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MOORE'S RURAL MEW- YORKER. 
MAY *S 
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Slowly the old cover turned on it* rusty hIntros 
ami revealed first, a mysterious brown parcel, 
then a red-something, and finally a law, 
whit© box, carefully tied with faded blue rib¬ 
bon. Katk pounced on the bundle and drew 
It. forth with oare. Behold 1 a soft, white towel, 
whlrib, yielding Its fastenings to the Inquisitive 
fingers, disclosed n white silk dress, trimmed 
with laoe, yellow with age. 
“ Ah, Aunt BtcfiBXB’f) I” sighed Madge as she 
shook It out and turned It round to exhibit It. 
“ Aunt Bessie's?” queried Kate. 
“Yes," replied Madge, “she was to have 
been uncle 0 ®OROe’ 8 wife, but she died on the 
eve of her bridal. We call her ‘ aunt,’though 
she was no relation to us, for she seemed ours. 
Poor uncle George has never been the same 
man since, papa say* !" 
Gently refolding the dress, Madge replaced 
It tenderly, In memory of the young girl who 
had made It with so many bright plans and Joy¬ 
ous thoughts, only to be frustrated by the Di¬ 
vine Provident 1 .© ruling over all. 
The mysterious red parcel was next opened, 
and proved to be snowy laces and fine embroi¬ 
deries—pieces of rare handiwork and gifts of 
Old friends to the brlde-oloct. The grave look 
deepened on Madgk’ 3 pretty faoe. and was re¬ 
flected In the depths of Kate’s bright black 
eyes: and when, on looking Into the box, they 
discovered the bridal veil and wreath, with the 
little whit© slippers never worn, Madge bent 
her head and tho blinding tears fell swiftly on 
tbo trousseau us she laid It all back, and shut¬ 
ting down the cover, hid from sight the sad 
mementoes. 
“Come, Kate!" she exclaimed, after a few 
moments’ silence, " I am deeper In the blues 
than over! Let’s see what this odd-shaped sea- 
chest contains." 
They were soon seated before It, and with 
much exertion managed to lift the lid. 
“This Is Uncle James’,” said Madge, who 
soon recovered her wonted vivacity of maimer. 
“ He Is going to send for It as soon as they arc 
settled In their new home, so we must make 
the most of our time." 
Thus speaking, she plunged int o the topmost 
tray and drew forth Its numerous conteuts one 
by one, bo as to prolong their enjoyment, ft 
would take a small sized volume to enumerate 
here the myriads of possessions incased in this 
same chest. "Uncle James," or Mr. James 
Carpenter, captain for twelve years of the 
vessel Helfttlo, had visited aud resided in for¬ 
eign climes, and In his travels had managed to 
gather together as promiscuous and valuable a 
collection us one rarely sees. Silks from japan, 
laces from Brussels, coins from Tartary, little 
marble and wooden idols from the Chinese 
pagodas, Bhells and dried sea-weed—In short, i 
JittlO of everything that a lover of the curious 
would be ajitto collect. 
The luncheon bell called the girls away at 
this point in their proceeding, and Madge's 
bright eyes aud flushed cheeks caused her 
aunt, tu feel well satisfied with her prescrip¬ 
tion. As soon as luncheon was over they re¬ 
newed their search with unabated vigor, drag¬ 
ging with them reluctant Aunt LuOY to assist 
iu further discoveries. 
“Oh, hero! here l" cried Kate, in an oostaey 
of excitement, as she was rumagiug iu one 
corner of the attic. '‘Grandmother Staun¬ 
ton's wardrobe, as I live 1" 
Madge rushed eagerly to help her, and to¬ 
gether they extricated tho trunk from Its sur- 
roundlug rubbish, Silence ensued for nearly a 
half hour, save for the rustling of silk and the 
subdued, “flush, do keep quiet," “Perfectly 
killiug!” and such llko exclamations which 
burst from Maduk’S irrepressible lips. Then, 
with a final, “ Never in my life I" she vaulted 
lightly over the pile of things accumulated 
arouud her, and presented herself to the aston¬ 
ished gaze of her aunt, who had withdrawn into 
one of the w indow recesses and was reading as 
old Journal found t here. 
