OCT, i8 
MOORE’S RURAL fJEW-¥ORKER. 
^Tadics' ^Portfolio. 
THE WAY OF THE WORLD. 
nr d. m. .tokdan. 
Tnrur nro beautiful longs that ire never sing 
And name* that are never apnken, 
There are treasures guarded with Jealous care 
Ami kept, ns a sacred token. 
There are faded flower ', and letters dim 
With t'mrs that have mined above them 
For the fickle words, and the faithless hearts 
Tlmt taught us how to love them. 
There are sighs that come In our Joyous hours 
To chasten otir dreams of glndness, 
And tears that spring to nur aching eyes 
In hours of thoughtless sadness. 
For the blithest bird that sings in spring 
Will tilt the wnnlDg summer. 
And lips that we kissed in fondest love 
Will smile on the first new comer. 
Over the breast where lilies rest 
In white hands, stilled forever, 
The roses of June will nod and blow 
Unheeding the hearts that sever. 
And lips that quiver In silent grief. 
All words of hope refusing, 
Will lightly turn to the fleeting Joys 
That perish with the using. 
Summer blossoms, and winter snows. 
Love, and Its sweet idyxlun, 
Hope like a siren dim and fair 
Quickening our tainting vision ; 
Drooping spirit and falling pulse 
Where untold memories hover. 
Eyelids touched with the seal of death 
And the fitful dream Is over. 
MRS, BRIGHAM YOUNG No. XYII. 
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A Woman’s Interview with Her. 
Fresh from the blue laws of the East, im¬ 
bued with the Idea that “no good thing ran 
come out c>f Nazareth,’' 1 visited Salt Lake 
City with all my sympathies enlisted for the 
woman wlm was struggling to free herself from 
the hateful yoke which outhralled her. Call¬ 
ing, with some friends, one evening, I found 
her at the best, hotel in the city—a hotel which, 
for luxury, though not for size, would compete 
w ith the Fifth Avo. Hotel or N. Y. City. Mrs. 
Young No. 17 is tall, has a good figure, line 
features, black hair and eyes, complexion rather 
pale, and at first sight would be called a line- 
looking woman. She wore a dross of gray, much 
trimmed —would pass anywhere aw a finely- 
dresBed woman, and looked, altogether, not at 
all the martyr I had oxpected to see. 
We were invited to her rooms, which are on 
the upper floor (she said from fear for her life); 
found a very pleasant parlor, with bedroom ad¬ 
joining nicely furnished rooms, which, with 
hoard for herself and boy about II years of age, 
must coat her $><<1 per week at least. 
I sat down, and, while the Professor was talk¬ 
ing to her, observed her closely. Hear by, her 
features do not seem so line. She looked a 
little coarse, Ignorant, cruel In disposition u 
woman capable of being a virago. Our Pro¬ 
fessor said Her /teatest fault was being too 
sensitive to the opinions o: others." 1 won¬ 
dered much at this, till 1 heard the interpreta¬ 
tion thereof, which I give here, literally;—" She 
takes offence easily, Is rather looking out for a 
chance to do ho, and then there Is a perfect 
tempasl. Woe to all who come in her wuy under 
her Indignation!" 
I asked what Anally induced her to leave 
BlUGHAM. She replied:-“The last straw that 
broke the camel’s back was Brigham telling 
me to take care of myself; he would not sup¬ 
port rue longer." Him said she was living on 
the proceeds of the sale of the furniture that 
was in her house, furnished by Brigham. As 
I calculated what her stylo of dress and living 
must cost, and the rneagerness of the amount 
furnished her by him, It occurred to me that 
she must have a wonderful faculty for making 
a little go a greol way. I did not speak of It, 
however, fearing her “sensitiveness." 
