faces round the table that day, two at least 
locked to the full, happy and content— as though, 
after long buffeting with adverse winds and rough 
seas, their 6hip had entered a deep blue gulf stream, 
with Eunny skies overhead. They could not but be 
happy. Whatever the Future might bring to them, 
the Present stood with her hands full of blessings; 
and as Tom was a hopeful, happy-hearted fellow, 
inclined to look behind the clouds in the darkest 
kind of a day, and Lina was patient and trusting, 
very thankful for the sunshine when it did conde¬ 
scend to come, they put out their hands and took 
them. Tom (we never btf any chance or accident 
called him Thomas, or Mr. Andrews,; was quite a 
handsome fellow, or would be when be should get 
some of the Californian and ocean tan off his face, 
and mow down his too rank whiskers. He had the 
broad, full face, clear blue eyes, brown hair, and 
frank, open expression, so often seen in the Scotch- 
Irishman as to serve for a type of that class,—very 
unlike in appearance to a real Scotchman, with his 
sandy hair and grave, plodding countenance, and as 
totally dissimilar to a real Irishman, with his rol¬ 
licking, jovial, devil-may-care manner and glib 
tongue. He is the two united; but, like many 
other chemical mixtures, the third substance bears 
no resemblance to its two elements. They ore a 
small, unique race—the Scotch-Iris U—inhabiting the 
northeast comer of Ireland, the city of Pittsburg, 
and a little New York village called Argyle. They 
have their mingled bright and dark tints of disposi¬ 
tion like the rest of us, one of the latter being a 
love of drawling David’s psalms through their 
noset; or rather a weak, washy translation of the 
shepherd-poet’s songs, which would, 1 presume, as¬ 
tonish no one more than David himself, were he to 
chance to hear them. Auother dark ingredient of 
their “ make' 5 is the possession of too stiff wills,— 
that’s the Scotch of it, you see,—wills and temper 
altogether too unbenddble. Still another is their 
too strong prejudices. They love and they hate 
with a vengeance; but often without much reason, 
something as a partial mother pets her favorite, 
neglecting the rest. 
The brightest light in the picture is their warm¬ 
heartedness and generous kindness. Even a bitter 
prejudice cannot hold its own a moment before this 
feeling. If their direst foe should come to them in 
want or distress, with face overflowing with pity 
they would relieve him and comfort him. Akin to 
this is their overfiowiug hospitality. One can have 
some idea of the kind of devoted, martyr-mothers 
such women would make. 1 heard one of them 
wonder once at the cold and lifeless love of Ameri¬ 
can women for their children, elicited, I think, by 
the presence of a wet nurse iu a neighboring Ameri¬ 
can nursery. Another outgrowth is a strong dis¬ 
like of all forms and ceremonies. Dandies and 
fashionable ladies cannot live in the heat of their 
scathing scorn. 
The ScotchTrish are invariably found ou the radi¬ 
cal side of any controversy. In Cromwell’s time 
they were Covenanters instead of High Churchmen. 
A century later they were Orangemen instead of 
Roman Catholics. Ou this side the water they are 
Republicans instead of Democrats, Perhaps no 
other city in the Lnion was so stanchly loyal 
through the war as Pittsburg; and of all the 
mourners when the hells tolled a requiem from 
Boston to San Francisco, as our murdered President 
was “ going home,” no people wore the mourning 
07/ their hearts more sincerely than the people there. 
A writer iu the Independent, speaking of the late 
Dr. Duffield, says:—“He came of that wonder¬ 
ful North-Irish stock, Which has contributed so 
much to the history anil biography o 1 America.” 
Harriet Beecher StqIve, in her “Men of Our 
Times,” sayS —“ No lades bits stronger character¬ 
istics, bodily or mentally, than that powerful, obsti¬ 
nate, fiery, pious, humorous, honest, industrious, 
hard-headed, intelligent,! thoughtful and reasoning 
people, the Scotch-Iris ii.V In America, “they were 
pioneers, indian-fightenj, politicians, theologians, 
and they were as polemic in everything else as in 
theology. Jackson aril Calhoun were of this 
blood. * * * Hcrace Greeley is of this 
Seotch-Irish race.” 6o ire George H. Stuart of 
Philadelphia, and Alexander T. Stewart of New 
York; so was Adam Clalke. 
