OOBE’S BUBAL HEW-YORKEB 
WILD ROSE. 
by h. a. alden. 
“Where’s little Wild Rose?” asked the Qneen of 
tlie Flowers. 
*• She’s fled from the garden. Its beds and its bowers. 
Fly fairies, (ly quickly, fly fleet on her track! 
Tlie Queen of the Flowers says summon her back.” 
Forth flew from the garden, tlielr queen to obey, 
Not any reluctant, each bright, shining fay. 
" Come back, little Hose, come back to your bower!” 
They called us they flew, but found not the flower. 
Wild Rose was away to the hillside so fair. 
To husk and to blush in the sunshiny air. 
But Kcho repeating her oft-Boundlng name, 
A truant, she reddened, anil fearful of blame. 
She raced o'er the wayside and hid In the bush 
That grew by the wood, near the cool water rush, 
And deep whore the feathery fern could be seen 
She laughed, peeping through Its pale yellow and 
green. 
She laughed, for the fairies o’erlooked her retreat 
And after their leader flow swiftly and fleet. 
On and on, till, dismayed, they returned to their 
queen. 
Saying, sadly, “Wild Rose never more will bo seen!" 
Then Rose from her covert, sprung forth, and v »vay 
O’er roadside and rock ridge she scampered i 1 play, 
To nestle In moss by the babbling bruok-slde, 
And clamber the wall to lay in her pride 
By Clethra so pure, and Golden-rod bright, 
And blushing Hpiroa tlint paled in her sight. 
The Queen of the Flowers will summon In vain 
Truant Rose to return to the garden again, 
For Nature, enraptured, decrees that her child 
Run henceforth unchidden, unbidden, and wild. 
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ABOUT OUR SCRAP-BOOK. 
BY ma.tasa. 
“Rome was not built In a day," nor did one I i, 
“rosy morn" and “dewy eve” measure the I n 
growth of our Scrap-Book. Away baok in the I « 
“ long ago,” when the sweet poems of Fanny « 
Forester thrilled our childish heart with un- I 
spoken delight, little scraps of verses wore cut t 
out of old newspapers, carefully rolled up and I | 
laid away. Again and again were they read \ 
until memory claimed many of the precious J r 
lines as pictures hi her storehouse. The poets t 
in “blue mid gold” and “diamond" editions I i 
wore then to us unheard of luxuries; but this I t 
miscellaneous collection was increased year by | 
year with “ getus of song." 1 c 
Well do we remember the astonishment with 1 i 
which our youthful eyes first beheld a scrap- i 
book. Our busy mother found no Iflisur? mo- I i 
meets for such employments, and the home 1 i 
was not blessed with maiden aunts or literary I . 
uncles. Not being of an Imitative turn of mind, I 
the idea of arranging the beloved verscsin such I 
a form was not llien entertained. Vcars after- 1 
wards the possibility of a sciap-book of our 
own began to haunt our day dreams. Then fol- 1 
lowed vigorous inquiries among friends skilled J 
in such loro aa to “ways and means" of pro- I 
cording; information was received of quite J 
contradictory character.—after pasting, “press J 
the damp leaves with a warm iron,” —then J 
“don’t use an iron." and so on. Comparing I 
“small things with great," the advice was as J 
varied as the “immortal dreamer” received! 
when he showed bis book to ids friends: 
Some said, “JOHN, print, It”— 
Others said, “Not so;” 
Some mild, “ It might do good’’- 
Olhers said," No." 
After a vigorous search among old books in I 
the library, one was selected as the foundation I 
of the future work of art. Paste was made, 
articles arranged, and the task begun; but, alas . J 
like many another toller in a new Held, success 
was wanting. In spite of "icons” and “no 
irons,” the yellow curled leaves would keep 
their wrinkles, bearing a strong resemblance to J 
the foliage of a peach t ree wit h n worm at the I 
root. A good friend came to the rescue and 
promised to purchase a blank book made ex- I 
pressly for a scrap-book. One spring evening it 
came. <)h 1 oh ! 
