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MOORE’S RURAL MEW- YORKER. 
FORGET ME OS REMEMBER. 
BY EMMA BURT. 
'Tis trod, sweethcftrt,—the sea Is wWo-k» wide— 
And tp jo It Is that interests beside 
As deep sue! wide as »••*»« may interpose— 
Wllfit ftT 'S the corning yenrs cvalv©—GOD knew*!— 
To oroc i !i; fro to your heart. Oo free, go tree ! 
Fveo i !p too w-.n-ihi tbttt sweep across your sea j 
7 litild von not. Tiro universe of llioneht, 
0 i beauty, Halil and tenderness besought. 
’ Of you i indeed, indeed, i bold you uot t 
One flay the measure of yonr soul I caught 
Jilts mountain eloft—ravoiding vales below. 
Do I fOl jrct ? I. n-uu during, looked, and lo I 
1 raw therein one crowned; and yet, and yet, 
I bold yrn not-rmiii ulber Or forget. 
Jto realm I atk, to Buffrngo Cruvo forsooth ; 
No bomogo h> efl— »ur« that of peerless truth. 
)f pUU calls to spirit there will bo 
Dominion wider than eternity. 
Then forgot me or remember us you will 
Though 1 bold you not. I bless you ever—still 
Ton will— forget ine—not. 
A GLIMPSE OF THE LAND OF FLOWERS, 
•by anna cleaves. 
As I sit musing In the wurra sunshine on the 
banks of the St. John, drinking in the beauty | 
of the everlasting verdure that surrounds mo, ' 
I cannot but sigh for those less fortunate than 1 
myself, who are doomed to hibernate during f 
thi' winter In the cold, rigid land of the North. 1 
He who knows not the luxury of a Florida 4 
wilder, can never fully realise tlie delightful | 
influence It has on the mind and body, especial- 1 
]y of one who, like the bird Of summer, sings 
his sweetest when the »ky is fairest. Here aro * 
no -mow-covered bills with their stunted ver¬ 
dure; no mountain streams locked in an icy 1 
embrace; and no chilling blasts to sweep over 
the frozen plains. In their stead arc vast tracts ' 
of aromatic pines, and orange groves whose 1 
sweet perfume, like perpetual incense, ever 
floats over the land. 1 
Here,throughout tho season, the glory of vtn© 
fin<J blossom reveals itself In every glade and 
hammock, making the forest to smile In its 
loveliness. At my feet In blooming tha beauti¬ 
ful little “wayside,” whose delicate, white 
blossoms, like cushion of stars, are looking 
up Into my faoe with so pure and sweet a 
smile that I cannot yield lo the temptation of 
plucking tho tiny things, but with a tender 
waving of tho bands above thorn, softlywhis¬ 
per “ Bloom on—bloom on—arid bless the for- 
oat with your purity!" 
All around mo, nestling amid tho sand and 
coarse, wild grass, aro myriads of bright-eyed 
daisies of varied hues, peeping from their hid¬ 
ing places, a-blush with unconscious beauty. 
At my right is a solitary white Illy, whose cell- 
,ui'\ boll-like blossom scorns about to chime 
forth a low, sweet melody to tire unseen fairies 
that perchance may bo loitering beneath Us 
pendant charms. It my loot rise* a wealth of 
yollow Jasmine dinging to the palmetto, and 
f.ivrtle ebrub-s in tangled tunas** of knot* and 
loops and festoons. Hero, it Cover- an unsight¬ 
ly stump; or, reaching out Its tendrils. It forms 
triumphal arches and shady bowers, as if to woo 
mo to tirolr isaeot retreats. And Ju.'t above my 
head droop the feather-like branches of the 
date palm ; near it is tho sturdy cocoa, the Uu> 
urlunt banana, ibo great flaming uragnoliu und 
the rich foliage of the bay—all glistening in the 
sunlight that shimmers upon them through the 
overhanging branches of the pluc trees. Here 
the little warblers of the North join their old 
companions of warmer climes and brighter 
plumage, to trill forth their street love songs. 
O', but to lister, to these joyous strains, w hose 
Hjont-uieousout burst* reach through the wood¬ 
land, pausing one tu forgot the misery In the 
world, and brliHug heaven so near that it seems 
hut u step to enter in through tho gate of gold 
and jasper. 
