JUNE 8 
MOOBE’S BUBAL NEW-YORKER 
Jfeitys’ portfolio 
THE OLD, OLD STOKY. 
I bade him good-by. 
With h laughing eye, 
In a careless, girlish way; 
Hut 1 turned aside 
In lime to hide 
The tear that was bound to stray. 
“ Mere play," do you say ? Not at all. Only 
one who sees the work going on can fully esti¬ 
mate its value. Expression is carefully taught. 
Moral training is given as if cannot he given in 
ordinary schools. Pupils acquire a vest for 
study, and with their habits of observation, ap¬ 
plication, and retention, they distance their 
less fortunate companions without special 
effort. Lovers of pure, happy, healthy child¬ 
hood, hail this good work, and could it he 
made universal, what groat things might wo 
not expect. Pen Dennis. 
Yes, t brushed It off 
With a joyous la ugh; 
It hud fallen by him nuseen : 
Yet he could not but know, 
litre he turned to go, 
Wlial a foolish girl 1 bad been. 
He could nnt but. know 
Why l trembled so 
’Neath the glance of his dark-blue eye ; 
Hut hack to my heart. 
From whence it would start, 
I repressed the rebel sigh. 
I hurried along 
Through a motley throng : 
But my eyes with tears were dim ; 
And my he irt was sore— 
It would limit no more 
With the hope I was dear to him. 
For Ills words were cold, 
Ami his parting told • 
Me the warm love-throbs to st ill; 
But my passion wild, 
take a wayward child, 
Would not yield to Reas in's will. 
I had loved him long, 
’Chough i knew 'twas wrong, 
For he gave me no look or word ; 
Yet, pasting me by 
Willi a eartdess eye. 
The chords or my heart were stirred. 
I’ve seen him smile 
Ou the lovely, while 
He has sometimes frowned on me; 
Yet Uls name and face 
I can ne'er erase 
From the nooks of my memory. 
I will keep them there, 
And oft in prayer 
His dear name Fll waft above; 
And tin- angels alone, 
When the night-winds moan. 
Will hear of my hopeless love. 
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THE KINDERGARTEN, 
Some one in a recent letter to the TUjkai., 
in asking for former correspondents, men¬ 
tioned the name of Venn Dennis. -“Wlmt 
has become Ol him." We cannot always lie 
young, my dear Indy. As time goes on, new 
duties arise; new plans usurp the places of the 
old; new pleasures lure us from our wonted 
ways. Hut P. D. finds himself unchanged in 
many things, lie hopes that ids han't is as 
young as ever, and lie b no leaf) interested in 
ull that tends to promote the well being phys¬ 
ical, mental, and moral of the rising genera¬ 
tion. In laboring for them he let . spent many 
years of Ills life. Success in his efforts has been 
one of his purest delights. Throughout ids 
long experience, lie has lioeti led to reflect 
witli regret upon the primary instruction of 
his little friends. To him, the Kindergarten 
idea commends itself from the llrst, and lie 
baa watched the slowly-spreading leaven with 
no ordinary interest. 
Our Rural has hud nothing to say of the 
“new education," If we except the pleasing 
mention Miss WAOKlt made of a Vienna Kinder¬ 
garten; ami so, for the information of those 
who may lie Inquiring, P. D. “rises to explain” 
—not as a mere theorist, let it Ire understood, 
but as one who lias been intimately acquainted 
with the management of tiiree different Gar- 
ens in three different States. 
Kinderyaten means, literally, children’s gar¬ 
den, and the significance of the name is seen Jn 
the fact that every child is t reated as a skillful 
gardener might treat Ida pets; t here are not so 
many classes, but so many individuals, with in¬ 
dividual characters and necessities. 
Fkiedeiucii Fhokbkl, at one time a pupil 
of Pestalozzi, evolved a system of training 
the youngest pupils, harmoniously develop¬ 
ing thereby the febree-fold nature of the child. 