“ Backward, oh, time, roll hack In your flight; 
Make me a child again, just for to-night,” 
—just long enough to jump up and down and 
dap one's hands in true childish glee, while 
gazing on the beautiful present. About t ho | 
size of one of grandpa's old ledgers, t he thick, 
smooth leaves beautifully tinted, and the vary¬ 
ing hues, like the autograph albums of former 
days. . . 
After experimenting with a liquid called by a 
facetious cousin “gum-atlck-um," paste was 
again emplnvod and our scrap-book was smooth¬ 
ly afloat on the tide of time. The first leaf was 
adorned with a picture of the loved cottage 
home-the deep “Alma Mnter” underneath in 
large letters the cherished name, and then a 
few lines as a motto, or dedication by Bonar, 
the poet, of “Faith and Hope.” But the care¬ 
fully guarded gems of early days have not yet 
found a place on the tinted pages; ot her arti¬ 
cles of later date and interest have taken the 
place of the former friends— perhapis in the fu¬ 
ture “ by-and-by,” if a pause ever comes in a 
busy life, they too may be bound in a leather- 
tipped volume. 
So much for a scrap-book in particular. Now 
for scrap-books in general. 
Not when the sun shines clear and the brac¬ 
ing air whispers of toil and triumph, but on a I ( 
dark cloudy day, or, better still, when the driz- J 
zling rain prevents even the intimate friend 
across the street from dropping in—then brim 
out the clipped treasures and arrange the hoard 
ed materials. For, while the book may be cl 
mingled “proseand poetry," " grave and gay," 
still there is need of arrangement. Though 
“laughter may be akin to tears,” yet ont feel? 
an uncomfortable shock after t racing wKh din. 
eyes a tender, touching story —holding the 
volume before the face that others may not 
notice the uprising emotion—then to encoun¬ 
ter a mirth-provoking article, or ironical des¬ 
cription. 
Who has not some literary friend whose arti¬ 
cles find place for sweet friendship's sake? The 
literary value may be small, yet that such and 
such a one wrote this, or that, speedily gives it 
a passport to your favor. Hero is nn article 
written for some college gala day, and printed 
in the village paper, IIow you congratulated 
the author, and thought it a wonderful achieve¬ 
ment: a wider culture may have ehangadyour 
Judgment, yet give it room for tho aako of 
“ AuId Lang Syne." 
This article, so soiled and rumpled. Is on one 
of tlie leading questions of the day in which 
) oil are heartily interested. It has been handed 
from frieml to friend until it is returned with 
tho comment, “ Thom’s my sentiments;” y»ur 
heart echoes the words, and it is posted in, not¬ 
withstanding its defaced and dilapidated con¬ 
dition. 
At,ice and Phoebe Cary, sweet “sister-sing¬ 
ers," the payors arc dreary without their songs. 
“The Dim Old Forest," tho“ Dying Hymn," “ A 
Woman's Conclusion.” “Waiting tho Change," 
-tearfully give them room, place nearby some 
of tho lender tributes to their memory. 
You have often admired the spicy articles of 
“ Fanny Fern"— preserve her thoughtful, lov¬ 
ing words regarding t lie dear, mot herless grand¬ 
child—showing the lovo strong in death. “H I 
die in tho night, don’t toll her till morning." 
By the side of one of his vigorous articles 
place a picture of the lamented I Iohaujs Gker- 
ixy -asketch of Ida last hours—“I know that 
my Redeemer liveth;” “ It is done!"—t ten ac- 
' counts of the tributes of respect at tl)3 grave 
and elsewhere. 
Are your materials failing? Come up In this 
broad garret, look over these flies of old newa- 
I papers. Here see a history of the war, given 
I with the 11 rat coloring of deeply Interested wlt- 
* nesses. Cut out this report <*f the firing on 
i Sumter, this one on the death of Ellsworth ; 
=, don’t pass over the buttle—but a warning gea- 
i ture perhaps follow s. 
i’ Can’t hardly keep up with the present, with¬ 
out looking to tin* thrilling past. Franco, Uer- 
i many, Spain, Italy, Japan—history recorded in 
- the daily papers; ah, my scrap-book, you can 
- easily be Oiled. Down the stairs again ; see, tin 
e sun la shining once move—lay aside for the pres- 
y ent the scrap-book, emblem of life, with here 
I, a smile, there a tear, while tho influence of true, 
ti faitilful work lives on when those who smiled 
*- and wept have passed away. 
leading for the f filing. 