My pen falls to portray to you Madge's ex¬ 
act appearance. Grandmother's old gray silk 
reached scarcely to her shoe tops, the bell 
coming underneath her arm-pits; while an old 
black silk apron, extending to the hem of her 
dross, nearly enveloped her. A white cup, 
posed on the top of her head, took a coquettish 
twist which no venerable grandmother ever 
Invented. Open-worked stockings, and low- 
heeled Oxford tics, black silk mitts, with a 
stocking set on knitting needles in her hand, 
and the tall in her pocket, with liair demurely 
plastered down on both sides of her face, could 
this be “our Madge?” 
Mincing up to her aunt and adjusting the 
spectacles more firmly on her nose, she said, 
with quavering voice, “ llow does thee find 
thyself to-day, Letitia ?" 
The elfect wai irresistible. 
Descending tho staircase, Madge walked se¬ 
dately into the library where the family were 
assembled, aud entertained them an hour and 
more with her droll Imitations. (Know, dear 
reader, that Grandmot her Staunton was Mr. 
Burton's great-great grandmother.) 
Madge mounted to the garret and carefully 
stored away all tho old treasures with which 
she had amused herself. As they gathered 
around the bright tea-table, Madge, casting a 
grateful look on her Aunt LUCY, said, “ In both 
Kate's name und mine, amity, let mo thank 
you for one of the happiest days ever spent. 
If you will writ© a story entitled ‘ Caro for the 
Blues,” I will sign my name with great pleas¬ 
ure, provided the roelpo Is A Rainy Day in a 
Garret,' 
jLltcrani 'SSlorhl 
NEW PUBLICATIONS. 
[All hooks announced In this Department can he 
procured at the Rural New-Yokkkh Office.] 
Chapters on Animals. — By Philip GILBERT 
It a miuiton. Ui5mo.-pp.2MO BoBton i Huberts 
Brothers. 
There is a great charm about, this book. 
With no unreasoning admiration, but a judg¬ 
ment that discovers faults as well ns excel¬ 
lences, the author virltes of animals as if he 
loved them, and apparently discovers and ana¬ 
lyzes their habits, emotions and thoughts with 
keen discrimination. Consequently, he has seen 
much that most of us do not see, and describes 
It in clear, piquant English. The publishers 
also have issued the book iu good style; every¬ 
thing about It in enjoyable except the illustra¬ 
tions, which might have been bolder aud dearer 
with advantage. As a specimen of the style and 
spirit of the book we extract a scrap about 
OLD AGE IN DOGS. 
But however healthy and happy a dog may 
be, thoro comes a time at lost when the glad¬ 
ness fades out of his life. 1 see with sorrow 
that my poor old Tom feels obliged to decline 
to follow me '.im when I go out on horseback. 
This la one of tbe first symptoms of old age, 
and lie doc- not hear so w nil or see bo well as 
formerly. HI ill, on a bright morning, w hen wo 
go out in t lie woods together, he is quite him¬ 
self again, apparently, and the old activity re. 
vivos. It is tbat last renewal of summer which 
precedes 1 ho frosts of aut umn, -that after-glow 
In the western sky which is so swiftly followed 
by the leaden grays of night. Otic of my nelgh- 
bors has an old dog that cun neither bear nor 
see, and passe* t he dark, silent days In an arm¬ 
chair which has been given to him forthoemn- 
fortof his age. One sound is audible by hint 
still, and one only—a little shrill silver whistle 
that ho has obeyed from puppyhood HU now. 
It Is one or the most pal belle sights 1 ever wit¬ 
nessed, when the master comes und sounds the 
piercing call. The inert tiling In the arm-chair 
becomes galvanized with sudden life, tumbles 
down upon the floor, crawls toward the sound, 
finds tho beloved baud, and lJcka It. They pass 
whole evening© together ©till, that gentle mas¬ 
ter and his poor old friend. And still In that 
dark decrepitude beats the heart of inextin¬ 
guishable love. __ 
Pntron* of ilushamlry Hand-Book.—We have 
received front the Grange Pcbleshinq Co. of 
433 Broome fit., New Yotk, advance sheets of a 
work entitled “The Grange Illustrated, or Pa¬ 
trons’ Hand-Book, devoted to the lutereatu of 
Patrons of Husbandry : by L. V. Brocket!, M. 
])., Agricultural Editor of Appleton's Annual 
Cyclopedia, author of * Men of Our Day,' * Dis¬ 
eases of Animals,' etc., and JOHN G. W ells, au¬ 
thor of ‘Wells' Every Man His Own Lawyer,’ 
‘Illustrated National Hand-Book,’ etc.—with 
the approval of WM. Saunders, Chairman, of 
Executive Committee National Grange, and T. 