CHAPTER IX. 
Tom and LtNA were not married five years before, 
because it was then onlyjthe dawn of father’s pros¬ 
perity. She could not think of deserting him and 
leaving me, a girl of thirteen, uircaied for. Tom 
was poor, and she would not speak or hint of our 
living together. Tom, however, urged it seriously. 
“I have a good trade,” he said; “my income is iu. 
creasing every year. I can before long buy a share 
in some business and turn iu merchant, which I 
always had a hankeriDg for. Only, Lina, don’t 
have me wait, till we are both ©Id and gray, for 
some fancied good fortune that may never come.” 
But Lina shook her head,— very sadly, hut very 
firmly. “If oar Ruth wi re only a few years older, 
— three years older, eveD, — I could leave her to 
keep house —keep a home —for father; but as it 
is, —poor father, now in his distress and trouble,— 
Tom. how could 1 desert bim ?" 
“But, Lina.” urged Tom, “I don’t want you to 
de?ert him. I do not wish to take away his daugh¬ 
ter, but to give, him a son.” 
“Ah, that’s it,” rejoined Lina, with a loving 
look, which a mist of tears and her glasses both 
together did not conceal; “it’s very generous and 
noble in you to wish to work for all of us; but 
it would make me wretched. No, sir, you shall 
only work for me. If we were rich, Tom, if father’s 
fortune would only take a turn for the better, and 
we could buy that lovely hillside place down at 
Wood's Run, (we lived in Allegheny, in a small, 
two-story house in Laycoclc street,) you know, 
Tom,” with a truthful, earnest look at him, "who 
would be the most welcome guest there. But, ah, 
it’s a castle in the air in more senses than one.” 
“Lina,” 6akl Tom, suddenly, “if I was rich, and 
had abundance for all of ns, would you marry me 
now and let me come and live with you?” 
“Let me sec,” said Lina, “another such fairy 
castle! But, Tom, wouldn’t that put father and 
Ruth on the fooling of poor relation* {" 
“Father and Ruth! always father and Ruth!” 
growled Tom, with a frown on his handsome face. 
“ Lina, what ill fate is against us ? I love you; you 
love me; yet four or live dismal years must pass 
before you will be mine, and you will spend them 
delving, digging and working,— a slave!” Tom 
fairly ground his teeth. I believe in his heart he 
execrated me at that moment; he knew where the 
shoe pinched exactly. 
“Ob, Tom," laughed Lina, “don’t make it worse 
than it is. I don’t, work very hard. Why, all I do 
you would call child’s play.” 
“Children don’t, often sew the eyes ont of their 
heads,” retorted Tom. But he never could keep 
angry very long. I believe he felt forgiving towards 
me in the course ol the next five minutes. “If 1 
could only keep your hands at rest awhile,” he 
said, with a desperate clenching of his own; “it 
seems such a shame that I cannot, with these stout 
muscled ones of mine. But you won’t let me do 
what I can. Why, Lina,” putting his strong arm 
around her, and giving her such a look as a man 
could give only to the woman he both loved and 
pitied, “thiB endless, detestable work has already 
stolen half the light of your beautiful eyes.” 
“What of that?” Fho returned; “yon have often 
said glasses were becoming to me.” 
“And so they are, my love; only they were 
bought too dearly, with years of toil and care, mak¬ 
ing a grandmother of you before you are a mother.” 
“TOM," 6iiid Lina softly, “don’t, please. It 
seems as though you were blaming somebody. 
Nobody's to blame for our being poor. As to the 
work, 1 have done no more than the majority of 
girls. See my white hands, will yon, sir; do they 
look a? if they had been through much ?’’ 
“They’re incapable of being made any other 
color,” rejoined Tom. taking them between his 
own. “Lina, 1 will tell you one thing.” 
“Tom,” she interrupted, “1 will tel! yon one 
thing- You are quite unlike your usual self to¬ 
night; you are so terribly in earnest. Tou taking 
a gloomy view of life, aud of me I It’s a dismal 
looking evening to be sure,” she added, glancing 
from the little parlor window. Laycock street, un¬ 
der a gray sky, did look a little gloomier, sootier, 
dirtier, than usual. 