For nearly ilfteen years the American followers 
of iiis beautiful teachings have been quietly 
and patiently sowing the good seed, overcom¬ 
ing prejudice, battling against Ignorance, and 
slowly but surely gaining success. A lew of 
its aims show best what it is. it. is to follow 
tlie purely home life of the child, coming be¬ 
tween the nursery and books, and four years of 
age is the only qualification needed. At that, 
age most children develop strong social in- 
Btincts, and are apt to become selfish and over¬ 
bearing at home. Instead of books, the little 
ones have a great variety of material to work 
with—such as balls, solids and planes of differ¬ 
ent kinds, slats, rings, paper, weaving and cut¬ 
ting and modeling. Instead of seeking to re¬ 
press a Child's activity, it is directed In a proper 
channel, and made tho medium of instruction. 
It trains the eye to inform tho brain, and gives 
it very early a power of elose observation, while 
at the same time the hand is trained. To know 
and to do is a Joy to all children, and if we do 
not find some work for the idle hands, Satan 
surely will. A love of beauty is carefully ma¬ 
tured, and made a source of happiness; har¬ 
monies of color and symmetrical forms are 
constantly taught, arid In a way never to be 
forgotten. 
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WHAT IT IS TO BE A WIDOW. 
“I think it must be a jolly thing to ho a 
young widow I ” I hoard thin remark the other 
day, in a group of laughing girls. I t hink I re¬ 
member saying such a thing myself in my girl¬ 
ish times. Do you know, girls, what if Is to be 
a widow? It is to bo ton times more open to 
comment and criticism than any demoiselle 
possibly could be. It is to have men gaze ns 
you pass, llrst al. your black dress and then at 
your widow’s cap, until your sensitive nerves 
quiver under the lilllieilon. It. is to have one 
dl-natnrod person say, “ 1 wonder how longshe 
will wait before she marries again?’’ and 
another answers, “Until site gels a good 
chance, I suppose.” It is now and then to 
meet the glance of real sympathy, generally 
from tho poorest and most humble woman 
you meet, ami feel your eyes till at the token, 
so rare, that is, so unlooked for. It la to have 
your dear fashionable friends console you 
after thfl^fol lowing fashion: “Oh, well! Ills 
a dreadful loss. We know how you feel it, 
dear.” And in tho next breath, “ You will he 
sure to marry again, and your widow’s cap 
Is very becoming to you.” But it is more than 
tills to be a widow. It. is to miss the strong 
arm you have leaned upon, the true faith 
which you knew could never fail you, though 
all the world might, forsake you. It Is to miss 
the dear voice that uttered your name with 
tenderness that, none other could give it. It 
is to hear no more the well-known footsteps 
that you flow gladly once to meet. Tosco no 
more the face that to your adoring eyes sOCUSOd 
as the fane of the angels of tlod; to feel no 
more the twining arms that, folded you so 
lovingly; tlm dear eyes, that looking into 
your own, said plainly whatever it seemed 
to others, yours was (lie fairest face earth 
held for him. It, is to light with a mighty 
sorrow as a man tights with the waves that 
overwhelm him, and to hold it at arm's 
length for awhile, only l,o have in the hours 
of loneliness and weakness—the storm roll over 
you, while— poor storm driven dove—you see 
no heaven. • 
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THE PRESIDENTS DAUGHTER. 
One thing In connection with the marriage 
the other day, of Miss Nellie Grant, is worthy 
of remark. The wedding outfit, tho elaborate 
gifts of silverware and Jewelry, and oven a 
handsome and unique set of china-ware, were 
of American manufacture; and we have aeon 
no intimation that any ol' these articles were 
at all Inferior to tho Importations which so 
many wealthy citizens seem to consider indis- 
peiisalde on like occasions. It is to bo hoped 
that this creditable example will not be with¬ 
out effect. Before leaving this subject, we may 
acknowledge a sense of satisfaction that this 
fair and favored lady who might have “as¬ 
pired” to the hand of a Baron, Count, or other 
such creature, Wiis content to wed a plain un¬ 
titled gentleman; not that we arc prejudiced 
in tlds matter, for wo believe that a man witli 
a title is as good as he that lias none, other 
tilings being equal. 