“ Return to the North ?" No, no I let me lin¬ 
ger here mid the pine woods, or wander along 
the shining beach of tho coast line, searching 
for the rare treasures that, He hidden in itB 
snowy dunes, or gathering the pearly shells 
tliat lie heaped in wondrous windrows in the 
shift ing sand. Let me float in the dainty skiff 
on the calm waters of l lie Gulf, or Biscay no Bay, 
In search or tho various species of the sponge, 
coral and seaurchins. What u wealth of treas¬ 
ure line in every fathom of these enchaining 
waters! 
! i: i,i*'t enw the unrestrained liberty of the 
feathered tribe, as I watch tue crane.and the 
pelican s liu over the surface of the water*, or 
wander at will along the marshes and shallows. 
With t't< in I would rest upon the white-capped 
waves, or nestle in the branches of the dark, 
luxuriant mangrove. I would soar over the 
vast extent of the everglades, peering Into every 
nook and cavern, and spying out the beautiful 
air plants, lichens and waving banners of 
moss, and feast upon the perfume of tho night- 
blooming coroiiH, as I qucuOhed. my thirst In 
i lie springs and healing fountains. I would 
alight lu tho loftiest cocoas, then Soar a Way to 
the distant grove ; and sip nectar from the gol- 
d"n (Mips of tho orange. 
“Return to the North?” No, no! leave me 
liorc where tho fleecy cloud-banks are tipped 
with the rays of tho setting eun ; where I can 
breathe tho iOft, balmy air that comes over the 
Gulf, laden with health and happiness; and 
where the glad sunshine revels In unwonted 
splendor, infusing new life and joy into this 
department of God's beautiful creation. 
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A LESSON FOR WOMEN. 
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Pear ROral Rkadihh If you will look on 
page 19 of the Rural Nkw-Yorker, for July 
5th, 1873, yon will And, at the bottom of the 
left-hand side, tho following l—“ Ono of the 
lessons a woman roost rarely learns is never to 
talk to a drunken or angry mm," or “angry 
or drunken man," whh hcver way It is. 
When one bitter word stirs up two more hit¬ 
ter—when tho dove-eyed fairies take wing, and 
the unholy imps rush In to wink and blink de¬ 
struction—it Is at such a time a* this the “ soft 
answer" is to the troubled soul what oil is 
on tho troubled wave. Strike the harmonic 
chords of big nature whether angry or drunk¬ 
en, w hether drunken or angry “ neap coals of 
Are on his head,’* after tho manner of kindness, 
and if OPS grain of true manliness is In him it 
may take root and hear tenfold. 
One of t lie strangest thing- on record is that 
man which la Isolde brow broad arid fair, man¬ 
ner pleasing, hand betimes willing tu scatter 
blessings nt our feet should so belittle him¬ 
self as to wallow in bis debauchery like pigs in 
tho mire. And 1 suppose the woman who is 
specially interested in that, man. whether she 
be mother, sister or w ife, would quench rather 
than waken strife; the better angels or Ids 
being, wakening, might rally to beckon him 
back tii the throne of Id* manhood. And the. 
angry man—well, what of him? He is no doubt 
thoroughly in earnest, and if you can keep out 
of his way till his emotion cools off, you will 
feel «» safe (may be) as if you bad not been in 
his reach. 
Of course we expect woman, In her weakness, 
to do many things which luck wisdom; but man 
— majestic, strong-minded, powerful l—drink 
not so deep from your cup of dissipation us to 
tumble your power and your majesty in the 
ditch. If you bold the . cptor of superiority 
over the weaker vessel, then -wav that scepter 
with dignity, and lot not. your mother, your sis¬ 
ter, your wife or your daughter, blush at tho 
record of your manhood. It was a tradition of 
the early Indians that over the destiny of all 
earthly beings, by guardian angels suspended, 
in each band a crown, one made of t horns and 
the other of roses,—that when we did a noble, 
self-sacrificing act, from the crown of thorns « 
thorn was plucked, and in its stead a rose was 
placed ; find for each moan and petty act, from 
the crown of roses a rose was taken, and 111 its 
stead ft thorn was placed. So tho guardian 
angola kept tliclr record. 
Whet aro wo doing? Arc wo filling our crowu 
of rosea with thorns, or otherwise? f. f. 
CHILDREN ON THE SHORE. 
