JUNE 43 
MOOBE’S BUBAL NEW-YOBKEB. 
JWi^s’ f oittfolia. 
STRAWBERRYING. 
BY SHIRLEY CLAtR. 
O! BRIGHTLY shone the guttering dew. 
Each leaf and dower adorning,— 
And gaily trilled each warbling bird, 
That golden summer morning 
When Bess and I, with hearts as light and gladsome 
as the weather, 
Went tripping down the meadow path, wild straw¬ 
berries to gather. 
O. lightly beat our happy hearts, 
Glad as the gladsome morning— 
So light our Teet appeared but wings. 
Each earthly contact scorning; 
Nor scarcely seemed the dew to brush from off the 
purple heather. 
As Bess and I, linked hand in hand, went berrying 
together. 
The blushing fruit, like ruby gems 
In emerald settings, flashed, adorning ; 
To us far more than Jewel’s worth 
They seemed, that summer morning. 
Sweet Bess and l, our baskets heaped, and plucked 
and ate together. 
Wishing ’twerc always berry time, and always sum¬ 
mer weather. 
I said I kuew what sweeter was, 
And took It without further warning, 
As on her head I placed a wreath, 
Her golden curia adorning. 
We pledged our vows Of childish faith, sweet BESS 
and 1 together, 
We’d love each ot,tier Just the same thro’ storm and 
sunny weather. 
Ah ! many a day ainua then has flown, 
Old Time bath left full many a warning. 
Yet here again 1 alt and muse,— 
Dream that ’tls still that summer morning; 
But who are they whose tripping feet go dancing 
o’er the heather? 
Sweet Bessie’s Bess and .Tack (my son) gone straw- 
berrying together! 
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MUSINGS IN MY GAEDEN. 
What a ceaseless toil this is! I wonder why 
weeds were made, any way? What earthly use 
can they ftibserve?—lust choking the young 
plant’s life-threatening its sure death if they 
arc not removed,—yet. they cannot be permitted 
t,> grow in vain. I re member a curse pronounced 
on the ground by God Hlmseir, ages since 
that must bo it—so It is useless for me to com¬ 
plain. 
It is all right; they are very good tests of pa¬ 
tience—I shall know beforo the summer is over 
whether I have any of that rare article or not. 
In the meantime, let me try and forget about 
them, as I plod on pulling them up. and laying 
them aside as some useless incumbrance I arn 
anxious to got rid of, while my thoughts take 
wings and wander back to other days -recalling 
the memory of one I dearly loved, whose home 
I doubt not is now among the shining ones in 
Heaven. I loved her from my earliest child¬ 
hood. We walked together side by aide, till 
girlhood ripened into womanhood, and then 
we parted. I remember what a void there was 
in my heart—she seemed so inwoven with my 
very being. She had but recently laid her dear¬ 
est earthly treasure in the duet. Her heart's 
idol t he one on w hom she had hoped to lean 
_was uo more. Yet her gentle spirit murmured 
not; she knew God had done it lor some wise 
purpose and calmly bowed, like some fair flow¬ 
er, shedding a sweeter fragrance on all around. 
She was going West to teach ; she could not be 
idle now, she said; her thoughts would con¬ 
sume her. I often heard from her. Sim readily 
found a situation in one ot our Urst Western 
academies, for her mind was richly stored with 
all that could fit her to impart instruction, and 
her heart from its furnace trial had come forth 
more pure even than before. The dro»s of her 
nature seemed to have been consumed. Blessed 
sorrow that so lifts the soul from earth !—it 
lives in a higher, holler atmosphere, though it 
tarries still in the fiesh. 
My friend did not linger many years, nor could 
she ever accept another's love. She was mar¬ 
ried in spirit to him who had “gone before." 
She felt herself as entirely his as though she 
had been his acknowledged bride on earth. 