After listening to our Professor for a while, I 
ventured to ask how she expected sympathy 
when she must have known Brigham had six¬ 
teen wives before ho married her. Sho re¬ 
plied that she knew nothing but Alormunism 
then, and was forced to it. Her brother was in 
trouble with Brigh am, who threatened to ex¬ 
communicate him from the church, which then 
seemed the worst thing that could happen to 
any one ; and her family thought her murrjage 
would make things better. She Is now 28 was 
married to Brigham when 24 but 1 should 
judge force would not have moved her more 
then than now. 
Her first husband, from whom she was di¬ 
vorced, now lives in Ogden, Utah. She told 
me he was a very brutal man used to e.hoJte 
ami pound her. Surely she has boon unfortu¬ 
nate in her selections. She lias two boys, sons 
of her first husband. I waa much atnusod at a 
little Incident which occurred while wo wore 
there. She had refused to see the gentlemen 
of our party unless accompanied by ladles, say¬ 
ing, with tears and blushes, aba had to be to 
cate/ul, as her character had boon so vilely 
assailed by the Mormons that she only received 
oallB from one genUowan—tho Methodist min¬ 
ister—and ho was always accompanied by his 
wife. While conversing, a servant brought her 
a card; after she had looked at. it a moment, 
he, with a little chuckle, showed her some- j 
thing written on the back. She ordered the j 
visitor shown up to her rooms, saying to us 
she could not imagine who it could be, as it 
was not her lawyer it was no one she knew. 
; But the gentleman's first, greeting was, “ How 
do you do? How have you been since r saw 
you last?" And he seated himself with very 
much of an “at honin’’ sort of way—so much 
at home that he stayed nil t he time we were 
there and we left him there. 
I came away from Suit Lake City feeling that 
my sympathy for “No. 17" had been wasted; 
and although l do not blame her for wishing to 
be free from her married life, I cannot help 
thinking It would bo just the name wero she the 
only wife ot a good ami true man. w. 
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STRAY THOUGHTS. 
UY MARY r. llARTt.KTT. 
I was walking thought fully home from the 
post-office, the other day, when 1 overtook In- 
fki.ioe; and as we went on together, i said, 
holding up the fresh, damp paper, I had re¬ 
ceive I, “ I was just wondering how many heart 
throbs I may bo crushing hero in my hand. It 
19 a strange thing, this writing for the papers, 
Isn’t it ? How froely one writes (In a veiled sort 
of way. to bo sure,) thoughts, feelings and ex¬ 
periences one would not for worlds breathe to 
a living soul,” 
“Not quite so strange, either, Mary,” she 
answered, “when wo consider the many bur¬ 
dened hearts throughout the world, yearning 
for sympathy, yot always misunderstood ; long- , 
I tig to conlldo in some one, yet constantly re¬ 
pulsed. Hueh hearts must cry out or break! 
And so, knowing that somewhere In this great, 
world of human feeling there must lie hearts 
which t he echoes of their moan will roach, and 
touch, they pour out In song what they have 
learned in suffering.” 
“O 1 NKKi.it'is," Buhl I, “If J had only some 
moans of assuring such souls of my sympathy 
for them ! You well know the writings which 
always have the greatest, interest for me are 
those which scota to be written with the heart's 
blood.” 
“Be content, Mary,” she said. “They do 
not need the assurance; they know It—they 
fec.l It. to be true; and hence the unspeakable 
comfort that writing is to thorn. But., Mary, 
do you ever read the unintelligible things In the 
papers ?” 
“ I answered ; “ they have a wonder, 
ful fascination for mo. As sure us I hear Uncle 
JOHN ‘ pshawing,' contempt uou-.ly, over an arti¬ 
cle, and maintaining that ' t hat fellow' doesn’t 
know what he is driving at,’ I pounce eagerly 
upon it, and strive, might and main, to decipher 
the hieroglyphics. Not that I ever succeed; 
l>ut that makes no difference. The next mu; I 
come across has an equal attraction for uie." 