A. Thompson, National Lecturer.” This work 
is designed to be complete and comprehensive, 
embracing the origin anti history of tho Order 
and nil necessary Information relative to Na¬ 
tional, State and Subordinate G ranges—Includ¬ 
ing constitutions, by-laws, rules of order und 
regulations, declaration of alms und purposes, 
etc., etc. Judging front the contents of the 
specimen sheets before ns this work will prove 
invaluablo to Hie tubers of the Order und all 
others desiring specific Information concerning 
it and Its objects. With tho approval of high 
officials of tho Order, the Hand-Book will be 
the authority pertaining thereto, and conse¬ 
quently become a standard and popular work 
throughout the country. 
Fettered for Life t or Lord and Master.—By I.tL- 
lie 1>kvekeua Blake. Now York : Sheldon & 
Co. 
The author of this story Is an advocate of 
Woman's Suffrage, and Interwoven In the story 
are fact.-* Illustrative of Its necessity and argu¬ 
ments In favor of its policy. W© do not oppose 
Woman's Suffrage, hence do not,, as some may, 
regard this an objection to the book. This 
story la very well told. The pictures It vividly 
presents of New York City life are not exagger¬ 
ated. It is doubtful If every journalist of ex¬ 
perience here has not witnessed their counter¬ 
parts. We wish every country girl could read 
this story of a country girl’s experiences in try¬ 
ing to earn a living here. Sfou would hesitate 
before leaving the quiet and security ol home 
for such a life. Mothers and fathers may profit 
by reading it, for there are fow, we fear, whose 
experiences, habits and liven, in some respects, 
are not mirrored here. We regard ft a whole¬ 
some story, as well a- an exceedingly interest¬ 
ing and truthful one. Our own observations 
and experiences confirm most of the pictures 
of life presented. 
The Circuit Hitler.—By Kdwabd Eggleston. 
New Vork : J. B. Ford A Co. 
The author has chosen stirring timos for his 
story, and has treated it in a vigorous mauntr. 
Methodism during the days of the early settle¬ 
ment or the Great West would form a striking 
contrast with that of the present day. The 
fact, as announced iu t he preface, that “ what¬ 
ever is incredible in this story is true," will 
lend to It additional interest for all those who 
care for the history of the .Methodist Church 
und Its struggles to t he present dav. Taken as 
a whole, the book Is a strong one, and eom- 
mouds Itself favorably to a large class ol readers. 
John Andi-oss. — By Mrs. Rerecoa Harding 
DAVIS. New Vork: Orungo Judd Company. 
After the recent trials and convictions of 
the ring thieves lu New York City, which nat¬ 
urally produced a general self-examination In 
other large cities, a work like this must be of 
interest to all. The portrayal of an official, 
whose acts are fettered by his complicity in 
the corruptions of a great and powerful politi¬ 
cal ring, U timely and seasonable. While the 
book Is not a strong one, It will be Interesting 
to many. Its publishers have not been as suc¬ 
cessful in Its make-up as they have In many 
other instances. 
The Science of Advertising.—fhlladelphla : N. 
W. Ayer S, Son. 
This handsomely gotten up manual for ad 
vertlsors, issued by one of tho large agencies, 
contains advice which can be of great benefit 
to those who design to advertise their business 
In any way. 1 1 also contains some very attract¬ 
ive lists of advertising mediums, well grouped 
and clearly arranged. 
Oroouet.—By Prof. A. Rover. Springfield, Mass.: 
Milton Bradley A Co, 
Croquet has grown so popular within the 
last few years that a book, such as this, con¬ 
taining its “ principles and rules," has become 
almost a necessity for reference in nearly 
every rural household. Tho game deserves all 
Its popularity, and should be played every¬ 
where. Healthful out-door©XercisC,combined 
with moderate and pleasurable excitement. Is 
just what we Americans need. Croquet sup¬ 
plies both of these, and Is at the game time 
within the means of nearly all. 
Love nml Liberty. - By Alexander Dumas. 
(liimo.—pp. t.72.1 Philadelphia : T. B, Petorson & 
Bro. 
