OCT. 16 
fVIOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER 
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MATURE AND LOVE. 
SPRING. 
The tender Sprint comes tremblingly ; 
Quiv'ring, the blossoms softly break; 
Each zephyr breathin .' gently by. 
Jfety forms, new beauties seem to wake 
So tremblin'.: wakes mv love for thee. 
So. fetters burst, springs fair and free 
O first sweet 1070 I O maiden mine ! 
O strongs now love ! O birth oiviDe I 
SUMMER. 
Full Summer now—the Rental hours 
Lend radiant, noon to flowing night 
Full Summer—see the gloaming flowers 
Basking in fervid life and light. 
And love too has Its perfect noon. 
Ha Summer sun, its Summer moon: 
In thy deep radiant eyes, my queen. 
My triumph lies—there love is seen. 
AUTUMN. 
Adown the fields the golden grain 
Hangs heavy on the burdened steins, 
Through shimmeriug leaves the fruits again 
Gleam ruddy ripe, rich Autumn's gems. 
Heims’ harvest too I gather in, 
X,ove, sweet to cherish, sweet to win ; 
For future days o erflowing store, 
Love, could I ever love thoe more ’. 
WIVTKI1. 
Where are the flowers ? where the loaves ? 
Where the sweet zephyrs' gentle breath ? 
Where mellowed fruits and golden sheaves ? 
Dead, dead ; nil lev bound in death ! 
Is Love too dead ? Hence, neodless pain ! 
Dove only sleeps to wake again 
Love dead ? Ah no, not so with love ; 
Lovi only die* to live above. 
[Tinsley's Magazine. 
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MARY AND HER LAMB. 
Wary was, and the 
Poem. 
Author of 
Wm. B. Sawyer writes in the Springfield 
(Mass.) Republican an interesting personal his¬ 
tory of the poem. “The Ltuib at School,” so 
familiar to all. The lines 
" Mary had a little lamb. 
Its fleece was white ns snow,” 
have been repeated millions of time?, and there 
Is not a child In all the country who has not 
heard them. The poem haa beeu parodied, 
paraphrased and translated Into the dead lan¬ 
guages, And yet, scarce any one knows who is 
its author or whether it is fictitious or founded 
on fact. It Is, perhaps, in the truth of theatory 
that the .secret of its popularity lies. For Ills 
the true account of an incident that happened 
sixty-one years ago, not fifty miles from the 
Cradle of Liberty. And ‘ Mary,” a delightful 
old iady of three-score and ten, still lives and 
cherishes the memory of the event. The writer, 
cn a recent visit, craved from her own lips the 
true story of the affair, and reproduces It as 
nearly as possible : 
“ It was when I was nine years old," she said, 
“and wo lived upon the farm, t used to go out 
to the barn every morning with father, to see 
the cows and sheep. They all kn. w me, and 
the cows, old Broad and Short-Horn and Brin- 
dle, would low a good-morning w hen I came to 
their stable?. One cold day, we found that dur¬ 
ing the night twin lamb? had been born. You 
know that sheep will often disown one of twins, 
and tills morning one poor little lamb was push¬ 
ed out. of the pen into the yard. It was almost 
starved ami almost, frozon, and father told mo 
I might have It if I could make it live. So t 
took it Into the house, wrapped it In a blanket 
and fed it peppermint and milk ail day. When 
nighl came I could not bear to leavo it for fear 
it would die, so mother made me up a little bed 
on the settle and I nursed the poor thing all 
night, feeding it with a spoon, and by morning 
it could stand. After this we brought It up by 
hand until It grew to love me very much, aud 
would stuy with me wherever I went unless It 
was tied. I usea before going to school In the 
morning to see that the Iamb was all right and 
securely fastened lur the day. Well, one morn- 
iDg, when my brother Nat and I were all ready, 
the lamD Could uot be found and, supposing 
that it had gone out to pasture with the cows, 
we started on. I used to be a great singer, and 
the lamb would follow tho sound of my voice. 