" No wonder you can’t make out the cipher, 
Mary ; it was never Intended you should, 
Every such article Is written for one eye', alone, 
and no other cull ever read the hidden mean¬ 
ing." 
“ Hut suppose |t never meets that eye, In- 
FELtCK?" 
“ VIell, then, let it puss ; no one will ever be 
any the wiser. But there is the chance, you 
know, that, though separated by many weary 
miles,- - though barrod, perchance, even the 
dubious comfort of a letter, that eye will trace 
out the mystic characters, and read, rre«h from 
the heart, what the faltering tongue may never 
speak." 
“Ah, iNN'isXicii," said I, “how plain it ull 
seems to you. What a subtle sympathy you 
have with every human heart, whatever may 
be Its experience. Indeed, my friend, the fact 
is, I fear you fed too much about everything. 
It Is actually wearing your life away. If you 
would but take things easy, us 1 do, tow much 
happier you would be. You need recreation, 
too, my dear. You must come to us, to-mor¬ 
row. Uncle John’s friend Carp is coming, 
and he is the kind of a man It Is some pleasure 
to talk with, Como: 1 can promise you a day 
of real happiness." 
“ Thank you, Mary; I will come,” she said. 
“ But how strangely you mix up the torrus 
pleasure and happiness, us though they were 
synonymous. To me, pleasure means excite¬ 
ment happiness means rest. There is but little 
of it, I think, to tie found this side of Heaven ; 
lint there, yes there, rematnelb a ‘rest’ for 
Goo’s people. Think of It, Mary. Rest for I,ho 
poor, tired, suffering body! Boat for the anx¬ 
ious, careworn mind! Best for the troubled 
spirit, faint and weary with its struggles against 
its ow n corruption I” 
As Inpemck left me, with the wistful, far-off 
look on her face that, it sometimes wears, I 
stood still awhile, thinking how little T really 
understood her, or know of her inner life, long 
a« we had been friends. Ah, well, after all, re¬ 
serve is one of the charms of friendship. When j 
our friends turn their hearls Inside out, and we , 
have seen all. and know there is nothing more 
to be learned about them, little as we may think 
it, our interest In them flags. But when they 
only (and t hat upon rare occasions) leave the 
door of their heurts ajar, and suffer us to catch ! 
but stray glimpses of the mysteries within, there , 
is an interest and freshness In our intercourse [ 
with thorn that is perennial. 
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The Jewish Messenger exhorts the Jewesses ] 
riot to imitate the folios of Christian women in i 
dressing for church. The editor thinks in many r 
of tne churches worship is a full-dress affair, t 
consisting in a display ot finery, rather than i 
devotion of heart. 
Heading for th? $|outtg. 
THE BOYS. 
There come the bovei! O dour, the noise, 
The Whole house feels the racket; 
Behold the knee of Harry’s pants. 
The elbows of his Jacket. 
But never mind, If eyes keep bright, 
And limbs grow straight,nod limber: 
We'd rather lose the tree's whole bark 
Than And unsound the timber! 
Now hoar the tops and marbles roll! 
The floors—oh, woe betide them ! 
And I must watch the banisters, 
For I knuw hoys who ride them ! 
The very chairs are lied In pairs, 
And made to prance and caper; 
What, swords are whittled out <>f sticks ! 
What bruve hats inado of paper ! 
The dinner hell penis loud anil well. 
To tell the milkman's coming; 
And then the rush of '■ steam-oar trains ” 
Set all onr ears a humming. 
” Boys will be boys hut not for long ; 
Ah, could wo hear about us 
This thought—how very goon our boys 
Will learn to do without us ! 
How soon hot tall and deep-voiced men 
Will gravely call us “ Mother," 
Or we tie stretching empty hands 
From tills world to the other. 
More gently we should chide the noiso. 
Arid wtien night quells the racket, 
Stitch in but loving thoughts and prayers, 
While mending pants and Jacket! 
[Christian Union. 
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LETTERS FROM BOYS AND GIRLS. 