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LEFT HIS BED AND BOARD. 
This is the somewhat spicy stylo iu which 
Mrs. Smith advertises her husband: 
“Lost, strayed or stolen! Ait individual 
whom 1, iu an urgent moment of loneliness, 
was thoughtless enough to adopt as my hus¬ 
band. He la a good looking and feeble indi¬ 
vidual, not knowing enough, however, to come 
in when it rains, unless some good looking girl 
offers him the shelter of her umbrella. An¬ 
swers to the name of Jim. Was last seen in 
company with Julia Harris, walking with Ids 
arm around her waist, up the plank road, look¬ 
ing more like a fool, if possible, than ever. 
Anybody who will catch the poor fellow and 
bring him carefully back, bo that I can chastise 
hin. for running away, will bo Invited to stay 
to tea by “Kate 10. Smith.” 
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A GOOD citizen must know liow to bo able to 
command and to obey; lie ought also to know 
in what manner freemen ought to govern and 
to be governed.— Aristotle. 
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Who can doubt that anything which makes a 
man discontented with his state, without giv¬ 
ing liJrn the certainty of a better, is a curse.— 
Q. P. R. Juntas. 
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It Is one of the most beautiful compensations 
of this life, that no man can sincerely try to 
help another without helping himself. 
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The true epic of our times is, not arms and 
the man, but tools and the man—an infinitely 
wider kind of epic. — Carlyle. 
Hiding for tty §omtg. 
A CRITICISM IN RHYME. 
Either Neither. 
Have yon seen a dictionary, 
Of tills new vocabulary, 
Which pronounces I'd her i-ther, 
Amt pronounces NritMe ny-ther l 
l)o not call It affectation. 
Shoddy show pronunciation; 
It. upsets t he , f diphthong. 
Making e and f change places, 
With tho case i t'Grecian graces; 
Only lot them olnuigo their stations 
In Mho place In all relations 
<Uintigc their places In believers, 
change thorn also in deceivers— 
Change ctnu.Hlul to eoneyted, 
Fortune's freight to fright affrighted, 
For the rule which gives us l-ther. 
Changing neither Into ny-tlior, 
Makes believer* all holy vers 
And tkerirces all deeyvers, 
While the freight ert ship is fry-ted, 
Deign lug, loo, Is dining true, 
For every line brings something new. 
Vein Is vine before this current; 
Weight is wile, with Yankee accent; 
1 f you cannot change these, also. 
Speak as others do, or should do. 
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LETTERS FROM BOYS AND GIRLS. 
“ Yourta; Bach” Responding In Rhyme. 
Mu. Miniurc : As the ladies' tongues are be¬ 
ginning to loosen, perhaps 1 Imd better say a 
few words while 1 huvo an opportunity. I am 
glad to hear from ho many of then). Mad no 
idea Ethel's tongue wan ho long. But I |dm 
out of the reach of her lingers, thank my stars. 
And now a word with you, Miss BIDDY. 
Tlie man th.it gets you l declare a pity; 
For after ho l« married lie will tlud before long 
His wife is the owner of a very long tongue. 
You say you hope I will a “ alee girl ” catcli. 
1 hope you will get a bald headed old bach; 
And If lie t* inclined to he timid, sonic advice may 
help Id in. 
lie must, keep you good miturcd or you will surety 
sculp him. 
Young Raoh, Vail's Mill*, N. V., May 25. 
From a Michigan School Clrl. 
Dear Rural: I have thought for a long 
time I would write a letter for the buys' and 
gills’ column, yet feared It would not bo print¬ 
ed ; but now 1 am going to write one, whether 
it is printed or not. 1 am fourteen years old 
and a country girl, and am not ashamed to 
own It. Wo havo taken tho Rural for twelve 
yoars, and wo could not gut along without it. 