BEAUTY SLEEP. 
Sleep obtained two hours before midnight, 
when the negative forces are in operation, is 
the rest which most recuperates the system, 
giving brightness to the eye and n glow to the 
check. The dlfforeucn in the appearance of a 
person who habitually retires at 10 o clock, and 
that of one who alts up until 1” Is quite remark¬ 
able. The tone of the system, so evident In the 
complexion, the clearness aud sparkle of the 
eye, and the softm hs of the llnesof the features, 
Is, in a person of health, kept at “ concert 
pitch" by t aking regular rest two hours before 
12 o’clock, and there obtaining the “beauty 
sleep" of t.ho night. There is a heaviness of the 
eye, a sallowness of the skin, and an absence of 
that glow in the face which renders it fresh in 
expression and round in appearance, that read¬ 
ily distinguishes the person who keeps Late 
hours. 
HOE YOUR OWN ROW. r 
I think there are some maxima 
tinder tlie sun 
Scarce worth preservation; t 
But here, hoys, Is one, * 
So sound ana so simple, 1 
’Tls worth while to know, , 
And nil In a shuttle Hue! I 
“ Hoe your own row I” ( 
A good many workers 
I’ve known In iuy time,— 
Some builders of houses, 
Some builders of rhyme; 
And they that wove prospered, 
Were prospered, I know, 
By the intent and meaning of 
“ iloe yonr own tow.” 
I’ve known, too, a good many 
Idlers, who said, 
“I’ve a right to my living. 
The world owes me bread!” 
A right-! lazy lubber! 
A thousand times No! 
’Tls bis, and Ids only, 
Who hoes Ills own t ow. [Alice Cary. 
LETTERS EROM BOYS AND GIRLS. 
Catching Red Birds. 
Mr. Editor : T am going to write a short let¬ 
ter for the column in your excellent paper which 
you -so kindly give to this little hoys and girls. 
I mil 11 years old, and live in a very nice town 
which has about 4,000 Inhabitants. I want to 
toll you that tuwn people take l lie Rural, and 
we all like it very much. We have been taking 
It for I wo years, and when this year is up .1 »"i 
going to get up a club for the Rural. Fa will 
give his money for ours mid I can get three 
others, and then our Editor will give me n nice 
picture. I am cutting out ail the nice pictures 
to make a medley. I wonder ii Kitty < laiuc 
ever made one? I want to tell her that I can 
make an air castle, but perhaps not so nice as 
hers. I caught ten red birds this winter-some 
of them very nice singers. I will tell you how 
I catch them. I hang a cuge out in the back 
yard with a red bird In It, and near it 1 sot an¬ 
other cage with food which they IIlet) and then 
tie a cord to the dooraml pass through the win¬ 
dow into the room; I lien, when the bird goes 
in, I pull Hie cord, which closes the door. It is 
necessary to have snow on tho ground, ns it 
compels them to come from the woods to get 
fund. 1 have two sisters who help me; one is 
named Maggie, and the other Liz/. k. If this 
is published l will write again, and tell all about 
,.ur line school houses aud schools.—M innie 
H., fliUshoro, Ohio. 
From a Lively Little Ohio Girl. 
Dear Rural: T am a Very little girl, only 
seven years old, but I want to write to you as 
the other little boys and girls are doing; it 
would bo so funny to son my name in a paper 
and to have my little letter read by so many 
nice children. I have just moved with my 
mother out into tho country, because mamma's 
health is quite poor. Bho is a doctor, but now 
is a farmer too. I like the country hotter than 
the city, aud I have a line time. Mamma says 
she likes to have me run about and got, tanned 
with the sun. I havo been trying to learn to 
climb trees so as to bo a “Tom-boy,' for ma.ni- 
ma says sho used to be one when she war, a little 
girl, and she Is a very nice mamma. 1 go to 
school, but this tine weather makes me like to 
play much better, and 1 wish they wouldn’t 
have school in tho summer. I had rather help 
mamma dig up tho “ Doctor Burrs” (burdocks.) 