When building little tious.es oo the sands. 
We are making little rooms very gay. 
We are busy with our hearts and our hands. 
We are sorry that t./io time flits away. 
Oh, why uro the minutes in such haste T 
Oh, why won't they lcuvo u:. to Our play ? 
Our lesson* and our tncals are such waste! 
Wo can iJIdo very well another day. 
We do not mind tho tide coming In,— 
We can dig It a conning little bod. 
Or leave our pretty house and begin 
Another pretty house In its stead; 
We do not. mind the min in our eyes. 
When it makes such a. daz/le of tho world. 
That we cannot tell the aea from the skies. 
Nor look where the flying drops arc hurled. 
The shells that wo gather are so fair. 
The hirds and tho clouds aro »<> kind. 
And the wind 1* so merry with our hair,— 
It is only the 1‘tuvK that we mlndl 
Papa, if you corue SO vary near, 
Wt can’t build the library to-day . 
We think you aro tired of being here, 
.it nd, perhaps, you would like to go away. 
There uro Just one or two we won’t refuse, 
It' they come by lo help us now and then ; 
But we want only fr'ends to be of use. 
And not all those Idle grown-up tuca; 
Perhaps. If we hurry very ruuch, 
Aud don’t lose an instant of the day. 
There’ll be time for tho hist lovely touch 
Before the soft sweep* It all uwuy. 
Oh, children, - thus working with tho heart 1 
There's nothing so terrible as rest; 
Plan only how all muy take u purt j 
it’s easy for each to do his best. 
Tho sea sweeping up lit sot of sun, 
Can never make your lull be in vain ; 
It covers the things that you have d"iie, 
But the Joy of the doing shall remain. 
[Poem* )or a Child. 
times, may think tho task a thankless one, be¬ 
cause they do uot see the fruit ion of the seed 
they huvo Sown. To all such let me say that 
every good influence exerted to-day will bear 
fruit to-morrow, and that there is no higher 
mission on earth than the teacher’s. 
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SAINT FATTY. 
St. Patty was an orphan, and dwelt in a oot 
with a sour old aunt. It chanced, it being bit¬ 
ter cold, that three hunters oaroo and craved 
for meat and drink. “Puck,” said tho sour 
aunt; “neither meat nor drink have ye here.” 
“Neither meat nor drink,” said Patty, “but 
something bol ter.” And she ran and brought 
some milk, some eggs and some flour, and boat¬ 
ing thorn up, poured tho batter in tho pan. 
Then she took tho pan and tossed tho cake 
once; and then a robin alighted at the window, 
and kept singing these words:—“Ono good 
turn deserves another.” A nil l’atty tossed uud 
tossed the cakes, and tho hunters ate their full 
and departed. And next day the hunter baron 
came in state to the oot, and trumpet* were 
blown, and tin heralds cried, ♦'Ono good turn 
deserves another.” And in token whereof 
Patty became the baron's wife, and pancakes 
were eaten on Shrove Tuesday ever after.— 
Jcrrold's " Five "Isle Saint*. ” 
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Insect Music.—T he chirping and Singing of 
cricket and grasshopper arc frequently spoken 
of; but they do not sing; they fiddle:. By rub¬ 
bing legs nod wing* together, each in a manner 
peculiar to the species, these Insects produce 
the Hound* which characterize them. Perhaps 
our best insect instrumental performer Is Ibo 
“Katydid.” Each wing contains a little tam- 
borlne: aud by the opening ami shutting of the 
wings those aro rubbed against each other, and 
produce the sounds of “ Katy-dld-she-did," 
which can tic heard at such a long distance. 
WHAT FRENCH LADIES ARE DOING. 
Fair ladles In France are now engaged in 
making applique cushions, applique chairs, 
carpets, dollies uinl bed coverlet*. Hmalt pieces 
of colored doth fall about the industrious Iu 
all Shape*aud sizes; cretonne is even cut out 
and sewn on while muslin for curtains. Fancy 
needlework has gone back a few centuries like 
all other fashions. Gobelin colors arc Consid¬ 
ered the most desirable, aud all the tapestry 
made is on very lino canvass. Some of the 
long otripos made are works of art such us 
had long been forgotten, and tho hideous shad¬ 
ing so touch thought of for the last twenty 
years (all bright colors, one eclipsing the ot her) 
is now looked on a* untasteful. Fresco grays 
and “ sanguines" are In request, and the de¬ 
signs are classical. 
