MOV. 29 
MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER. 
■ IN NOVEMBER. 
BY Al.IQUA. 
From the trees tin' leaves have fallen. 
From the leaves the beauty fled. 
While the winds go sighing sadly 
That the goklou days are dead. 
Pansies, purple-eyed and perfect, 
Hold their life amid the frost. 
But the frailer blooms are drooping, 
All their summer vigor lost. 
Little feet go wandering sadly 
tip and down t.ho garden walks, 
Little hands In tender pity 
Prop the broken flower stalks. 
Dead the summer I Gone the beauty I 
Flowu the hrble to warmer cllmo! 
While In thought wo view the seasons 
In our lease of life and time. 
Mays that budded into beauty, 
.Tunes that blossomed, smiled and passed, 
Autumns in their golden glory 
Into dulluc&s changing fust. 
Friends that vanished with the summers, 
Friends that dropped to dreamless sleep, 
With the ever true and present 
All In tender thought we keep. 
Little ones who wandor Idly 
‘Mong the withered leave* to-day, 
May you find the fairest blossoms 
All along life's ehungpfut way, 
May your hearts still keep the sunshine 
When you reueli November gray. 
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EVERY-DAY LITE, 
BY LEAD PENCIL, ESQ, 
I WAS sitting by tho lire one of these cold 
October evenings, and thinking how rosy It 
was, and how Mrs, Haufstuino had said to mo 
with doleful fare, •• You’ll never ho rich, Es¬ 
quire Pencil; never, never, never; you don’t 
use any discretion In giving; you should only 
give through some well-organized charitable 
society, you don’t have time to look tip and 
examine Into the merits of these cases that 
apply to you. You give indiscreetly; and If 
you open your purse and heart to every one 
who cornea along with a doleful story, there’ll 
be an end of your giving some time, I assure 
you. You had better subscribe what you think 
you can afford to give to the fund of our socie¬ 
ty, and wo will look out that your money does 
some good.” 
Now 1 had a groat respect for Mrs. JJarp- 
STRIno, but I do hate rod tape. 1 have tried. 
In some severe cases, to get those charitable so¬ 
cieties to cut their red tape where I knew tho 
object was worthy and the need urgent and 
Immediate, and I never could get thorn to do 
it, and 1 long ago made up my mind that I 
wouldn’t lot my right hand neighbor know 
what my left hand did or was going to do or 
wished to <Io—but do it. 
As I said, I was looking into the (Ire, and tho 
figures and features of the poor creatures who 
had asked for brotherly kindness from mo, 
danced before my eyes, and the profound ad¬ 
vice of Mrs. Haupsthino, who had found out, 
what 1 had done in one case, came fresh Into 
my mind. \ confess to a little lmpatiei.ee us I 
remembered the coolness of her disinterested (?) 
counsel, and 1 nervously turned the evening 
paper over and began scanning it to get the 
subject out of my mind, when my eye fell on 
the following comforting paragraph credited 
to Henry Ward Beecher. It did me good to 
read it, and it may do you good, reader, even 
to re-read it, if you have soon it before. Here 
it Is: 
Never be sorry for any generous thing that 
you ever did, even if it was betrayed. Never 
be sorry that you wore magnanimous, if the 
man was mean afterwards. Never be sorry that 
you gave, it was right, Tor you to give, even if 
you were imposed upon. You cannot afford to 
keep on the safe side by being mean. You had 
better, many times in your life, for the sake of 
keeping yourself in the practice of benevo¬ 
lence, do tilings that are questionable, rather 
than judge so narrowly that you will always be 
on tho side of cold calculation. Give your 
heart some headway,and in the long run 1L will 
be safer for you. 
About the Homesteads. 
That “Working Editor out of Harness” has 
evidently touched a sensitive string in many 
human hearts by his story of his visit home. 