This morning, after we had gone some distance, 
i began to sing, and the lamb, hearing me, fol¬ 
lowed on and overtook us before w e got to the 
school-house. As it happened, we were early, 
so J went in very quietly, took the lamb into my 
seal, whero it went, to sleep, and f covered it up 
with my shawl. When the teacher came and 
the rest of the scholars, they did not notice any¬ 
thin!: amiss and all was quiet until ray spelling- 
class was called, f had hardly taken my place 
before the pattering of feet was heard coming 
down the aisle, and the lamb stood beside me 
ready for its work. Of course the children all 
laughed and the teacher laughed, too, and the 
poor creature had to be turned out of doors ; 
but it kept coming back, and at hist had to be 
tied in the wood-sbed till night. Now, that day, 
there was a young man in school, John Kuttl- 
stou by name, whu was on a visit to one of the 
boys and came in vs spectator. He was a Boston 
boy and son of tho riding-school master and 
was fitCing for Harvard College. He was very 
much pleased over wliat he saw in our school 
and, and a few days after, gave ua the first three < 
verses of the song. How or when it got Into 
print 1 don't know.” 
Thus sue ran on, telling of the care she be¬ 
stowed on her pet, until it grew to be a sheep 
and she would curl its long wool over a stick : 
and it bore lambs until there was a (lock of five 
all her own; and finally how it was killed by an 
angry cow. Thon she brought out a pair of her 
little-girl stockings, knitted of yaru spun from 
the lamb’s wool, the heels of which had beeu 
raveled out and given away piecemeal us me¬ 
mentos. John Rouli ton died before entering 
college. Wbat the world lost in him who wove 
into verse that immortalized them both the 
story of Mary and the Lamb, no one may say, 
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AIRY PEOPLE. 
Have yon got in your neighborhood any of 
those airy people that, have tho facility of mak¬ 
ing everybody uncomfortable where they are? 
People that, when you enter their preaant * .act 
as if an apology was due them for your exist¬ 
ence. They are to be found in ail classes,some¬ 
times among the poorc-t people we have, mid 
I have often thought it was wisely ordered that 
some should La poor, for if they had been rich 
no one else could have lived in their vicinity. 
You may. perchance, some time in your life, 
havo had some of these ”stuck up people ” vis¬ 
it you, and If you did not feel like singing 
“Hallelujah ” when they left, you arc not like 
me. Nothing is good enough for them. You 
may wait upon them until your weary limbs re¬ 
fuse to move, and they do riot thank you ; the 
honor of having them for company is sufficient. 
If you chance to have such a man or woman to 
help you, how soon you find yourself thinking 
you are not your own master. They very soon 
give you to understand that t hey do as they 
please and you must do as you oun. I have of¬ 
ten mot young women (not ladies), In the street, 
covered with flash Jewelry and cotton lace, 
with their head-, high, whose appearance 
seemed to say, “Give the road,” and I gener¬ 
ally turn out. J have seen ministers, physi¬ 
cians, lawyers, students of all kinds, farmers, 
and every day laborers, all altlietcd with this 
stJckujifshness, and I never can account for it 
in only one way The trouble is In the top of 
the head - a lack of brains. You never see any 
one with a good stock of common sense, but 
can conform to anything and make thomseives 
agreeable anywhere, and 1 would recommend 
everyone that haa tin idea they aro r.o much 
better than anybody else, to try and see If they 
cannot get a little more into their heads. 
Cayuga, N. Y Oct., 137a. AMELIA. 
WOMEN’S CHARM 
There is something exquisitely pleasant and 
touching—at least of a very sweet,, soft and 
winning effect—in this peculiarity of needle¬ 
work, distinguishing men from women. Our 
own sex is Incapable of any such by-play aside 
from the maiu business of lifo ; but women- be 
they of what earthly rank they may, however 
gifted with Intellect or genius, or endowed 
with artful beauty—have always some little 
handiwork ready to fill up tho tiny gap of 
every vacant moment. A needle is familiar to 
them all. A queen, no doubt, plies It on occa¬ 
sions ; the wornan-poet can use it as adroitly 
as her pen ; the woman’s eye that ha* discovered 
a new star turns from its glory to send the 
polished little instrument gleaming along the 
hem of her kerchief, or to darn a casual flaw In 
her dress. And they have tho advantage of us 
in this respect. Tho slender thread of silk or 
cotton keep? them united with the small, 
familiar, gentle Interests of lifo ;the continually 
operating influences do much for tho health or 
the character, and carry off what would other¬ 
wise bo a dangerous accumulation of morbid 
sensibility. A vast deal of human sympathy 
runs along this electric line, stretching from 
the throne of the wicker chair oft.be humblest 
seamstress, and keeping high and low in a 
specie* of common union with their kindred 
beings. Me thinks it s a token of healthy and 
gentle characteristics when women of accom¬ 
plishments and high thoughts love to sew, 
especially as they arc never more at home with 
their own hearts than when so occupied.— 
Hawthorne's Marble Faun. 