Satin-stitch embroidery is also revived, and 
as the trimmings to be worn by ladles all next 
winter will bo Louis XIII. galoon, done by 
hand, the diligent should make a prevision 
during the holidays, which they can turn to ad¬ 
vantage when t he autumn styles appear. 
What are Louis XIII. guloons? will be in¬ 
quired. They are an ecru coiuso tape, and the 
work is what our gntddames used to call back¬ 
stitch ; it 1* all dune In green olive floss of sev¬ 
eral shade*. The Russian stitch is more effect¬ 
ive. Velvet spencers and silk aprons, stomach¬ 
ers, and breteiles will be trimmed with this 
gal non. 
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WHAT WOMEN ARE DOING. 
Women ju s gradually coming forward. Their 
rights aro being recognized now more than ever. 
In the M. E. Conference ut Indianapolis, Ind., 
Bishop Hlmpaon spoke in favor of woman's suf¬ 
frage. Two women will occupy scuts iu the 
next Wyoming Legislature. Gov. Ingorsoll of 
Connecticut has appointed two women on the 
Btato Board of Public Charities. Mlse Wood- 
lelgh has been elected to the Professorship of 
Chemistry in the Pennsylvania Female College, 
Pittsburg. Colby University iu Maine, has open¬ 
ed Its doors to them. There 1* a young lady 
student in the Chiu Agricultural College. A 
lady has been appointed superintendent and 
teacher of music of the public schools «f West 
Itoxbury, Massachusetts, and lust but uot by 
any means least of the evidences of woman's 
o iword march to au active participation in the 
affairs of society and the State, tho Grangers 
recognize them as an efficient atd and valuable 
uuxUUrv to their labors lu carrying out for 
themselves a better future. That woman will 
skun exert a mighty influence, in tha manage¬ 
ment of the nation, is now not a tpere possibil¬ 
ity, It is almost a certainty. Woman’s king¬ 
dom, iu America at least, wtil soon embrace 
more tfl.au domestic duties. 
A BRIGHT BOY GONE 
Dear Rural:- I take great, pleasure in read¬ 
ing the letter# from tbo children, and thought 
I would write a few line* about a dear pet ol 
our*. OiiAtlLJE B. 1C. was a very nice boy, twelve 
years old; very active and thoughtful for one 
of his age. lie highly prized the Rural, and 
last winter he got a club of twenty subscriber* 
for It. Through tho spring ai d summer he 
went to I bo cheese fuctory with the milk, near¬ 
ly every morning. Mis father lives near the 
Genesee Valiev Canal, and ha*-: the care of two 
locks. At tbu upper one little < uaklie kept a 
small grocery, out of which he sold candles, 
lemon* and vu«el»h|ea—such us lettuce, green 
pea*, cucumbers, ouioas, beets aud potatoes. 
One bright Monday morning in August ho had 
arranged bln little stock with great calc, to bo 
in readiness for the bouts which wero daily 
passing. Then lie wont with the milk us usual; 
stopped In tho village a low moments, Whore 
he had a smile and pleasant word for every ono. 
After going home ho ran to assist his father, 
who wa* going to empty the lower lock. Char¬ 
lie thought ho could do It Just as well. Hla 
father did not like to huvo him go alone, but 
thought he would watch him. But when ho 
did not =>oe his little boy, he run to .he lock 
and saw hU flat floating la tho water. Oh, who 
can imagine the feelings of those foud puronts 
and grandparents us they saw tno Ulcioss form 
of that dear one taken from tho water! His 
body was laid lu a beautiful casket, aud as wo 
took ono la.*t, lingering look, >ve thought of 
the vacant chair aud the many places In which 
w o hud boeu accu*tomed to see him. The pleas¬ 
ant Voice was bushed—tho many laugh is beard 
uo more. Aunt A. 
Belfast, N. Y. 
HENRY BERGH AND THE HALF-DOLLAR. 
Bovs Note This !—Don't forget to take off 
your bat when you enter tho house. Gentle¬ 
men never keep their hats on in the presence 
of ladies, and if you always take yours off when 
mamma aud the girls aro by, you will uot l ot - 
get. yourself or bo mor. IflCd when . most or 
a stranger happen to bo in t.lio parlor. Habib 
Is stronger than anything else, aud you will al¬ 
ways find that the easiest way to make sure of 
doing right on all ocouulons is to get in tho 
littbjt of doing right. Good manners cannot bo 
put on at a moment’s warning. 