We have lots of them,and they grow very thrif¬ 
ty.— Gr^cie C., Jirownhelm , O., May 26. 
would “make believe” that "ho had bean “to 
the sto’ and buyedlt." One day, during a thun¬ 
der storm, she came to her mother with a pair 
of new shoos, and proceeded to toll how she 
had bought, them, Ac. Her elder sister inter¬ 
rupted her with, “Sissy, who waa struck dead 
for tolling a lie?” The question was followed 
by a terrific clap of thunder and tlie report of a 
gun near at hand. Sissy thought her fate was 
scaled, and dropping on her knees In front of a 
window, with her lit tle face full of fright, and 
earnestness, she exclaimed, “ Oil! Don. I tell 
you what, 1 didn't buy dem shoes !"—G. H. W., 
Gallatin , Tcnn. 
On a Prairie. 
Mn. Editor : — We take the Rural New- 
Yorker, cod we like tlie paper very much. T 
like to read,especially the letters from the boys 
aud girls. I am fourteen, and attend school on 
Round Prairie. Our school Is composed of tho 
teacher and six scholars. The boys and girls of 
tho Rural will, no doubt, think that, it is a 
small school. So I think, and would like it, 
much better if wo hud moro scholars. In tho 
summer, Round ITalrlo is » pretty place ; then 
t ho grass and trocs arc green, and llu roare sev¬ 
eral prtRty lakes on it, which look likfc basins 
with green edges. 1 hope the bov - and girls will 
write more letters for tho Rural. I have made 
u poor attempt—8. E, it., Hound Prairie, Minn. 
From a Very Little Cirl. 
Dear Rural:—I am a little girl eight years 
old, and 1 live on a dairy farm in a beautiful 
town on the Western Reserve, We are making 
sugar now, hut it is quite cold for sugar mak¬ 
ing. We live near a cheese factory. Wo send 
our milk to be made into cheese. For pets I 
have an old dog and five cats. They keep mlco 
away nicely.—L aurie, Granye Co., Oh it. 
Guinea Pigs. 
Dear Rural: My birthday came on the26th 
of March, and my papa gave mo two little Guin¬ 
ea pigs. One is white and the other is black. 
The white one. is named “ Daisy" nod the black 
one is named “ Pet.” I feed them on carrots, 
cabbage and bread. Is that right ? Can any one 
toll m« if they need water? — Hattie Bell, 
Can wood. 
A Touching Story is told of a lady in Ken- 
tnoky who was stricken wit h a sudden failing 
of the optic nerve, and was told that she could 
not retain her sight, more than a few days at 
most, and was liable to be totally deprived of 
it (l t any moment. Bhe returned to her home, 
quietly made such arrangements as would occur 
to one about to commence so dark a journey 
of life, and then had her two little children, 
attired in their brightest suits, brought before 
her and. so, with their little faces lifted to 
hers, and tears gathering for the great misfor¬ 
tunes that t hey hardly realized, the light faded 
out of the mother’s eyes. 
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Mme. Bbes has received the degree of Doctor 
of Medicine in France. Her certificate runs 
thus: —“Mme. Gres, a married woman and 
mother of two children, does not. pursue the 
study of medicine as a pastime or by reason of 
scientific vanity. Bhe fulhlls all the duties of 
her profession. During both sieges of Paris 
she never left the bedside of our wounded sol¬ 
diers." 
_- 
When a man thinks that nobody cares for 
him, and that, be is atone in a cold and selfish 
world, he would do well to ask himself what he 
has done to make anybody caro for him, and to 
warm the world with faith and generosity. 
Generally, those who complain the most havo 
done the least. 
A Sweet Time. 
