SEPT. 
MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER. 
Judies' mtflttlk 
WAITING. 
BY CHARLOTTE N. COHDWEK. 
I’M waiting! I’m waiting, listing here, for thy call. 
Ah ! remeraher me then ; for the shadows w II fall. 
And night’s wing o’or me brood, If again I should 
miss 
The heaven I once found in thy smile and thy kiss. 
Many days, lone and drear, I have waited for thee, 
While the great, rolling wares measured time on 
life’s sen; 
And I thought , if once more you should come back 
again. 
Summer’s glory’d return where a winter had lain. 
Like the song of the birds, when dawn breaks on the 
year. 
Or promise of beauty, when the buds first appear, 
Or of melodies felt, ore their music’s been heard, 
Has the life in my heart by thy spirit been stirred. 
fragrant with kindly lutuitions, which is hu¬ 
man iu all its ways, anil preserved from the 
ill-savor of dead and buried affection by the 
antiseptic of common sense I 
Such, we trust, will be the home of these 
Crotties, away down in Texas! The little prose 
hymeneal before us tells us that John Crotty 
has “a brave and open heart"—a very good 
thing to have; and that Matilda Crotty (born 
Baker) has “acheerful, luippy, smiling disposi¬ 
tion," which is also a good thing to have. It is 
necessary in these disastrous days sometimes 
to stop and obstinately remember that marriage 
may mean happiness. Dear reader, lie you 
stern or soft of sex, pray remember that life in 
all its varieties, including married life, is just 
what wo make It 1 That patience or forbear¬ 
ance are nut bad In their way! That selfish¬ 
ness is always misery, and that there is no 
selfishness worse than that of an over-refined 
and querulous character. 
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NOTABLE WOMEN. 
Then call me!—Oh call me!—For my lumps have been 
trimmed. 
And I fain would draw near ere their light has been 
dimmed 
By the clouds of despair, if again I should miss 
The heaven I once found in thy smile aud thy kiss. 
I can feel Ihon art near and thy heralds I see 
In blossoms whoso op'nings bejowel the lea 
Where near me thou treudost, like a ; plrit divine. 
I am waiting no more! For again—I urn thine! 
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MARRIAGE AND HAPPINESS, 
In these days of scandal, congugitl tribulation 
and divorce It Is pleasant to find, inn metropol¬ 
itan daily newspaper, an oasis of old-fashioned 
sense and sentiment like unto the following 
from the New Nork Tribune. We commend it 
to both wives and husbands, irrespective of 
age or condition, and likewise to all purposing 
to become yoke-fellows "for better or for 
worse." The article is entitled “ Old-Fashioned 
Notions," and reads in this semi-humorous and 
decidedly sensible wise: 
A good deal bored, not to say disgusted with 
the drift of current intelligence and sick of en¬ 
countering in every newspaper of our heap, in 
adipose typography, “The B.-T. Scandal," we 
glanced despairingly at a sheet printed far 
down in Texas. There we read with some!hing 
of Coldstream Indifference, that in Galveston, 
Aug. 8, 1874, Mr. John Crotty and Matilda 
Baker, maiden, were married in St. Mary’s 
Cathedral. Crotty was nothing to us, and we, 
be it admitted, were nothing to Crotty ; Matilda 
was nothfug to us, save as we are a general ad¬ 
mirer of the sex ; and we should have thought 
no more of this matrimonial matter if some¬ 
body who cheerfully signed with three stars 
bad not tacked a communication to the nuptial 
advertisement. It was a really kind communi¬ 
cation, not to say gushing. It was in a strain 
of the highest hymeneal rapture. It began 
thus, in the finest of language:—*‘From the 
roseate of morn to the melancholy umber of 
gathering night, may the pathway of Jack 
Crotty and ids sparkling bride be attended with 
all that is joyous and elevating in the connubial 
relation! " As we read this we rdt good-na¬ 
tured and said “Atmn 1 " softly ami tenderly. 
We really do hope that Mr. and Mrs. Jack Crot¬ 
ty will have a life of the old sort, with the 
usual variety of humdrum happiness and small 
spats meaning nothing. May Mr. Crotty never 
discover that he has a mission, or that his souJ 
is of the elevated sort! May Mrs. Crotty bear 
children (dear little Crotties) and nurture them 
with no shadow of a thoo.y to bother her! Iu 
this day of divorces and affinities and incom¬ 
patibilities, blest are the simple of soul who 
forget the breakfast table tiff before dinner¬ 
time, and never think of taking their petty 
troubles either to the divorce courts or the 
newspapers! For we don't believe in constant 
peace either in the household or anywhere 
else. Matilda will not always be pleased with 
the conduct of her Crotty, nor will John al¬ 
ways see in his Matilda t he angel of the honey¬ 
moon. But that 1 b no reason why they should 
not get along tolerably together. The blessing 
of the Lord is upon averages. In medio iuthssi- 
mus, as the proverb has it. 