Where are the Clrls? 
Beak Mr. Editor:—! notloothat the Young 
People's column of the Rural has, for some 
time, been destitute of the bright and instruc¬ 
tive epistles which for a time made It so inter¬ 
esting. What, has become of Editij Loretta. 
M. Hu.A C., IrBRTv and Gipsy, and many more 
whose names I do not recollect? I fear they 
have arrived at the age of “sweet sixteen,” and 
become so fuseltutting that their lime, when not 
In school, is fully occupied In receiving culls 
and invitations from young persons of Ibo other 
sex. Or are they at. home, worrying through 
Cube Root and the Progressions, and trying to 
unravel the mysteries of a new Grammar with¬ 
out an Instructor, like myself ? Let us rully to 
the work, girls, lest the sterner sex take the 
palm and leave ijr In the background. 
I strolled to the wood, a short time since, re¬ 
solved to pluck every flower that presented 
Itself to my view in that dismal hut romantic 
region, that it might not be " horn to blush 
unseen,” etc.; but by the time I had gathered a 
huge bouquet of spring flowers, (llepntica tri¬ 
loba.) and tilled my basket with beautiful green 
moss, 1 became so weary that I was under the 
necessity of leaving the adjective in Its slmpln 
form, and retracing my stops while there still 
remained many a flower which had not bent to 
my will, or fingers. 
I am maklng a Light calico apron which I cut 
after my own fancy, and perhaps some of the 
girls might like to pattern after. The front 
breadth Is gored; also the side pieces, which 
are HOlilowhat shorter; the four cornet s are 
rounded, which foitu two scallops; a scallop is 
also cut In Lho front breadth. It la gathered at 
the sides and plain in front the width of the 
bib ; the bib is sewnd on t he bolt, and made to 
pin on the shoulders. The wholo is trimmed 
with points, for convenience in ironing. 
My father takes ton papers, ho l have plenty 
of reading. 1 have a pile of them a little less 
in size than an ordinary hay-stack—foremost of 
which Is the Rural, New-Yorkeh, with its 
portraits nr the good and great,—which I have 
preserved for future re-reading from time im¬ 
memorial; and I will no l surrender one of them 
to bo placed around preserve jars or spread on 
pantry shelves, for I think It requires too much 
time and talent to produce them.-C ora, Ba¬ 
tavia, N. l r . 
My Flowers and Chickens. 
1 wisu to tell the readers of theRuiiAi..some¬ 
thing of my flowers and chickens. I hope none 
of them will get discouraged ami quit writing, 
for their letters are very interesting. 
AVo have a great variety of flowers, some from 
the North arid some from Texas. The yard is full 
of different kinds- shrubs, vines, evergreens, 
and a numerous variety of annuals. The bees, 
humming-birds, butterflies, and nil kinds of In¬ 
sects that live, among the flowers have gay times. 
Wo have several kinds of box plants, such as 
Ice plant, Dew plant, Coleus, Achyranthus, Por- 
tiilaoca, AVaudering Jew, Mimosa and Gera¬ 
niums ; the Ico plant is the most tender of all. 
In the evening, when the primroses open and 
you are among them, it seems almost as If the 
bees arc dwarming around you, bunting somo 
place to rest. 
But my chickens; J muBt toll you about them. 
I have taken care of the chickens this year, and 
it’s the most pleasant work I have to do. I have 
six little ducks, but they arc young, and J fear 
they will die when wtntor cornea. The chicken,: 
ure of a mixed breed, but I believe tboy are as 
good as any. 1 have one bon, that aat on some 
eggs, but did not- hatch many chickens, and 1 
took them away from her and gave thorn to 
another lien, and this old hen went, back to her 
nest, and sat on the straw two weeks; J then 
gave her some more fresh eggs, mulshohatched 
another brood of chicks and raised them. Liz¬ 
zie L., Carrollton, Ala. 
A Brief Temperance Lecture. 