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“I V/ANT IT.” 
“I WANT IT.” 
“ You shan’t have it.” 
“ I want it, and I will have it.” 
“ I want it myself, and I’m going to keep it.” 
That’s the way the trouble generally begins. 
It. is in a mild way at first, and even tolerably 
pleasant; not scratching nor biting, nor pound¬ 
ing nor tearing, nor saying very ugly words, nor 
doubling up of little fists. 
“ l y/aut It” has caused more quarrels than 
almost anything else in the world. Often a 
quarrel has begun with a very little want, almost 
as small as a child’s doll. One side wanted It 
as much a* the other side did. The question 
got to be which tvaa the strongest? It gener¬ 
ally turned out that the strongest wanted it 
the most, and got it if It was worth having. If 
what was wanted turned out. not to be worth 
having, the strong ooo would generally lot the 
little one have It. 
To fivht for a holy principle Is noble. To 
quarrel aud snatch and try to get every good 
thing we see that belongs to other people i? not 
lovely. If you want people to love you and 
treat you kindly,begin early to treat every body 
e’.se kindly.—(rood Cheer. 
JjUadittj) for the fJmutg, 
NEEDLE-WORK. 
WHAT THIS OAK TREE SAID TO THE 
LITTLE CHILD. 
RT LAURA S. UAGXER. 
I was onoe au acorn green, 
Lying in my cradle-bed. 
Peeping through the leafy screen 
To catch the shadows overhead. 
Idly swaying all day long 
In the green and soidon light.— 
Listening lot the bluebird’s song, 
Watching tor htx sudden flight. 
Below me lay a tiny poo! 
Within the roes.-y roots’ embrace. 
With trembling shadows gray aud cool 
Upon her dimpled face. 
And woodland creatures gathered there 
For shelter from the noontide heat.; 
The dappled lawn, tho timid hare— 
’ ('was Nuture’s own retreat. 
The bright-eyed squirrel loved to view 
Her imago in the glassy lake— 
The oriole her plumage knew. 
And paused a second glance to take. 
F.’en the pale woodbine from her bower 
Leaned o’er the marge her wreaths to twine. 
And scattered dew drops In a shower 
From tendril, leaf and vine. 
By night the fairies came and danced 
In moon-lit Circles on tho grass, 
While glow -worms shone and tlre-ipes glanced 
Until the magic hour should pass. 
Thus fled my youth until one day 
1 fell into tho moldering earth,— 
In ” dull obstruction ” there I lay 
>.nd sighed farewell to song and mirth. 
But soon 1 felt my pulses move 
Respond vo ton higher life— 
Within my heart a voice of love 
Whispered of days with glory rtfe. 
And so I grew a mighty tree. 
And for a century have I stood 
Upon the very spot you sec— 
But where is now my native wood ? 
With hoary locks alone I stand 
Aud sigh for nil tho * loved and lost,” 
The monarch of a barren land 
Ry storm and tempest tos.sed. 
Oh days of youth ! my pearly crown 
I’d gladly give once more to bo 
An acorn in an acorn-cup— 
A little child like thee. 
Buckner’s Station, Oldham Co., Ky. 
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LETTERS FROM BOYS AND GIRLS,~~ 
From a Georgia Boy. 
Mr. Editor:-! have just finished reading a 
New York City boy’s letter on bis vacation, 
published In your Issue of Oct. 2. i think he 
gives au interesting account of hia vacation, 
but 1 don't like to road now, while we aro study- 
ine hard, such accounts of the good times a 
boy had during his vacation. Do you, boys? 
During my last vacation I had the pleasantest 
t rue I ever had while out of school. 1 co to 
tho High School here, and study algebra, arith¬ 
metic, Latin, physical geography, English gram¬ 
mar, swelling aud reading. I don’t like algebra, 
but am encouraged lo still pursue the study by 
being told mat many pr ibltnns in arithmetic 
can bo solved quicker by using an algebraic 
method, i always did like geography, gram¬ 
mar and spelling, while arithmetic I haven't, 
much use for. I huvo never studied Latin be- 
fore, but as I predicted, l like It, for It enables 
a person to find the root? of many English 
worda, aud hIso to ascertain very reaoiiy the 
definition of words. 