©he |)u22ler. 
GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA.—No. 1. 
I am composed of 22 letters: 
My 1. 4, 21,15, 28 is a city iu Mew York. 
My S, 11,18, 7, 5 is a river iu North Carolina. 
My J, 15,11,17, 22, 2, 0 is au island of tho West- 
ern Hemisphere. 
My 8, a, lu, 21, 15, w, 15, 22 Is a lake in South 
America. 
My 12,15, 3,13,10, HI is a l iver iu Ohio. 
My 14. 21, 2,17, l), 2, 0 is a guif of Europe. 
My whole is a country iu Soutth America. 
Lilian I. Guoene. 
S 2t/~ Answer In two weeks. 
DECAPITATIONS,—No. 1. 
1. EN'Ttius, I am a river ; curtail me and I sig¬ 
nify to break ; behead ute and l have no ond; 
curtail again and 1 am a woman's nan e. 
2. Entire, I signify to make level; behead me 
aud I aoi a budge of mourning; boboatl again, 
and I am a kind of sevd; behead once more 
and I am an animal. 
52®** Answer iu two weeks. J. M. Suncs. 
In an address recently delivered before a pri¬ 
mary school in New York City, Hr. FULLER- 
Walk i:n related file following anecdote: 
“A short time since I bcani Mr. Ileury Bergh, 
the wealthy, benevolent, gentleman, who bus 
taken such a deep interest in Lhe dumb ani¬ 
mals, say that one of the earliest lessons ho 
ever received from his mother was, to be hon¬ 
est. HUe taught him in such a marked and de¬ 
cided way that, he never forgo., that lesson. A 
mere boy, walking down t he street one day, tie 
found in the gutter a bright stiver half-dollar. 
He took it to’ Ids mother, full of joy, and told 
b«r how bo oaliie into po**e*slon of so much 
money. Instead of rejoicing with 1dm, hi* 
mother looked very grave, much to the aston¬ 
ishment or the boy. Ileoould not understand 
such a proceeding. ' My boy,’ said the mother, 
' the money does uot belong to you because you 
have found it. Somebody has lost It, and we 
must go and put it back where It. cauio from.’ 
So the good woman put on her bonuot aud 
shawl, aul took the little boy Dcrgu by his 
Laud, and the two went dowu the street to the 
place whore the half-dollar’ was fouud. The 
boy put It back, profoundly Impressed with the 
Idea that bln mother was right, and that above 
all things he must bahouest. Ali through life 
that bilvor Lasf-duilar has exertud Its |ntlueue«. 
And if there Is an honest tuan lu New York to¬ 
day I suppose his name is Henry Bergh. I men¬ 
tion this little incident for tbu encourage xeut 
of all who are engaged iu teaching children in 
our cemmou schools, and who, perhaps, at 
CONCEALED VEGETABLES-No. 1. 
1. You must go home to ina to-morrow. 
2. I use noth tho robe and blanket. 
3. Who sat under the robe, Etta? 
4. Smoke the pipe as you please. 
5. Did the wheel of the car rotat e ? 
fl. From snail acorns tall oaks grow. 
7. Spell the words cab, bag, egg, mat and so. 
litf* Answer in two weeks. P. S. WVEOFF. 
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WORD-PUZZLE.—No. 5. 
My first is the Scottish name for church; 
My next may be rnaplo, beech or lurch ; 
My whole of a town in N. Y. is tho name ; 
If you can’t guess it I'm not to blai in. 
Ipsf Answer In two weeks. x. t. z. 
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SQUARE-WORD ENIGMA.—No. 5. 
My first signifies d shonorable. 
My second advanced in years. 
My third means perceived. 
My fourth, a girP4 uurno. ix n. 
I'-flT Answer In two weeks. 
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PUZZLER ANSWERS.-Oct. 23. 
Biblical Enigma No. 4. — Proverbs 13: 12. 
Hope deferred rriaketh the heart sick; but 
when a desire cotneth it Is a tree of life. 
Cuofes-Wonn Enigma No. 8,—Mouth. 