Dear Rural: —As all the boys and girls are 
writing to you, I thought I would too. Though 
perhaps older than some of tho boys, yot I feel 
like a llttlo boy, albeit people call mo a young 
man. lam lflyearsofage and weigh 1(50pounds; 
have never been sick a day In my life, and boys, 
I will toll you how 1 enmo to be so healthy. 
From the oar I lest of my recollection I have 
never drank any coffee, tea, whisky, or stimu¬ 
lants of any kind. “ Health brings happiness." 
So, boys, If you want to bo happy, preserve your 
health ; and if you want your health, don’t uso 
any stimulants, especially tobacco and whisky. 
Perhaps some time I will give you a history of 
my life, which Is full of adventures, na I livod 
for quite a while in Kansas when it was in a 
wild state. But enough now.— Sampson, Car¬ 
thage, Mo. 
Ella to Wild Rose, the Indian Girl. 
Dear Wild Rose:—I hnvo just read your 
letter in the last Rural, and like it very much; 
also the one you wrote a year or two ago. What 
good t.lnice you must have hunting and flMhiiig 
in the beautiful stream by which your homo Is 
situated! How 1 should like to go with you 
boating and flslilng, and when wo tired of that, 
go and gather some of those beautiful flowers 
that grow so plenty on t he prairie. When I am 
able to attend school, I go to tho Jamestown 
Union School and Collegiate Institute. I should 
like to have a personal correspondence with 
you; there are so many tilings 1 would liko to 
ask you and toll you that we can't say through 
the paper — so If you will put your post-office 
address In tho Rural, 1 will write to you and 
toll you mine.—E lla 1. B Jamestown, N. Y. 
From Little Minnie. 
Mr. Editor: I am a llttlo girl of nine yoars 
ot ago. My papa takes the Rural New-York¬ 
er. and likes it very much. I am taking music 
lessons; my papa promises mo an organ as soon 
as I can play three tunes. I have a wax doll; 
it's name m Nollio. I live with my parents on a 
large farm. My grandpa and grandma live across 
the rood from us, and I go to son them every 
day. Well, 1 guess T have taken up enough 
room for this time. - Mi.vmi: k. m., IVcllevlUo , 
n . r. 
<$he flttslcr. 
PROBLEM.-No. 11. 
The lino which bisects tho right angle of a 
triangle, and which terminates at the hypothe- 
nuse, measures 20 rods, while the hypothenuse 
measures 60. Requir d, the base and perpen¬ 
dicular of the triangle. 
B C—tH) rods; A D—20 rods. 
This problem may be solved without the aid 
of trigonometrical formula, or the use of an 
equation higher than that of the second degree. 
B. F. Burleson. 
PST" Answer in two weeks. 
WORD-PUZZLE—No. 4. 
I am 15 letters. My first two signify what 
every person living has or has had. My first 
three was the name of a French Marquis. My 
Orst four signify motion, a thing done, an ad¬ 
mission, an omission. Sc. My first live signify 
something old and worn. My first nine may be 
a person or any other animal. My 10, 11, 12 Is 
an animal with four feet and is a prefix to more 
than one kind of mineral. My six last is what 
I really am, and I am a bird. What kind of a 
bird am I ? Uncle Charles. 
Answer In two weeks. 
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MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA.—No. 8. 
I am composed of 20 letters : 
My 4,16, 9, 2, 15, 8 Is a class of stone belonging 
to the Mesozoic System. 
My 20,12.13,11,10,1 Is a verb. 
My 13, 3,18,10, 7. 6,15,10 is a class of stone be¬ 
longing to the Igneous System. 
My 18,13,14, 8 Is a noun. 
My wholo is tho scientific name of an animal 
now extinct. New Baltimore. 
pr Answer In two weeks. 
PUZZLER ANSWERS.-Oct. 4. 
Miscellaneous Enigma No. 7.—Apples of 
gold In pictures of silver. 