“But., Lina,” persisted Tom, with a face as 
gloomily gray as the night outside, “whenever 
those naturally cheerful and hopeful are attacked 
by the blues, they are more woefully tortured by 
those little demons than those who are accustomed 
to their attacks. “Lina, gold may be but dross,— 
bank notes paper rags aim all that, but just at this 
moment I think a lew thousands would make us 
both very happy.” 
“ 1 don't, know, Tom,” she replied, softly. “Arc 
you so very miserable?” 
“Yes,” be replied, desperately, “lam. I love 
you; 1 wan’l you to be my wife. The idea of wait¬ 
ing five or six years, till we arc both old and gray 
and cold-hearted—” 
“Oh, Tom, abominable!” and Lina's laugh was 
like a merry peal of bells,—so clear and sweet, that 
he was fam to join her. “To think that we are 
going to grow old aud gray and cold hearted iu 
three or four years, — before you are thirty or I 
twenty-live, — that is awful! But speak for your¬ 
self, sir. I intend to be fifty at least before I will 
own to being old, and as to cold heanedncss,—” Tom 
stopped all further speech from her with a kiss; 
the blue-black cloud parted In twain and vanished. 
Tom was “himself again,” as he told Lina a plan 
he had thought of,— of going to California. His 
brother Harry was more than half resolved to go; 
be himself would never listen to it before, but now 
he thought it might be for the best. “He might 
succeed ; if be failed he would be no worse off than 
he was now. He would still have his trade at all 
emergencies.”—[To be continued. 
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tlon>)...3,00, M Is* Receipt Book.1,50 
Am. Shurp Shooter (Tyleecoplo Mv«tem Ooo>t«»T, ny Mia Acton 
Rifle) __ _........... 50 *ml Mt» S J HjU*.1,50 
AmcV'cati Bos* Cntwrlst.. 80'Monumental LWign*, 159 plfttee 
Am We* da *od L'fMiful PlAMe.... 1,75 1 *r..l ....... .....10,00 
Anr.iinl Rws M-t •;.< Rurfd AUilrs Rfv Book. 25 
(IV.i KfipT»»vinir*)«. .. 30 Norter/e Ek-imiuta Scientific Aff- 
Ardiitertur#(CummlJijp A Miller) ricnltnr* . .. .. T5 
35-9 ik*«u£im ivad 714 IH 5 . ,. ... 10,<K' Onion Culture. 50 
B/irrrV 1'rnli Gwdrti.1,50 Oui* Farm of Four Acre*.. 30 
fteg'j*iiful L*nr*d Finnu (London Psttiknn on the Rose. ........... 1 >15 
Edition) 60 columl Ilk .... - .9,00 < rcMer'e L*nd Me*#ure. 00 
Poulterer* Companion Phantom Flower*.1,50 
ISO Ill j*I ml Ion* .2.00 .Practical nnd SdcDtiJlc Fruit Cul- 
Blaok R»fj>b**rry Culture. trro(Jipdcer) .4,00 
Brntruo* FuM ftrmkol MftOfiroa■ l>5!> PriuAiral Fheph- rd, Randall.5t,00 
Br*N:k’» Book ii Fluwere(nnw) .. 1,7s .Qulmb)’* My»U<lIiM of Bce-Keop- 
Firmer<?#r.lr*ji...l.Su, In*. ... . ... . ,.l,50 
Cai 7 »«*t ter * 1 (new),... 76, tbi*n<*y on Soiling Cattle.1,25 
Cote'a American Pratt Book. 76 RabliH Functor.. CO 
Culc't American Y^criniumr,.... RumlJill'n Fine Wool Hn*hf»ndry , 1,00 
Cop^Und’n Country Life, 826 pp, Do. Sheep l(u«ft*mlry In the Soathl,50 
... . 