And now, as we review her life, we cannot say 
it was altogether a failure. Many bright flow¬ 
ers she strewed over the pathway of others 
many sweet lessons of patience and submission 
she brought to those arouud her, learned from 
the depths of her own heart'6 experience, that, 
she could never have known had she not drank 
sn deeply herself from the fountain of sorrow. 
Kind friend* in the home of her adoption laid 
her gently away to rest; it seemed like a beau- 
tifwl sleep—for her purified spirit felt no terror 
as she neared that “ Bridgeless River"—she saw 
beyond the pearly gate that was to open for her 
entrance to a glorious home. 
I have mused too long, 1 fear, and in perhaps 
too sad a strain, but it always does my heart 
good to recall the memory of that early friend¬ 
ship. Lettxe. 
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A GEORGIA HEROINE. 
The following graphic description of one of 
the real jewels of the fair South is given by a 
Georgia paper “ Among t he many visitors 
who came to our city on Saturday last to sell 
their country produce, was a young lady from 
an adjoining county who had chickens, eggs 
and butter for sale. Her beauty was of tran- i 
scendent excellence; bright, flashing, intellec¬ 
tual eyes, and face round and rosy, whllo her * 
calico dress was plain and neatly made, fitting 
beautifully. Hcrraven halrflowed in luxurious 
richness. Well educated, she conversed fluent¬ 
ly, and deported herself With becoming mod¬ 
esty. She wore no false bustle or purchased 
complexion; had no topknot on her head, uo 
false fixings to present, hut stood In the majes¬ 
tic beauty nf a created Intelligence that would 
not yield to the despotic dictates of frivolous 
fashion. It has been a long time since wc gazed 
on such a sight. The young men crowded 
around her wagon with curiosity in their eyes 
and admiration In their hearts. The old men 
wept Tor Joy that there was one who had not 
howod to Baal. She sold her country produce, 
went home, milked the cows, cooked the sup¬ 
per for ten farm laborers, and went to church 
that night with her sweetheart.” 
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GIVE HIM LIGHT ! 
If a child wants a light to go to sleep by, give 
it one. The sort of Spartan llrmuess which 
walks off and takes away the candle and shuts 
all the doors between the household cheer and 
warm and pleasant stir of evening mirth, aud 
leaves a little son or dtmghtertohide underthe 
bedclothes and get to sleep as best it can, is not 
at all admirable; it Is after the pattern of Giant 
Despair, whose grim delight, confided to Difli- 
detice, Ids wife, over the miseries of his wretch¬ 
ed prisoners, always «eom most inimitable a 
perfect picture of the meanness of despotism. 
Not that the dear mother means to be cruel 
when she tries this nr that hardening process, 
and treats human nature as if It were clay to 
he molded into any shape she may please. Very 
likely she has no Idea, whatever of the injury 
and suffering she causes, or perhaps her heart 
, aches; but she perseveres, thinking she is doing 
right, and fancies she is teaching her child a 
. lesson of bravery, when perhaps she is making 
a nervous, imaginative little creature, whose 
after life will ever hear the impress of the hor¬ 
rid specters its fancy called up in those mo¬ 
ments of lonely banishment. Then give him 
light, if he wants it! 
ending for J|oitng. 
WHAT’S THE USE OF GRUMBLING. 
Suppose, my little lady, 
Your doll should break her head. 
Could you make it whole by crying 
Till your eyes and nose are red ? 
And wouldn’t it bo pleasanter 
To treat it as a Ji iko; 
And say you're glad “’t.was Dolly's, 
And not |/our head that broke?” 
Suppose ynn'ru dressed for walking, 
And the rain cornea pouring down, 
Will it clear off the sooner 
Because yon scold and frown ? 
And wouldn't it bo nicer 
For you to siullo than pout, 
And ao make sunshine in the house 
When there Is none without ? 
Suppose your task, my little man, 
la very hard to get. 
Will It. make it any easier 
For you to alt and fret? 