For instance, 1 sent a few copies of tho ItORAL 
to one of my friends, who writes; 
The papers yfcu sent me enrno to-night, and t 
thank you. “ The Working Edit ir out of Har¬ 
ness” at home. I enjoyed ever so much. J could 
just Imagine him and all tho surroundings. I 
do think, with him, that such homesteads 
should be entailed for those who liavo none 
to feed their eyes upon, as well as for the own¬ 
ers to enjoy. It must be nice to have a dome/ 
I have iiad two or I hree friends who have had 
such homes, and have visited them there. 
There was a. wide welcome to all, largc-souled, 
placid-eyed, greyish-haired parents; and the 
father would make me sit by his side or on his 
knee and stroke my hair and call It prett y, and 
sometimes peel large apples for me and then 
share the same. Somehow, these little spots 
seem the most rrMful places in all my memory 
tome, f never Imd a home!-not one that 1 
dare have halt! of. 1 can remember hi different 
houses in which I have lived with my parents, 
in seven different towns and In three different 
States. We have not an article of furniture 
that I remember as associated with my child¬ 
hood—nor one of even the second and third 
renewing. Mamma had two scarlet and white 
spreads of tier mother’s weaving, which I al¬ 
ways felt a tenderness f»r from memory; and 
now they are lining worn out in servant’s 
beds. I have scarcely a t reasure or toy of child¬ 
hood, though careful and fond of them ; after 
the other children came and begged for them 
they went. My schoolmates wore formed in 
three separate places and two different States, 
"■ r ’d I only came and went among them. | was 
not even reared among my near relatives, like 
mv cousins, and always felt a kind of an alien. 
I have no landmarks. If my mother should 
die, I would have no homo. 
Since writing the above, I see that the “ Edit¬ 
or out of Harness" has quoted from some of 
the letters received by him. Thus r give one 
more, which helps to prove that tbo love of 
homo is strong in the hearts of American wo¬ 
men at least, amt I assort that it ought to lie 
more carefully cultivated and made character¬ 
istic of Americans, as it has been and is of En¬ 
glishmen. 
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HIDDEN TREASURES. 
Many a rare Jewel lies hidden in tho earth, 
waiting for some potent hand to discover It 
and remove the rough exterior which so ob¬ 
scures the precious gem. go there are thou¬ 
sands of indiviiluals living in retirement and 
seclusion, who need only Mutt some kind friend 
should search them out ami penetrate with 
pleasant words and genial smiles the mantle of 
reserve in which they am enveloped, that the 
world may see and recognise the nobility of 
soul which they possess. Some of these may 
be tho children of toll, and consequently, have 
grown rough from its association*. But, not¬ 
withstanding the brawny arm and sun-browned 
‘■kook, the unpolished manners and faulty 
grammar, tho real diamond tuay be there still, 
and concealed though It Ik from human eyes,’ 
our heavenly Father beholds Its brilliancy and 
recognizes its worth. Another class may bo 
the victim of poverty; but even the hovel may 
contain an immortal gem which needs only the 
refining Influence of Christian love to cause It 
to shine as brightly as the richest diadem. Tho 
little ragged mendicant whoatands at our doors 
asking for bread, may possess a genius that 
would move the world if it were rightly devel¬ 
oped. I never look upon one of these unfor¬ 
tunates but what I think of the latent power 
that may bo slumbering ’nontli the rags and 
tilth, and I have longed from the depths of my 
heart to possess even a tithe of the vast sums 
which are daily squandered upon empty bau¬ 
bles, that T might relievo these “ little ones” 
whom tiie Saviour blessed, from the lot of ig¬ 
norance and want to which they were born, and 
place them under the olevnting influences of 
education and Christianity, that tho talents 
which Gun gave them might bo developed, and 
made to shino each in It* own sphere. What 
happier, nobler mission can there bo than this I 
What a field U here open to the exorcise at 
Christian effort. Neither Is It an unpromising 
one. It is well proven that those who have 
been tho world's greatest benefactors liavo 
arisen from lowly origin. Tho Almighty does 
not create in vain, neither docs lie scatter Ids 
blessings with a partial hand. I believe in tho 
law of compensation, and that whatever is 
withhold In one gift, is made up in another. 