Culdvfttfon of N'nfcWe Grope? and RhuW Mlnnturc Krali Garden.. 1,00 
Mann fitc ttvro of Am. Win<- 1,60 Ri[r<ir*' A .r I culture. ...1,00 
P.v»a’« Muck Manual......1,26 Rural Hoiitc* (WlunJur).1,60 
Laid’* Modern Horse Doctor.... 1,50 'Snuudor* on Poultry (IlInstTsted,) 40 
Da Amoncen C/ittlo Doctor — .1,50 iSchencV# t-ardeneTr T ejct-BooV.. 75 
DitmeRilc Poultry Book, with o^nr [ScrihtiHt’H Proddo- Tnblya.. 30 
I GO i 11 ti? train *u»*. 60 0o. Reedy Reckoner and Lo* 
Dawning Cottage R<H.ldencM... 2,50 Hook.. ... SO 
SafftwoodVCranharry Culture... 75 SHr«r T n n»nv Poultry Book (70 II- 
Evurvliodv hi« o*<vti Lawyer.1,25 luut-fAtloun) .... . 50 
Fann Dra’oume, by fl F French. .1.60 Stewart’* (John) Stable Book-1,50 
Field‘a iVar Cottar 15 . .1,25 Th* A 7 n*ri' i nn Hoaxo Carpenter 
Flint on Graces .2,50 (Hatfield*?). 3,50 
Fruit Tr*« 01 America.l,5«i The Kam Vard, a Manual.1,00 
FuUer’e illustrated Strawberry Th* fVvton MnchluLl (FUi^erald) 15 
CultnrUt... 20 The Farm, with lll'i4fJrttloi»fl ....1,00 
Do. For«dlTrff« Ciillurist.1,50 Tfc* FttiU and Fruit Tree* of 
Do. Small Fralte (beautifully* Jl- Arrwnrq (Downing). ...3,00 
lu^tr^ted).. 1,5») The Garden, h Mano'il.1,00 
Gardening for Profit..1,601 The Hon** with Ofiifmal P1*n9 .. 1^5# 
Grt-p* Coltur'isC r»> A S Fuller v .1,60 The Fanner s Jcfimal and Ac- 
Goenbh Oft ISIilrh "Cow*-... 75 count Book...$1, |2, |3,50 
Herbert’? Hint* t- }Tor^ft-K«3ener61,15 Thomae* Am. FniU CnHurlfit(4S0 
Holley^ Art hi Sow* Filing. 15 llJuitratione,).3,00 
Hop Culture .. .*. .. 40 Ten Aaron Enough.1,50 
Hooper’s Do* and G nn . 30 Todd’s Young r annoiV Manual 
Indian Corn; lu Valais Culture and Workshop..*.,....1,50 
ard TDee.....1.75, Ventilation \u Am.Dwelling*—1,60 
.lohuetOflfg Afi'l CheitiUlry .,...1,7.61 Warder's Hedge*- .»nd Kverjrreous 1,50 
Do. Ktotnanla Ar*l Chemutry....1,25, WaxFlpwon-, how to make them 1,50 
Kemp- f.anfl*capa Gardening. ...^00 Watorn Fruit Grower*’ Guide.. .1,50 
Lam^truth cm the Hive and Woodward - Gfiiporln* and Hor- 
Iteuey Ikv*..9,lh> tlculturul Bulldinco.....1,50 
L*tt„r»'rm Modern AgriruUfao ..1,00 Do. Country Hoift#*...1,50 
UeMg'*great wort on Africa!tor* 1,501Do. Rural Architecture.1,00 
Do. AgncoUism! Chemistry _1,no W«v»l Grower ard Stock Register, 
Manual of A*?r!culture, hy’Etner- Vol». 1, 5» 3$ 
io<n *ud Flint.1,05 Young ltnv.rdo'Mpf.r’a and Dairy 
Manual on Flax and Hump Culture 25 hfgfd’n Dlruutorv. 30 
Manual of Tobvco Culture .... 30 Yonman** HuDd Book Household 
Maybew*a Practical Rnok-Kcep- I Sctouco . -. .2,00 
In? (Single nnd Double Entry,) 90 j Ycmtnan'a New Chamb.try.9,00 
£JT Modi*.* American An chit* (TUB*—Containing Elevation* sad 
Plan* of Dwelling J lotuee, School House*, Churches, Ac. Price, $10. 
X3T The Pb acticai. Staib Buildeb— Containing 30 original Platee, 
giving a complete Trvstiae on the Art of Building Stairs and Hand-Rails* 
Price, *10. Leeds Ventilation, with Ulnriribone, gi, 
I^TAny of the above named works will be forwarded by 
mall, post-paid, on receipt of the price specified. 
Address 11. D. T. MOORE. Rochester, N. Y. 