And wouldn’t it be wiser 
Thau waiting like a dunce, 
To go to work In earnest 
And learn the thing at once? 
Suppose that some boys have a horse. 
And some a coach and pair, 
Will it tire you less while walking 
To say “ It isn’t fair?” 
And wouldn’t it be nobler 
To keep your temper sweet. 
And in your heart be thankful 
You can walk upon your feet? 
And suppose the world don’t please you, 
Nor the way some people do. 
Do you think the whole creation 
WUJ be altered just for yon? 
And Isn't it, my boy or girl, 
' The wisest, bravest plan, 
Whatever comes, or doesn't come, 
1 To do the best you cau ? 
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- “HE GETS DRUNK.” 
i A SKETCH FOR- YOUNG PEOPLE. 
BY GERALDINE GERMANE. 
ANOTHER LONG-TIME RURALIST. 
Editors Rural New-Yorker:— There haB 
always been a little rivalry between Lyons aud 
Clyde, and now that a” Lady of Lyons" has 
challenged your readers to produce a subscriber 
who has taken your paper for the full 24 years 
„r its existence, Clyde rushes to the rescue. My 
father was a subscriber to the old Genesee 
Farmer before Mr. Moore became Its editor, 
and took that paper until the Rural New- 
Yorker made its appearance. He began his 
subscription to the latter paper with its first 
number and has continued to take it. ever since, 
and what he would do without it. is more than 
[ can say. The RURAL was one of the first papers 
I ever read, and It la still one of our most wel¬ 
come visitors. Allow me to congratulate you 
upon the success which hits attended the dear 
old Rural, throughout its existence, and to 
hope that its future may be equally prosperous. 
Clyde, Wayne Co., N. Y. Gussie. 
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INDIAN CHIVALRY. 
Such stories as the following—the truth of 
which is vouched for by the San Francisco Re¬ 
publican—tend to restore faith In the native 
heroism of poor Lo, and to Incline to the belief 
that, after all, the reviled Indian’s code of 
honor and gallantry is not nearly aa black as 
has been painted :—Six weeks ago seven male 
Indians and one Indian woman started to cross 
Clear Lake, near the northern end, in a small 
boat, which was capsized throe miles from Land. 
They righted it.; but as the lake was rough they 
could not bail it out, and while full of water 
It would not support more than one person. 
The men put the girl In and held on to the 
edges of the boat, supporting themselves by 
swimming, till exhausted and chilled through 
by the. cold water, and then dropped off one by 
one. They showed no thought of disputing the 
young woman’s exclusive right to the boat. She 
was saved by their solf-sacritlce. 
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WEDDINGS IN THE WHITE HOUSE. 
There have been three weddings In the 
White House since 1820, In the Green Room, 
Miss Maria Monroe, daughter of President 
Monroe, to Samuel L. Gouverneur of New' York. 
The second was Miss Lizzie Tyler, daughter of 
President Tyler, to William Waller of Virginia, 
in 1843, in the East Room, ny a singular coin¬ 
cidence, the eldest son of this couple married 
the youngest sister of Mrs. Jefferson Davis, at 
the Executive Mansion in Richmond during 
the rebellion, The third was that of Miss Nel¬ 
lie Grant. 
A GOOD WORKER. 
A young lady of brilliant prospects, who 
resides at East Warehatu, Mass., a member of 
the High School, whose age now approaches 
sweet sixteen, framed, raised, boarded and shin¬ 
gled a hen house, the Mze of which Is 10 by 13 
feet, with seven feet posts and a pitched roof, 
without trespassing on her school h mrs. She 
also made and properly arranged the windows 
and doors. This work has been carried on dur¬ 
ing the abort days of the past winter, and what 
makes it seem more wonderful, tho sch >ol is 
over two miles from her home. 
“ He’s the smartest young man in our class.” 
“ Yes, hut he gets drunk." 