Ah! >e who would do some! hing for the cause 
of Goo and humanity, and who would rear for 
yourselves eternal monuments, shrink not from 
this mirror of love, even though It leads you to 
liens of vice and scones of woe. Better far, 
than searching for diamonds is the labor of 
seeking, ’mid the haunts of sin und wretched¬ 
ness, those jewels or immortality, and be as¬ 
sured, that each one found and fitted for the 
Master’s kingdom here, will he reflected in 
your crown hereafter. Lillee. 
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SENSIBLE TALK TO GIRLS. 
Youtlevery day toilet is a part of your char¬ 
acter. A girl who looks like a “ fury” or a 
sloven in the morning is not to bo trusted, how¬ 
ever finely she may look in the evening. No 
matter how humble your room may be, there 
are eight things It should contain, viz.; a mir¬ 
ror, woshstand, soap, towel, hair, nail and 
tooth brushes. These are just as essential as 
your breakfast, before which you should make 
good use of thorn. Parents who fall to provide 
their children with such appliances, not only 
make a great mistake hut commit asln of omis¬ 
sion. book tidyin the morning, and after the 
dinner work is over, improve your toilet. Make 
it a rule of your daily life to “ dross up” for the 
afternoon. Your dress may, or need not bo, 
anything better than calico; but with a ribbon, 
or flower, or some bit of ornament, you can 
have an air or self-respect and satisfaction, that 
Invariably comes with being well dressed. A 
girl with fine sensibilities cannot help feeling 
embarrassed and awkward in a ragged, dirty 
dress with her hair unkempt, if a stranger or 
neighbor Hhouid come. Moreover, your self- 
respect should demand the decent apparelling 
for your body. You should make it a point to 
look as woll as you can, even if you know 
nobody will see you but yourself. 
-♦-*-*-. 
The Woman's Journal has this advice for 
girls:—Never marry a man whoso manner, or 
speech, or principle hints at the idea that lie is 
to be the “ master" of his wife. A “master,” 
who is an employer, you can quit on due notice, 
and try another-but quitting a husband, even 
for reasons that earth and heaven will justify, 
is serious and disastrous business. Marry a 
husband—not a “ muster,” 
Jailing for tlu; gouitg. 
SHALL THE BABY STAY l 
In a little brown house. 
With scarce room for a mouse, 
Came with morning's first ray, 
One remarkable day, 
(Though who told her the way 
I am sure I can’t ssy,) 
A young lady so woo 
That you scarcely could soo 
Her smalt speck of a nose ; 
And to speak of her toes, 
Though It hardly seems fair 
Since they surely were there, 
Keep them covered we must; 
We must lake them on trust. 
Now this little brown house, 
With scarce room for a mouse, 
Was quite full of small boys, 
With tholr hooks and tliclr toys, 
Their wild bustle and noise. 
“ My dear lads," quoth papa, 
" We’ve too many by far; 
Tell us what we can do 
With this damsel so now? 
Wu’vo no room for her here, 
So to me ’tU quite clear, 
Though it gives mo groat pain, 
t must hang her again 
On the tree whence she enmo, 
(Do not cry, there’s no tilamo,) 
With her white blanket round her, 
Just us Nurse Ilussull found her.” 
Said stout little Ned, 
“I’ll stay ull day In bed, 
Squeezed up nice and small, 
Very close to t-he wall.” 
Then spoke Tommy, “ I’ll go 
To the cellar below; 
I'll Just travel about, 
But not try to gut out. 
Till you’re fast asleep. 
And so quiet I’ll bo 
You’ll not dream it Is mo.” 
Then flaxon-halrcrt Will: 
“ I'll be dreadfully still; 
On iho back stairs I'll stay, 
Way off. out Of tin' way.” 