YRALTHAiH WATCHES. C. O. JD. 
A GAEA'S? SUCCESS ! 
In consequence or the <?ront nnccess attending onr system 
of selling genuine Wsltliam Watc hes to persons In remote 
parts of the uonutry at less than New York City prices, we 
invite the hover's careful attention to our list of prices: 
Hunting Case Wsitch in z <«. Silver Case.Sis 00 
The same t' atch in Silver Case.. :t0 00 
Thersnma Watch in lots, Stiver Case. 22 50 
The same. Extra Jeweled, ndaitinnal. 
The. same, Extra Jeweled, with Chronometer Balance, $1 
additional, 
Tne Silver Cases are warranted ennal to coin. 
The Watches to he sent, by Express. Af’COVI PANIED 
WITH AMKHICAX WATCH COMPANY'S 
CERTIFICATE OF GENUINENESS. 
THE IM YKR TO HAVE PRIVILEGE OF EX¬ 
AMINATION IN POSSESSION OF EXPRESS 
COM PANY. 
PurelntMirN arc* requoBted to coinpn m onr prices 
vvtiti tlint ns he tl for ni>urloiiM, tnctnl iitilt.it ion 
Watclics, of no mine, tutil which find a market 
no lei) because the buyers are entirely ignorant 
of their <iimllty. 
Address mast be plainly written, and purchaser must pay 
express charges. M. 1C. CHAPMAN iV. CO., 
•JUttf-os No. 47 Ltbcrty Street, New York. 
JtSTABLiISHED 1861. 
GREAT AMERICAN 
RIDDLE. 
What does man love more than life, 
Date more than death or mortal strife; 
That which contented men desire, 
The poor men hare, the rich require; 
The miser spends, the spendthrift saves, 
And all men carry to their graves ? 
fg” Answer in two week*. 
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For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
ANAGRAM. 
Vioe cm teh nam aowhe shand veah sosted 
Eth ronc-dees ot het wollem lois, 
Showe leef the torfes pedths veah roesdes, 
Eshow Towb si blyno rownc’d thwi lito. 
Rochester, Minn. Ella. 
US* - Answer in two weeks. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &e., IN No. 973. 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma:— Hydrography is a 
description of the waters of the earth. 
Answer to Charade:—Battle. 
Answer to Anagram: 
We are building little homes on the sands, 
We are making little rooms very gay, 
We are busy with our hearts and our hands, 
We are sorry that the time flies away. 
O why are the minutes in such haste t 
O why won’t they leave ns to our play ? 
Onr Ice?ons and our meals stc such waste! 
We can dine very well another day. 
Answer to Problem:—First —2*258.91339+ rods the 
hound will have to run. Second—The hound travels 
20.86792+ rods, aud catches the last fox before he has 
reached the center, and .23084+ rods from it. 
Receive tlieir Teas by the Cargo from the best 
| Tea districts of China and Japan, and sell 
\ them in quantities to suit customers 
AT CARGO P3R.2CES, 
» _ 
! CLUB ORDERS PROMPTLY SUPPLIED. 
i _ 
1 PRICE LIST OF TEAS. 
OOLONG (Black,) 711c., 8 <>C., 900., best $1 V lb. 
■ MIX KU (Green and Black,) 70c.. 80c., 90c., best *1 F lb, 
■ ENGLISH BREAKFAST (Black,) 80c., 90c„ 3d, 31,10, best 
$ 1,20 * it.. . . 
IMPERIAL (Green.) We., Me., «t. $U0, best *1,25 V ft. 
YOUNG HYSON (Green,) Hoc., 90<‘-, fl, *U 0 , best $1,25 V ». 
UNOOLOBBD JAPAN. 90c.. »!..(0,10,1.cat #1,23*1 a. 
GUNPOWDER (Green,) best *1,50 F ft. 
COFFEES BOASTED AND GROUND DAILY 
GROUND COFFEE, 2 ( 10 .. 25t;..800..85c., beet 40c. per pound. 
Hotels,Saloons, Boardlnz-Honse Keepers, and Families who 
use larpe trnuntitles of Cotter, can economise In that artieie 
by oBlne onr French Breakfast and Dinner Coffee, which we 
sell at the low price, ol We. per pound.and warrant to give 
perfect Satisfaction, .... 