For our own pait, vve are w illing to acknowl¬ 
edge in these feverish days a great yearning 
toward commonplace people, who write no 
poetry, and are content with life’s jog-trot 
duties. Depend uron it, to this kind is the 
world indebted for whatever happiness it may 
rescue from wrecked hopes and disappointed 
tmbitiona. Wordsworth was right. A woman 
may be too bright and good for human nature’s 
daily food. Her irritating restlessness may 
grow to a bother. Her elegant sentimentali¬ 
ties may lead to nerves. She may expect an 
impossible happiness from marriage and grow 
morbid with disappointment. And what we 
say of her we may say with equal propriety of 
him. Happy both If God vouchsafes to them 
the inestimable blessing of obscurity and the 
mild lot of the majority! Beautiful is the fam¬ 
ily tea-pot when no tempests rago therein! 
Lucky the husband whose wife calls him" Mr." 
before folk, and is only suspected of sometimes 
addressing him in secret by his baptismal 
name! Lucky the wife who at all points of 
domestic economy is infallible; who knows her 
rights, and knowing dare maintain, and who 
is much respected by her husband on account 
of her courage! Thrice blessed Is the household 
into which no philosophy has entered, which is 
Mns. Stanton Is a handsome woman. Miss 
Anthony and Mrs. Live!more arc belli plain. 
Marie and Jane Porter were women of high 
brows and irregular featur s, u» was also Miss 
Scdgewick. Anna Dickinson lias a strong, 
masculine face; Kate Field has a good-looking, 
though by no means a pretty one, and Mrs. 
Stowe is thought to be positively homely. Alice 
and Phcbe (Jury were both plain in features, 
though their sweetness of disposition added 
greatly to their personal appearance. Margaret 
Fuller had a splendid head, but her features 
were Irregular, and she was anything but hand¬ 
some, though sometimes in a glow of conver¬ 
sation she appeared almost radiant. Charlotte 
Bronte has woudrously beautiful dark brown 
eyes and perfectly shaped head. She was small 
to diminutiveness, aud was as simple in her 
manner as a child. Julia Ward Howe is a flne- 
looking woman, wearing an aspect of grace and 
refinement, and great force or character in her 
face ami carriage. Laura Holloway resembles 
Charlotte Bronte both in personal appearance 
and in the sad experience of her young life. 
Neither Mary Booth nor Marian Harlan can lay 
claim to handsome faces, though they are 
splendid specimens of cultured women, while 
Mary Clemmor Ames is just ns pleasing iu 
features as her writings are graceful and 
popular. 
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ALWAYS BEAUTIFUL. 
At a festival party of old and young, the 
question was asked, which season of life is 
most happy? After being fi’eely discussed by 
the guests, it was retorted to the host, upon 
whom was the burden of four-score years, lie 
**ked if they had noticed a grove of trees 
before the dwelling, and said, “ When the spring 
comes and In the soft air the buds arc breaking 
on the trees, and they are covered with blos¬ 
soms,! think how beautiful is spring! And 
when the summer comes, and covers the trees 
with its heavy foliage, and singing birds uro all 
among the branches, I think, how beautiful Is 
summer! When autumn loads them with 
golden fruit, and IJielr leaves bear the gorgeous 
tint of frost, 1 think how beautiful is autumn 
And when it is sere winter, and there is neithe,. 
foliage nor fruit, then f look up, and through 
the leafless branches, as I could never until 
now, I see tho stars shine through.” 
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A BEAUTIFUL INCIDENT. 
A gentleman relates that many years ago he 
was on a visit to the Isle of Man, and during 
his walks he strolled into the quiet church¬ 
yard, where repose the bodies of many faithful 
aud humble Christians. Near a grave in a cor¬ 
ner of the churchyard he noticed a lady with a 
little girl (the latter about twelve years of age), 
to whom she was relating the story of “ the 
Dairyman's Daughter," whose remains lay be¬ 
neath their feet. As the lady proceeded with 
the narrative he observed the little girl lift up 
her eyes filled with tears, and heard her say 
that she would try and be as good as the dairy¬ 
man’s daughter had beeu, After planting a 
beautiful lily on the grave they walked slowly 
away. The gentleman, upon making luqulry, 
found that the lady was the Duchess of Kent 
aud the little girl her daughter. The latter is 
now Queeu of England. 
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ITEMS FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN. 
Miss CORLISS, last year a graduate cf Vassar 
College, was recently killed In a singular man¬ 
ner at Gloucester. Mass. While passing a quar¬ 
ry in a carriage with friends, a large stone was 
thrown Into the air by a blast, fell through toe 
top of the carriage, and struck her on the head, 
causing instant death. 