DEAR Mr. Editor ; f am a little girl 12 years 
old. My pa owns a farm of 95 acres. 1 have 
three sisters and one brother, tho youngest of 
all, so we girls have to help on the farm. I 
drive the cows from the pasture, plaster corn, 
kill potato bugs, gather apples, etc. 1 attend 
the district, school three-fourths of a mile from 
home. I wont four months last year without 
staying out a day or being tardy an hour, and 
received a prize in my spelling class. We havo 
an Estey organ. I can play u few pieces, and 
am going to take lessons this summer. We 
make maple sugar; we had a sugar party, and 
had quite a sweet time.—F. A. H., DeWitt, 
Mich., April, 1873. 
PUZZLER INQUIRIES. No 4. 
1. In answer to J. P. Fuller, in Rural of 
May 31, Problem No. 2, I will state that I havo 
sometimes solved it as follows: 
** i i a( ld equations. 
io+>. + t/* + 'r-1/18. 
Add M to both members, as follows:—** + *+ 
+ y'i , y 4 >4-18&-37.2-71.4. We notice that the 
left member Is composed of two perfect, squares, 
by inspection we find that 74.4 may also be sep¬ 
arated Into tlie squares 49.4 and 25.4; from the 
given equations wo determine that the value 
Of y is the greater, hence : 
,/J *y+!4-40.4 W-3 
- 1 :r s > 4 .— 26.4 ,r—2 
I do not submit this as being n first-class solu¬ 
tion, but any other method would require tho 
solution of an equation of the fourth Uegreo—a 
long process. G. M. Record. 
2. Answer to ditch question, Rural, May 3: 
j/- rods one digs; 100—j/=*rods the other digs; 
r- price in shillings paid per rod for easy part; 
x t-1 —price per rod paid for the harder part; 
jy** amount received by the first one, $60, or 400 
shillings; x+1 multiplied by 100—y-lOO.r « lOOj-y 
qy, the amount received by tho other. But 
both received equal amounts, viz 400 shillings. 
Hence ry-lOOr 100 xy—y. This equation re¬ 
duced will give the answer required. n. 
3. The ditch problem published in the Rural 
of May3, for the solution of which a rule was 
required (and which W. Mead says cannot be 
solved), can be solved in the following manner: 
Let. x— the number of cents B received per rod, 
and x t-25 the number©! cents which A received 
per rod. Then 
5000 + 8000 
»*» a-. - -100 rods. 
’ From this equation the value of x is found to 
l he 80.08882 cts., and *+ 26- 1 U .03882 ots. Proof: 
8QOO divided by 114.03882-43.84472-A. 
I 6000 divided by 80.03882- 50.15528 -II. 
, 100 rods. 
Wm. H. Hull. 
Letter from a Deaf Boy. 
Mr. Rural : -1 have wanted to write you an¬ 
other letter for some time, but never got at it. 
I am tho little deaf boy you read about last 
June, a year ago, and do not hear any more 
than I did t hen. Please tell the one that writes 
about the ” Fur-Bearing Animal-," that I wish 
he would put in an animal every time, for 1 like 
to read about I hem as well as I do the letters 
from boys and girls, f go to school and study 
book-keeping, arithmetic and reading. I have 
a woodchuck’s hide, and l wish you or some 
one would tell mo if it is worth anything. I 
I think I have taken up enough room for this 
time, and will say good bye— Wii.lie A. IT., 
| Galway, Tf.T. ___ 
** Oldn’t Buyod ’Em.” 
Some time ago, a little niece of the writer’s 
developed an alarming tendency for “ passing. 
When anything new was brought home, she 
ANAGRAM.-No. 6. 
Ofr het erosttvuus hatt ew saire 
Mite si tJiiw rallsmato edlilf 
Dan rou say dots nnd rostadyyse 
Ear eth sclobk whit chtwk cwdilbu. 
{35 r " Answer in two weeks. Carrie. 
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ARITHMETICAL PUZZLE.-No. 3. 
From 6 take 9; from 9 take 10; from 40 take 
50, and have 6 remainder. x. 
J3T* Answer in two weeks. 
PUZZLER ANSWERS.—May 31. 
Cross-Word Enigma No. 10.—La Grange. 
Illustrated Rebus No. 14.— A rebus for the 
prize you offer. 