Muster Johnny the fair 
Shook his bright curly hair ; 
" Here’s it nice plauu for me, 
Dear pupa, do you sou V 
X Just tit lu so tight, 
I could stay hero ull night.” 
And a nlubu In the wall 
Held in* figure so small. 
Quoth the. father, " Woll done, 
My bravo darlings, corno on ! 
Hero's a shoulder for you, Will, 
Pray sit still, sir, sit still! 
Valiant Thomas, for thee 
A good seat on my Itnne: 
And Edward, thy brother, 
Cun perch mj tho other: 
Baby John take niy back ; 
Now, who says wo can’t pack ? 
“ So love gives ua room, 
And our birdie shall stay. 
We'll keep her, my hoys, 
TUI God takes her uway ” 
[Watchman <Sc Reflector. 
♦♦♦- 
LETTERS TO YOUNG RURALISTS.- No. 19. 
FROM COUSIN JOHNNIE. 
About Christmas, Santa Claus, Ac. 
I Well, well, my dear children, and bo Mr. 
RuiiAii has gone and told you who Cousin 
Johnnie is! And lu. w that tho mystery is 
solved, I suppose your Interest in her is con¬ 
siderably diminished; just as it was when some 
matter-of-fact person felt it a duty to tell you 
who Bantu Claus was. You liked to think about 
him, didn't you, ns a real person, jolly and fat, 
who always had something In waiting for the 
stockings of pood hoys and girls al. Christmas? 
flow hard you tried to be among that number, 
IobI. you should flrnl a whip there on that bless¬ 
ed morning l You knew the names of ail tils 
reindeers, didn’t you? And you used to liu 
awake, on Christmas Eve, trying to hoar the 
patter of their little hoofs on the roof, and tho 
tinkling of the sleigh-bells. 
When I was a little girl, I considered myself 
favored above most children, because l had 
once actually soon the veritable Santa Claus! 
Jt happened tli ur : Wo were all Invited tospend 
the evening at a large boarding house In New 
Vork where my mini, resided. There were a 
great many children in tho house, ami after we 
had enjoyed ourselves together awhile the fold¬ 
ing doors wore thrown open and the largest, 
most magnificent Christmas Tree I have ever 
behold was displayed to our view. While we 
stood gazing at It, breathless with delight, a 
startling noise was heard (which I afterwards 
learned, though not for many years, was a gong), 
and a fat, little old fellow, with a long beard 
and a very red nose, came running in, In great 
haste, dragging behind him a sled full of play¬ 
things. He couldn’t stay long, lie said ; he had 
so many stockings to fill, all over the world, 
that ho had Just 1 imn to distribute the presents 
that were on the tree, and he must be off. We 
wanted to know where tho reindeers were, but 
be said hit had left them on the roof he could 
not got them down the chimney ! O, the quan¬ 
tities of beautiful presents ho took down for 
us! Wax dolls, with red cheeks and curly hair, 
bureaus big enough to keep all their clothes in, 
washstands, with real basins and pitchers, tea- 
sets, picture books, horns of plenty, &o., &c. I 
was but a wee mite, between four and live years 
old, hut I can remember to this day tho mingled 
fooling of awo, affeotion and respect I felt for 
tho old fellow. Most of tho children wore afraid 
of him and drew back ; but. I got as near ns port¬ 
s' bio to him, and picked up a plaything which 
had tumbled off of hi* sled and gave It to him. 
And when lie noticed me, and spoke to me, l 
felt as pro nil ns a queen. Two or three years 
later, when some of the school-girls had been 
bereft of their fuilti in the good old soul, by 
our conscientious teacher, and were talking it 
over together, 1 Informed them, with a con¬ 
fidence that all the school teachers in the world 
could not. have shaken, that " there was a Santa 
Claus, for I had seen him !" 