Horuko, the present Empress of Japan, is 
a young woman, and has views. She has the 
courage to allow her eyebrows to grow to their 
natural length, aud to permit her teeth to 
glisten with their own pearly whiteness, instead 
of being blackened, as arc those of all other 
ladles of the upper ten in Japan. 
Hahkikt Hokmeh has been engaged for some 
time on a statue for the Centennial. It Is the 
“African Sibyl foreshadowing the freedom of 
her race." Sue is seated In a bold Michael 
Augelesque pose, and holds a tablet, on which 
lias just been written those celebrated words 
of President Lincoln : “ If slavery is not wrong, 
then nothing Is wrong.” 
3 
Heading for the ftouitg. 
SHELLING PEAS. 
PASSING by the kitchen, 
Through an open door, 
I espy three children 
Sitting on the floor. 
Through the open window 
Comes the morning breeze. 
Fanning Hictu so gently, 
While they shell the peas. 
Little eyes are busy, 
Little lingers, too. 
Picking all the pens out, 
Soon as brought to view. 
They are tree and happy 
As birds upon the. trees, 
Laughing, talking, singing, 
While they shell the peas. 
Baby’s dish has In It 
Naught hut pods, 'tla true, 
But she’s just as busy, 
And as happy, too. 
They must learn to lubor, 
Little ones like these 
Should have some employment; 
Let them shell the peas. 
Up at early morning, 
By the break of day, 
All their work done early. 
They’ll have time to play. 
Children are 8o happy, 
When they try to please; 
They do much to help us, 
While they shell the peas., 
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MY PET! 
BY ROSE GERANIUM. 
Cektaini,y I must tell you lit tle folks about 
him ! He l«, 1 think, the first specimen of ani¬ 
mated nature to which I could claim a fee- 
simple title, and I flatter myself it. will vest In 
me forever, for I don't believe any one wants 
him. I am determined to discharge my duty 
faithfully regarding him, and will not. miss tills 
opportunity to lead him a atop toward fame, 
One fateful day I raslilv expressed a desire to 
own a dog. The ideal animal had been making 
insidious advances iu my imagination for some 
time, but I had no idea that llie instant my 
lips named him he would spring up iu such 
numerous fashion. A blue-eyed boy brought a 
young greyhound; father brought home a ter¬ 
rier In the buggy, and finally—no mlddleways— 
a girl came round to the back porch with a 
basket of green leaves on her arm and smiles 
dancing all over her yellow Lice. 
“There! Miss Geranium,” she exclaimed, 
11 I've brought you a present!" 
, I wondered what kind of lovely plant it was, 
ond began throwing off the cover, when lo ! the 
blackest, silkiest, shining little creature ap¬ 
peared ! Could eyes have been brighter or 
have lighted a more intelligent little face? 1 
really could not tell how many tiineB 1 kissed 
him, and I don't know that it. is of serious con¬ 
sequence. 1 had “u time ’’ to find him lodging, 
for the housekeepers forbade him setting foot 
on the floor, and Nannie assured mo ho would 
run away if I put him on the ground. Finally 
I stowed him in an empty flower-pot while I 
Went to seek more permanent quarters, fie 
was fearfully fat, ami Nannie told me I must 
sprinkle him occasionally with water or ho 
would certainly suffocate with heat. This was 
too much of a pleasant thing, and the senior 
members of the family indulged in a laugh at 
my expense. 
I had quite a search for a suitable name. I 
ran through all the biographical, classical and 
foreign dictionaries within reach, and finally 
concluded that “Zaiin” was the most eupho¬ 
nious, appropriate and high-sounding title to 
be discovered. But I fear I shall huve some 
difficulty about getting it recognized. I bear 
him addressed daily by such commonplace 
names as belong to dogs of tho lower strata, 
and one who calls him to order very often ob¬ 
stinately declines to allow him any footing on 
the catalogue save “Puppe!" O, exasperat¬ 
ing ! 
I am informed that lie is a Spitz. I regret to 
say I do not know the difference between that 
and a Newfoundland, unless 1 am told; hue I 
trust it is synonymous with genteel demeanor 
and intellectuality, for I am determined to 
train him right up to the mark and make him 
everything that a dog should be. I shall en¬ 
deavor to instill into bis mind the essence of 
Cousin Johnnie’s chapter upon cleanliness (O, 
suffering Cousin Johnnie ? Who can ever know 
what agonies of misery evokod that wholesome 
advice!), and to this end I am dawdllDg away 
many precious hours in fashioning a dainty 
rainbow mat, upon which I hope he will conde¬ 
scend io wipe Ids velvety feet when he comes 
in at the window. For I shall have to teach 
him the art of ladder-climbing before snows 
come, and by thus smuggling him into my 
room 1 hope to keep him from freezing. If 
they should find me out in this little sin (pray 
don't tell them!) there will be a dog to give 
away! 