KOA 8 TED (Unground,) 30c.. 36c., best 40c. per lb. 
GREEN (Unroastcd,) 25c„ 30c.. S 8 c., beet 85c. per lb. 
We warrant all the Roods wo sell so give entire satisfac¬ 
tion. U they mu not satisfactory they can be returned at 
our expense within 30 days, and have the money refunded. 
HREAT AMERICAS! TEA COMPANY, 
Nos. 81 & 38 Vesey Street. 
Post-Office llox 5,043, New York City. 
inA f ARWEltd-Olt FARMER*’ SONS, 
| 1 1\ r can secure employment, paying irom $100 to 4150 F 
month, from now until next sptinj'. 
Address, at once, ZMULftR, McCTRJDY & CO., 
975 h Philadelphia, Pa. 
TITANTED, AfiEN'i S- *T5 TO *200 PER 
Y\ month, everywhere, male and female, to introduce 
the i {PROVED COMMON-.SENSE FAMILY 
SEWING MACHINE. This Machine will stitch, hem, feti, 
tuck, quilt, cord, bind, braid and embroider lit a most supe¬ 
rior manner, . , _ „ _ 
Pkh-b only $18, Fully warranted for Dve years. We will 
pay $ 1,000 for any machine that, will sew a stronger, more 
beitutiraL or more elastic seam than ours, it itmkes the 
“Elastic Lock-Stitch.'’ Every second stitch can becut, and 
still the cloth cannot be pulled apart without tearing it. We 
pay Agents from $75 to $ 20(1 per month and expenses, or a 
commission from'which twice that amount can be made. 
Address, SECOMB (c CO., 
Pittsburg, Pa., or Boston, Mass. 
CAUTION.—Do not be Imposed upon by other parties 
palming oil worthless cast-iron machines, under the same 
name or otherwise. Ours 1 b the only genuine and really 
practical cheap machine manufactured. S7n-18tos 
Fruit and ornamental trees 
* FOK. FALXb OF 1868. 
We have the pleasure of announcing that we are prepared 
for the Fall Trade with un unusually large and well grown 
stock, embracing 
Standard and Dwarf Fruit Trees. 
Grape Vinos, new and old sorts, strong open ground 
Currants, Raspberries, Blackberries, and all the 
Small Fruits, 
Ornamental Trees and Shrubs. 
Roses and Flowering Plants of every description. 
Nurservmrai. Dealers, and others, purchasing largely, will 
be dealt with liberally stud all orders, however small, will 
receive prompt and coreful attention. Parties Interested 
■will do well u> consult the following Catalogues, which aro 
just Issued, aud will be sent pre-pald on the receipt Of lOcts, 
each, for Nos. 1 and i, audsc for No. 8 , 
nyr- no. l, Descriptive, and illustrated Catalogue ot Fruits. 
No. 2, Descriptive and Illustrated Catalogue of Ornamental 
Trees, Ac. No. 3, Descriptive Green House Plants. No. 1, 
Wholesale Catalogue free- 
ELl.WANGKR, a BARRY, „ 
Mount hock Nckbkkces. koouxsteti, N. Y, 
KAA SPLENDID PHOTOGRAPHS, MAILED 
;)()() for 25 cents. AddressB. f OX, 84 Varlck bt.,N. 1. 
Al OiAA A YEAH TO AGENTS TO SELL the 
O l «wv Wtur blmttlQ ft owing Machines. Fun 
particulars free* Extra inducements to expertenuod agents. 
Call on or address W. G. WILSON &. CO., Cleveland. Ohio; 
BostOP, Mass., or St. Louis, Mo. Srti-lStOB 
P OKTA It L, 1C STEAM ENGINES— FOB 
FaBM,Mining or Mechanical purposes, lliese ma¬ 
chines require no brick work: —mounted on legs they are 
especially adapted for use In Mills, SnoPSiFot Nine kies or 
Pointing Boosts,—or mounted on wheels they are adapted 
for out door work, TiiatcstuNu, Wool Sa.wlng, Ac. See 
Rural New-Yorker of August 15th, 1S6S. first page. 
|T3r Circulars with description and prices umushed on ap¬ 
plication to A. N. WOOD & CO., baton, Madison Co., N. Y. ^ 