We have saved every paper since we began 
taking it. We have a nursery and quite an ex¬ 
tensive green-lioiiHC. My sister lakes rare of 
the grccn-liousio, while 1 go to school. I want 
to bo a school teacher when I get older. I have 
a sister that teaches; 1 went to school to her 
four terms. I have a horse and saddle, and 
ride a good deal; I think it is very healthy. I 
haven't many pets to boast of, but think a 
great deal of what few 1 have. They consist of 
aoanary, some beautiful little ISrahma chick¬ 
ens, and a largo Newfoundland dog that wakes 
us all up in tlie morning. 1 am not as smart as 
some of the girls about piecing quilts; I have 
pieced live, and am now knitting a tidy, which 
I think is quite pretty. My letter is getting 
quite lengthy. s, > I will have to dose, but I 
haven’t told half tlie tilings 1 want to. Lida 
L., Ionia , Mich. 
From a WIdo-Awake Bay State Boy. 
Mu. Editor:- I have been looking at the 
Rural; I like it, llrst-rato, and J thought I 
would write a little. My father has given me a 
piece of land and six hot bods. I had 800 cab¬ 
bage plants, and tho neighbor’s hens destroyed 
500 of them, I have got IKK) lettuce plants, and 
3,000 Into cabbage plants an Inch high. I am 
going to plant my land with beans, peas and 
cabbages. I like farming better than garden¬ 
ing, but gardening pays best. I guess we shall 
move on to a farm next spring. I take three 
agricultural papers now. I It ope you will pub¬ 
lish tills. Flense correct the mistakes, as this 
is the first letter 1 have written to you.— Bay 
State Boy, Worcestei', Mass., May 10. 
From a Central New York Clrl. 
Dear Mr. Editor: I am a little girl twelve 
years old, and generally read the children’s 
letters In the RUUAT.. Now, Mr. Editor, l am 
getting tired of reading what our pa’s hare, 
and If you were playing ‘ honor ” wouldn’t you 
have to confess that, you were just a little tired 
too? Of course it, is a great event to us chil¬ 
dren whun a new calf or ptg arrives, but then 
we like to hear of something else too. I won¬ 
der what books the lilt it Ab girls and boys like 
best: my favorites ftre “Wide, Wide World,” 
“Ministering Children,"'* Amy Herbert,” and 
— oh, dear! 1 thought I should be able to 
tell you, but there are so many others that 
I like almost as well that I can't begin to 
tell them all. f have just been reading “ Tom 
Brown at Rugby,” which I think is just splen¬ 
did. 1 wish that the Rural girls and boys 
would tell me what their favorites are. I 
like to play as well as any little girl. My play 
house in summer is very nice and funny; at 
least my cousins and l think so. It is at the 
foot of the garden, and made of a group of 
small willow trees, which are trimmed, except 
tho tops, and so makes an umbrella for us when 
tlie sun shines. We have it divided into rooms, 
and play hours and he lira there. There is just 
one more thing I want to toll you; I have a 
horse named “ Kitty,” and grandpa lias a cat 
lie calls “ Pony.” i do not know how ttiis hap¬ 
pened, but it seems very queer. Your friend 
It. W. N., Central Xnr Fork. 
A Pennsylvania Girl’s Hanging Basket. 
Dear Rural:—As i was reading the boys' 
and girls' letters,which you are so kind as to 
publish, I thought I would write ohe too. My 
father lias taken the Rural everstnce I can re¬ 
member, and I like to read it very well. We 
have some very niee house plants which we 
have kept all winter. My sister made a very 
pretty hanging basket. 1 will tell you how .die 
made it. She took a yard of bleached muslin 
and tore it into strips of an inch in width ; t hen 
she raveled all but four threads in 'lie middle. 
She then twisted each one separately, and 
looped them to a round hoop at tho tup, and 
fastened them at tho bottom. It is a real 
beauty. I will not, write any more at present, 
but if this letter In published, I may write again 
at some future time. Nellie S,, Mercer (' o., Pa. 
From nn Ohio Boy. 
Me a n Rural : -Seeing an many boys' and girls’ 
letters in the Rural, lias made mo feel like 
writing one. too. I think Young Haiti Ih Just 
about right in what lit) says about the girls. 