An account of tho French Revolution of 1792, 
very diffuse and dramatic, hut withal,—when 
one has gotten used to his coups tie theater, and 
has read hotter books on tho subject,—rather 
tlreaome. The author can invent a story full 
of pretty Intrigues, and do It well; but the sub¬ 
lime madness of the French, at tho period de¬ 
scribed In tho book, seems to be uncongenial 
to hlB style-tho coarse grandeur of the facts 
seems to be frittered away in his spasmodic, 
one-line paragraphs. 
New Music.—Wo have received from WM. A. 
Pond & Co., fit? Broadway, New York “That's 
my Secret, by Frank Colburn. " Oft In the 
Stilly Night," quartette, arranged by J. TL 
Thomas. “ So Old and yet so Now,” ballad, by 
H. Millamd. " The Wreck,” song, by J. Ricu- 
lnoton Fairlamb. " Watting," song, by H. 
Millard. " O, Hear our Prayer,” sacred quar¬ 
tette, by J. N. Pattison. 
-- 
WHY SHE REFUSED. 
YOU say you went to a party last night, and 
you saw Mrs. Smith, an old friend, whom you 
had not seen since site and your sister wore at 
school togother. You had a very pleasant talk 
until supper, then you gave her your arm and 
took her to supper. When some one came 
along with a fow glasses of wine on a waiter, 
and offered her a glass, you saw her shudder, us 
she said, " No !" and you wondered why Mrs. 
Smith, who didn't use to bo particular about 
such things, not only refused, but shuddered 
when she said, “ No 1" You cannot tell why ? 
f can toll you why. You went on with your 
talk, and had a little renewed flirtation, did 
you? 1 won't say you didn't. Site was very 
gay, and seemed very glad to forget herself, 
did she? Very well! I aiu glad you gave her 
that hour of tho evening. I can tell you where 
she wont after the party was over. She went 
homo—the latest onu from the parly. She was 
glad it waa late, for her husband hud not come 
home. She sat and read for an hour, and her 
husband did not come. She wrote for an hour 
and he did not come. She sat at the piano an 
hour, but he did not come. At length, between 
three und four o'clock, there wasa noise at the 
door. She went to the door, and two policemen 
hold him In their arms. She knows them both 
well by this time. It happens so often that 
she kuows every policeman on the beat. They 
bade her good night. Sho brought him in. She 
had locked her child's room that he might not 
abuse him. She took tbe abuse as he lluug 
himself upon tbe bod. She dragged off his 
neckcloth and coat, and sat there until he 
should fall into his stupid sleep. She was tho 
woman who refused a glass of wine with a 
shudder. You do not know the story. You 
thought she was so gay and bright. I know 
her story, beoause I am her minister. They 
have a sort of skeleton in the closet., which we 
ore permitted to see, and you are not.. And 
when we see that skeleton, do you wonder 
that we sometimes say sharp things about mod¬ 
erate drinking and tho temptations offered at 
parties V—UtT, E. E. Llale. 
- ♦♦♦ - 
Get a home.— Rich or poor, get a home and 
learn to love that home, and make it happy to 
wife aud children by your presence. Learn to 
love simple pleasures, flowers of God's own 
painting, and music of his own, the birds, wind, 
and waterfall—so shull you help to stein the 
tide of desolation, poverty and despair, that 
comes upon so many through scorn of little 
things. Oh, the charm of a little home! Com¬ 
forts dwell there that shun the gilded balls 
of society. Live humbly In your little house, 
and look to God for u grander one. 
--*•-*-*- 
The suit of armor given by Charles VIII, to 
Joan of Arc, which she deposited at St. Denis, 
after being wounded under tho walls of Paris, 
has just been placed In the Museum dea Inva- 
lides at ParlB. 
Reading. 
UNENDING. 
There Is an end to ltisscs and to sighs. 
There Is on end to laughter and to tears; 
An end to fair tilings that delight our eyes, 
An end to pleasant, sounds that charm our ears; 
An end to enmity's foul libeling. 
And to the gracious praise of tender friends; 
There Is On end to all but one sweet thing — 
To love there Is no end. 
That warrior earvod an empire with his sword— 
The etnptre now is but like him—a name; 
That statesman rpoke, and a burning word 
Kindled a nation’s heart Into a (tamo; 
Now naught Is left but ashes, and we bring 
Our homage to new men, to them we bend , 
There Is an end to all but one sweet thing— 
To love there la no end. 
All bonuty fades away, or else, alas f 
Men’s eyes grow dim and they no beauty see; 
The glorious shows c-f nature pass and purs, 
Quickly they come, as quickly do they flee; 
And he who hears the voice of welcoming. 