Who wants a dog ? 
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SOMETHING FOR YOUNG MEN. 
TntRE is something instinctive and encour¬ 
aging for young men in tho history and present 
position of Hon. Alex. Mackenzie, now Pre¬ 
mier of the Dominion of Canada. lie started 
in life with no capital hut his brains and his 
hands, and worked at his chosen avocation as 
a stonemason, and subsequently as a practical 
farmer. By perseverance and untiring energy, 
united with sterling integrity, he pushed blm- 
seit up to the highest position In the country 
ol liia adoption. Ho brings to tho manage¬ 
ment of public affairs a well-trained mind, a 
clear head, a strong Intellect and a vigorous 
constitution. Me is emphatically a self-made 
man, and his position at. t ho head of tho Gov¬ 
ernment is a compliment, to the farmers and 
mechanics of our country. Mr, Mackenzie’s 
history and example should Impress upon 
young men throe important, lessons:—!. That 
every legitimate occupation, no matter how 
humble, is honorable in itself. 2. That true 
greatness is achieved by the exorcise of indus- 
try, perseverance, faithfulness and integrity. y. 
I hat lack of Intellect training and disadvan¬ 
tage of early education may ho overcome by 
haul study, careful reading and diligent im¬ 
provement. of leisuro moments. Let young 
men, and particularly farmers and mechanic?, 
lay these lessons to heart, and strive to achieve 
success in life and true greatness bythotxcr- 
cise of perseverance and industry, united with 
integrity of purpose and a firm determination 
to do right under all circumstances. The 
country wants thousands of self-made men to 
occupy positions of trust and usefulness; to 
take the places of the barroom and corner 
loafers, tho political cormorants and party 
hangers-on, who have long dishonored honor¬ 
able positions in life and in the public service. 
The country wants many men of t he stamp like 
Hon. Alex. Mackenzie. 
ABOUT KITES. 
It is a great, art to make a good kite. It 
should be shaped evenly, so as to balance well. 
1 ho sticks should be Just strong enough for 
tho size of tho kite without being too heavy. 
1 lio paper should bo of proper strength ami 
lightness. The fOlir cords that start, from the 
four corners should bo gathered Into one and 
attached at just the right point, to the lmid- 
Ing-oord, so as to insure Its proper angle 
against the wind ; and above all (or rather be¬ 
low ail), (lie tail should bo long enough aud 
heavy enough t o balance the teetery object in 
tho air and make it sail like a thing of life. A 
tail too heavy ar too light for its length, or too 
short for its weight, whichever you please, is 
sure to make trouble in kite-flying. Now, boys 
whenever your kite flops and “don't.go," you 
may be sure that she is wrong in one or more of 
the above-mentioned points. 
PROBLEM.—No. 7- 
i wish to lay out a lawn in the shape of an 
ellipse, Which shall contain just an acre of 
ground, and so that two trees standing 12 reds 
apart may occupy the foci. What, lengths will 
designate the major and the minor axis of the 
same? 
C 
EEa=12rods; areaACBD=l acre. 
B. F. Burleson. 
Answer in two weeks. 
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CROSS-WORD ENIGMA.—No. 5. 
My first is in love but not in hate, 
My second is io sole but not in pate; 
My third is in give but not in sell, 
My fourth Is in sure but not in skill ; 
My fifth is in gun but not in ball. 
My sixth is In son but not in tall; 
My seventh is in din but not in eel, 
My eighth is in sin but not in feel; 
My ninth is iu how but not In sun. 
My tenth is in plow bur. not in shun ; 
My whole is the chief duty ol man. 
£59“ Answer in two weeks. Maize. 
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ANAGRAM .-No. 3. 
I moce morf nutsah fo toco dan nerh, 
I kame a dedsun yalls; 
Dan iarkpes tou magon eth renf ot 
Ot kribeo wood a yalvel. 
Answer in two weeks. 
PUZZLER ANSWERS.-Aug-. 22. 
Illustrated Rebus No. 1,-Soandal falls 
with bitterness upon the City of Churches. 
Miscellaneous Enigma No. 4. — Wiliiam 
Makepeace Thackeray. 
Problem No. 5.— 12 1 ", 
——= a.fiWxXJ >: in. 
12 (t 5—2) —2.83281 x in. 
Anagram No. 2.— 
“The curfew tolls the knell of pnrtlng day, 
The lowing herd winds slowly o’er the iea ; 
The plowman homeward plods his weary way. 
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.” 