They can talk more In tho name time than a 
dozen boys. I do not, see how L. F. FoLLAY 
shot Ids squirrel. Me does not explain very 
well. If Printer’s Devil had not caught so 
much scolding already, I think I would lec¬ 
ture him a little. Poor fellow, how lie did 
catch It,, to he sure; but then lie was mis¬ 
taken, that Is certain, and I think ho would 
acknowledge if ho Was with Witli me for a 
week. But tills letter is too long already, so 
I will close, asking you to correct mistakes.— 
It. R., BowUim Orem, Ohio. 
From n Georgia Girl. 
Mu. Moore: I have been thinking that I 
would write you for a good while, but I never 
have yet. I am a girl eleven years of ago, and l 
have one brother and two sisters. My father 
keeps a mill uud my brother Inis to farm it. I 
like to rend the letters from tlie girls and boys 
I hope they will write more as tho Editor is so 
kind as to publish tlioir letters. I reckon I will 
have to close. Please correct, and excuse bad 
writing, and 1 will try and do better next time. 
Yours as ever. M. A., 8pa.nl’liny, Ga . 
From n Nebraska Girl. 
Dear Rural Readers : For the llrst time 1 
sit, down to write to this good paper. Pa has 
taken tlie RURAL ever since I can remember 
anythingubout it,. I like to read the boys’ and 
girls’ letters very much, and so l thought I 
would try to make it, more interesting for those 
who read it. Nebraska is a very pleasant, Htute. 
We have lived hero two years. I have a very 
nice receipt for the girls. It is for a Custard 
Pie. Take tho yolks of three eggs and one 
whole one; beat with two even table spoon¬ 
fuls of sug;u' and enough milk to till Lite pie 
tin ; bake till done ; boat the white of tlie eggs 
till you can turn the dish bottom sldo up, and 
stir iu two (table spoonfuls of sugar. Whop 
tho pie is done spread the wit,os on it. and set, in 
tlie oven and bake till a slight brown. Now 
AVrite and say whether it is good. I took a 
horseback ride to-day.— Alice T. 
©he jjuzzler. 
We are always ylad to receive contributions 
for this Department. 
CROSS-WORD ENIGMA. No. 8. 
My lii*st Is in water but not in wine, 
My second in cord but not in twine; 
My third In back but not in front, 
My fourth in sharp hut not in blunt; 
My fifth iu chair but not in seat,, 
My sixth in welcome but not In greet; 
My seventh In old but not in age, 
My whole Is used by fool and sage. 
Though many a sage Is deemed a fool 
Because be makes my whole a rule, 
By many a man I am highly prized, 
By many more I am despised. 
1 am used throughout the world each day, 
Ofttimns to drive dull ear© away, 
Ofi,times in luxury and ease, 
ol'ttimes in sickness and disease. 
1 am used In squares and brulds and rolls, 
l am used iu boxes, bags and bowls ; 
I sometimes vanish fast in air, 
So all who use me should beware. 
‘SST" Auswei in two weeks. w. A. b. 
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PUZZLER ANSWERS.-May 23. 
Anagram* ok Noted Women No. 1. -1. Em¬ 
ma D. E. N. Sout h worth. Olive Logan, 3. 
Victoria C. Woodhull. 4. Rosa Bonheur. 5. 
Christine Nillson. ti. Tennle tTallin. 7. So¬ 
journer Truth. b. Vinnie Ream. ti. Susan B. 
Anthony. 1U. Laura D. Fair. 
Hidden Biblical Proper Names No 1.—1. 
Elisha. J. Matthew. 3. Adam. 4. Belshazzar. 
5. Esther. 0. Cyrus. 7. Herod. 8. Barnabas. 
0. Laban. 10. liagar. 11. Arimatliea. 12. An¬ 
drew. 13. Martha. 
Anagram No. 3.— 
If you’re told to ilo a thing. 
And mean to do it really, 
Never let It be by halves; 
Do It fully, freely. 