One tiling that Mr. Rurai/s revelation of my 
name has brought to light is tho existence of a 
distant cousin of my name, away off in New 
Hampshire. He says our common ancestor was 
Adam he Baktolot (as tho name was then 
spelled), who came over to England from 
France with William tho Conqueror, in 100(5, 
and the family can he traced down through all 
tlieso eight hundred years! Who knows hut. 
after all 1 muy bo a “/cur" cousin to some of 
tin; young Uuralistr., and not merely a “ uiako 
believe” Cousin Johnnie? If there are any of 
my name among them, I shall be glad to hear 
from them. 
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LETTER TO BOYS AND GIRLS. No. 2. 
BY CORA CUKSWKLL. 
I am going to ask you, young folks, if any of 
you ever have kept a diary, or a Journal of pass¬ 
ing events connected with yourself or your 
family affairs? You would find it, very useful. 
1 Liavo doue so for seventeen years, and never 
missed a dny—which Tact shown a methodical 
mind, at least. And It is a good thing to culti¬ 
vate a methodical mind, let me tell you. The 
practice of keeping a journal has been of grsut 
service to me, as it would bo to you. Got a 
printed diary with blank leaves, and under tho 
days of the week write whatever happens to 
you during the day, what tho weather may be; 
also, any important public event; and again, if 
you have mom, put down your good and bad 
actions which will be apt to keep you In good 
behavior, for.ir you are truthful and omit noth¬ 
ing, you will fuel ashamed of your wrong doings 
and strive to do better, when you see them 
every day lu black and white. And then, as to 
tho weather and passing events, you will find it 
very interesting to refer to these entries in after 
days nr years, and perhaps many of them may 
be of great Importance to you, should you wish 
t o recall tho date of some event, in your family, 
In another part, of this blank book or diary yon 
will find a cash account whore you cun enter 
all your expenditures that Is, the money you 
spend every day, ami also what you may receive 
from yuur parents or friends. At the end of 
every month you can add them up, and you will 
thus know at the end of the year whether you 
liavo been economical or extravagant. Now, I 
want you tn ask your parents or friends ir ibis 
would not be a very good plan for you to carry 
out? Suppose you ask thorn to procure you the 
blank books, and commence, say, next week; 
or should you prefer It, begin on the first day of 
the New Year, 1874. 
te jjpuzalcr. 
CONCEALED FRUIT,-No. 1. 
1. TUB guns arc straight nr range in line. 
2 . is tho pipe a chosen tiling? 
!i. He made his appearance. 
4, This is sap 1 ii rubor. 
5. is Jerusalem on a hill? 
0. Is maple tup plenty? 
7. The cross cur ran towards a indy. 
83Y” Answer in two weeks. P. S. Wykofe. 
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CHARADE.-No. 1. 
Mv first is seen in summer hours, 
rift oftrri railed tho of Howcth. 
My second is seen in early spring 
When first the birds begin sing. 
When skys are blue my whole is soon ; 
I is (air enough to dealt a queen. 
Li i.i,I an I. Greene. 
Answer In two weeks. 
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ANAGRAM. No. 2. 
I. I am ill, W-. 
3. Man be jin. 
3. He in a cart. 
4. Au hat on J 
« 5. A male Ned G- 
G. War Ned. 
IW' Answer in two weeks. 
J. m. s. 
TRANSPOSITIONS. No. 2. 
Sit [Noiscoooen’s] thigstols cushtoe tinlam 
saupe, 
Abred esnid tepensers, 
Dan Holurel ely peek sit slaw 
Ginrunca seequenconao. Fourteen. 
»Y/ Answer in two weeks. 
PUZZLER ANSWERS.-Nov. 15. 
Poetical Enigma No. J.— 
Music, when soft voices die, 
Vibrates iri the memory ; 
Odours, when sweet violets sicken, 
Live within tho seriso they quicken. 
[Shelly.—Poerm written in 1821, To 
Problem No. 12. — 
) 36.18345 rods. 
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