“ oil, hut he’s so line-looking, so noble and so 
talented withal! His composition yesterday 
was the very best in our division. He writes 
splendidly ! They say he's writing for a maga¬ 
zine. Only think of It, writing for a maguziuo, 
no older than lie is, and not out of school yet! 
won't he be a great man, though, some day 1 ” 
“ No. 1 don’t, think he will.” 
“ Wh‘y not?” 
“ He gets drunk." 
“Oh, that's nothing; a good many smart 
men get, drunk. Every young man has his wild 
outs to sow ; And because a fellow gets a little 
boozy once In awhile, I wouldn't condemn him 
I'orover; quite likely he'll outgrow it when ho 
gets older ami sees the folly 6f it." 
“ Mure likely that will outgrow him, and, as 
to his getting a liltlr, boozy, I'm afraid he was a 
good deal so when the boys found him beside 
the walk, the other night,, ami had to carry him 
to his room, dodging around street corners and 
skulking through by-ways so that none of the 
professors would see him. I tell you a person 
that drinks at all Isn’t, to be depended on. The 
only young men that I have any ooufldence In 
are those who let intoxicating liquors entirely 
alone.” 
"Well, I don’t care; he’s good and smart,, 
anyhow, and T like him." 4 
“ I don't; he gets drunk! ” 
So the conversation ran on betwcou two 
schoolmates who were walking just ahead of 
me. Ah, how those words, “ He gets drunk," 
kept ringing in rny ears ! Possessed of a noblo 
manhood aud a glorious intellect; blessed with 
the greatest aud best of God's gifts; having 
the love and approbation of teachers; admired 
and looked up to by ;issoclates; the pride and 
hope of a fond father, Intertwined in the heart 
and life of a doting mother, united In close and 
tender bonds with brothers and sisters; hold¬ 
ing in his hand the honor and good name of 
the institution with which he Is connected, of 
the society In which he mingles, and yet —"•gets 
drunk! ” 
As a natural consequence that young man 
who drinks will generally blight the manhood 
that, is within him, Change to curses tho bless¬ 
ings that are upon him, bring t,< the dust what¬ 
ever highborn aspirations, whatever longings 
for greatness, glory and immortality may be 
his; blast the fondest hopes of parents, put out 
the brightness of their future in the darkness 
of disappointment, pain and sorrow; bring 
shame and reproach upon brothers and sisters; 
trample upon the love and confidence of his 
fellows; Bbut himself out from all goodness, 
purity, usefulness and happiness; blot out the 
image of God that is stamped upon him, and 
drag himself down lower than the brutes. Aye, 
so surely does he shut himself out from Heaven, 
as “ he get* drunk !" 
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LANGUAGE-WRITTEN AND VERBAL. 
at which written llanguago was first employed 
by mankind is unknown. Four systems of 
written language have existed, and plainly 
show, if traced in their proper order, the grad¬ 
ual enlightenment of mankind. The earliest 
system represented ideas by pictures. It was 
called the Ideographic. It, however, was so 
imperfect that only material tilings could be 
represented by It, nil beyond that being im¬ 
agined or understood. The Hieroglyphics of 
Egypt were partly Ideographic. The North 
American Indiana, in sorno places, also used 
this system of writing. I would like to de¬ 
scribe the succeeding systems of written lan¬ 
guage, but space will not allow; therefore I 
will merely mention them. 
The immediate successor of the Ideographic 
system was the Verbal system, which was in 
turn succeeded by tho Syllabic system, the im¬ 
mediate predecessor of the present system, 
called the Alphabetic. Tim Verbal and Sylla¬ 
bic systems were particularly objectionable on 
account of the number of characters employed. 
The system now In use, the Alphabetic, is a de¬ 
cided’ improvement on Its predecessors. It is 
so near perfection that, with only twenty-six 
characters In the English language, we are able 
to impress upon the minds of our renders tho 
moat complicated train of thought. 