Hears next the slow, sad furc.woll of his friend ; 
There is an end to all bnt one sweet thing— 
To love there ts no end. 
And for ourselves—onr father, where is he r 
Gone, and a memory alone remains; 
There ts no refuge on a mother’s knee 
For us, brown, old and sad with oares and pains; 
Hrot herless, Bister! oss, our way we wend 
To death's dark house, from which we shall not 
rove, 
And bo we cease; yet one thing hnth no end— 
'there Is no end to love. 
-»♦» - 
“I KNOW THAT MY REDEEMER LIV- 
ETH !”—Job six, 25. 
TnnRK is aoinethtng wondrous in the position 
of thla text. There are three things that are 
surprising: 
First—it is In the very heart of tbo old Testa¬ 
ment, and in that strangest of books, Job; a 
book that has been called a treatise of philoso¬ 
phy; a book antedating Moses and the prophets, 
yet full or sublime and spiritual philosophy, 
and prophetic Inspiration, Job says with the 
energy of n profound conviction and the Joy of 
assurance—" 1 know that my Redeemer Uveth.” 
Becond—The words are the utterances of a 
man In the* depths of affliction; tils heart is 
prostrate; his spirit Is broken ; ho has bad an 
abiding faith In tho rectitude of Ills own Inten¬ 
tion and conduct.; ho had not doubted the 
omnipotence of personal Integrity; and yet, 
everything seems to go against him. In tho 
midst of the chaotic confusion und disturbance 
ills soul cries out from tho depths of his own 
consciousness;—“ I know that my Redeemer 
Uveth." 
Third—In tho full prospeot of death; lu the 
doubts and misgiving of this mortal life; In the 
mysteries that enfold both life and death wo 
bear him exclaim “ I know that my Redeemer 
llvoth." 
We proceed to note three prominent points 
Involved In the text, viz.:—The assertion “ Re¬ 
deemer ilvetli." as implying Faith. 
“ My Redeemer llveth,“ as implying Hope. 
“ 1 know that my Redeemer llvoth," as imply¬ 
ing Assurance. 
These throe steps must be followed. In duo 
order to sequence, to their culmination, if wo 
would attain the fallout and grandest results. 
Tho first sums up the entire faith of God and 
Revelation. It la all comprised In one single 
look of Jesus Christ upon this fallen world. 
Jesua Christ t the same yesterday, to-day, and 
forever. To say *• Redeemer llveth" Is to estab¬ 
lish u. full and effectual faith. Not a Saviour 
that has lived and lives no more; not something 
that waa done on the cross, and has lost its 
power; but u Vital, living, present Redeemer. 
He was delivered lor our offences und raised 
again for our Justification. The work of re¬ 
demption is now going on. It was done that 
He might, bring us to God. ne Is our Prophet, 
I’rlest, and King. “He lives! the great Re¬ 
deemer lives!” He Is living to come again. He 
j could be no Redeemer whose record was of the 
past alone. Ho must be a living, present Re¬ 
deemer. Not because I died alone—says tho 
Lord of glory, but because I live ye shall live 
also. Yea! "I know that my Redeemer livcth!” 
"My Redeemer!”—this Is Hope. Jesus dis¬ 
closes llimself to His followers in different 
ways. To each individual Ho comes Individu¬ 
ally. To angels Ho comes In one way, to human 
oelngs In another. To mature manhood He 
appeals lu oue way, to little children He ad¬ 
dresses Himself In another. To the prophets 
of old He came, but uot as to U3 His disciples. 
T > Hla disciples Ho came but not as to us of to¬ 
day. But lie is not far’ from every one of us. 
He is our Deliverer, and we may know Him by 
personal experience, A personal sense of need 
will bring a personal sense of a Redeemer, Oh! 
Redeemer of men, redeem me now? I know 
Thy power, let St be made manifest to me, and 
through me, and by me! “ I know,” yea, I do 
know “ th at my Redeemer Uveth," and this is 
Hope.”—Dr. Carpenter, in the Occident, 
-♦ 
A contemplative like has more tho appear¬ 
ance of a life of piety than any otherbut it Is 
the divine plan to bring faith Into activity and 
exercise. We choose that sort of walk which 
we like best; if we love quiet, we are for seden¬ 
tary piety; but the design of Ood Is to root us 
out of everything, and bring ue into more useful 
stations, 