But I will now change I lie topic, and continue 
under the head of spoken language. This dif¬ 
fers from written language chiefly In repre¬ 
senting ideas by articulate sounds Instead of 
by arbitrary characters. The time of Its origin 
Is not exactly known. Some assert that It 
originated in certain monoflyllnblea; but this is 
Improbable. It, Is now generally supposed to 
have been possessed In a rudimentary state by 
our tlrst parents, A dam and Eve. ft has, there¬ 
fore, been in use for a long time, during which 
it lias been subjected to many changes and, by 
gradual improvement, ban reached its preseut 
state. Some persons have the “bump of lan¬ 
guage” larger than others, and consequently 
have a more ready flow of words at their com¬ 
mand in which to clothe t.lietr thoughts. This 
is a natural gift ami differs widely In different 
individuals, it. la a generally established opin¬ 
ion that, of the two sexes, women possess the 
longer tongues —that Is, they are greater talk- 
era, especially when their tempers are slightly 
ruffled. However this may be, we all know that 
“Young Bach” believes it. But talk away 
girls ; never mind what, lie »aj», for your natur¬ 
al propensity, “wag of the tongue,” a* he vul- 
’ gaily terms It,, is an accomplishment rather 
' than a fault. You have nothing to be ashamed 
* „r ; rather fool thankful that Dame Nature, in 
her bountiful goodness, has so va tly favored 
! you. 
Dear Cousin JonNNtE, please pardon me for 
mistaking you for a Young Rural tat, for I assure 
you that, the error arose through uo under¬ 
valuation of the merits of your writings, but 
because you signed yourself ns a cousin. I also 
! ask you to accept rtiy sincere thunks for the 
thorough criticism to which you have Justly 
' subjected my maiden article for a newspaper. 
" I acknowledge my errors and hope to profit by 
0 your advice, t am young, going to school, and 
have taken to-writing for Improvement. How 
* far I shall succeed time will decide. So now, 
a hoping to do better hereafter, I remain your 
’ cousin. 
" Sterling, Ill., April 6. 
®he fuller. 
We are always glad to receive contributions 
for this Department. 
HIDDEN CITIES.-No, 1. 
1. Hope kindles the captive's breast. 2. 
Thomas Hood was a cunning poet. 3. To hunt 
the rhinoceros we go to Africa. 4. Catnip Is an 
excellent herb. 3. “Ill try" is a good motto, 
but “1 can’t" is not. <3. Is the top of Mount 
Blanc level and dry ? 7- Was Adam a lag-abed ? 
ft. Our good Br. is to lecture this evening. 9. Is 
a literary club right on all subjects ? 10. "llou 
many should read the Rukai.V Eight millions, 
H. (Rack Hawk sprang from a haughty race. 
12. I like a good essay on any subject. *** 
HW" Answer in two wceK... 
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ANAGRAM.-No. 4. 
Own thdo het 1 bllie suyb ebe 
Vripmoe eeah ghinsin hrou, 
Dna taergh yoenn ayd yb yad 
Fmor yoevr poeignn loerwf. 
Answer in two weeks, c. t. 
WORD-PUZZLE.—No. 5. 
, I am nine letters. My first four is a man’s 
name ; my last live is a man’s name; my whole 
is a man's name. What is it? x. y. z. 
jjsgr - Answer in two weeks. 
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PUZZLER ANSWERS. -May 30. 
Literary Enigma No 2.— 
Can storied urn or animated bust 
Back to its mansion call the fleeting breatn I 
Illustrated Rebus No. 15.—Out of the fry¬ 
ing pan into the lire. 
BY YOUNO AMERICA. 
One of the most inestimable blessings the 
world enjoys is the representation of Ideas by 
arbitrary characters, called letters — plainly 
speaking, written language. The exact period 
Word-Square No. 5. 
HEART 
error 
arise 
ROSIN 
TRENT 
Word Puzzle No. 3.—Regaled. 