We have had One weather lor the past, week 
or so; it is always pleasant here in October, 
except when a shower of rain comes down, and 
causes tho streets to present a very muddy ap¬ 
pearance- But generally after a rain It dears 
off tine as ever, f have been very desirous for 
three or four mouths past to proouro a print¬ 
ing press, such a one as would suit an amateur 
printer. Can’t some boy who reads the Rural, 
and who has a press which he likes better than 
any other, Inform me the name, and price 
and manufacturers of that press ? I would be’ 
much obliged to him if he would. There has 
been (llteeii or twenty efforts made hero by 
boys to start an amateur journal, but tho fail- 
urns are equivalent to the attempt,*,—S, W. A., 
Atlanta , Ga. 
From a Lively Oregon Girl. 
Dear Rural Cousins— One and All: - I prom¬ 
ised to write again and tell you about my home ; 
and slnco our Cousin, YOUNG Naturalist, has 
given such a cousinly welcotno (thank you most 
kindly. Cousin,) l am going to write once more, 
for l have such faith In the Editor I trust this 
won’t find tho waste basket. My home is not 
handsome; Just an old brown farm house, as 
old as 1 am, and I am not very young. Sitting 
on the porch J can see a grain field, then hills. 
There are hills on three sides of us and the tim¬ 
bered river on the other, so we cannot see out 
of our own little nook. 1 wish Ethel, or some 
of the cousins were out boro to talk to me. I 
would not care (f their tongues were long; I 
am afraid mine is long too. I dearly love to 
ride horseback, and having a pony, ride a good 
deal. If Young Naturalist was here I think 
I could show him some rooks rat her Urge too 
to break open, unless he «hould put, a blast 
under them and run for hi ; life. I have been 
on one that, stands in sight of our house that Is 
large enough for a dozen houses, and if a per¬ 
son were to fall off It they would not be worth 
picking up. L lovn to climb over the rooks so 
well I expect I will fall off myself some day. T:f 
1 should, and Mr. Editor was to ho ar of It, ho 
would say, “ Thank goodness, that girl will not 
bother mo any more.” Please excuse my long 
letter,Mr; Editor, print it for your friend-GlPSY 
Jessie, Lane. Co., Oregon. 
From u Massachusetts Girl, 
Dear Rural Cousins :-For a long timo I 
have read your Interesting fetter*, and often 
wanted to write to you, but. havo always been 
afraid that If 1 did my letter would go into t|^e 
waste basket. My father has taken the Rural 
as long a? I can remember, and prises It above 
all other papers. 1 live In the Bay State, just a 
little way from tho Taunton River. We have a 
beautiful view of the city of Fall River, which 
is south-east of us. We.aim sp*e a great, many 
vessels as they go in and out of the river, and 
often hear tho puffing of the engines of the 
New York boat, and the rush of tho whorls 
through the water, for an hour after it starts 
out of Fall River. Just now, as f look from iny 
window, I can son several schooners In iho 
Taunton River, am) a little further out, where 
the river sets into the bay, l see a little sail¬ 
boat; but it is almost ton late in the season to 
see many pleasure boat,*. During the month * 
of June, July and August the bay and river 
present', a very pretty sight, and often during 
those months l havo counted twenty schooners 
at one time all under full sail. But very likely 
my cousins would bo glad to have messy two 
very oommon words, namely, Good-by.—M in¬ 
nie, E. M„ Swansea, Mass. 
From a Pennsylvania Ctrl. 
Dear Editor:— r have been thinking for a 
long time how I would like to see my Dame in 
the Rural among tho girl’s and h y'* letters. 
Now If this Is published perhaps I will write 
again. My father has been taking yourvUua- 
ble paper for 13 years, unu I think wo cmnot 
do without It. 1 live on the farm, go to school 
in the winter; scudy geography, grammar, 
mental and written arithmetic, and history. I 
Intend studying algebra this winter, f havo 
two little twin sisters, 8 years old. Wo call 
them Mary and Martha. And now I have a 
little baby sister, 3 week* old. f wish some of 
the Rural readers would send me a nice uamo 
for It. I will closo now, bop'ng to see this in 
the Rural.—Harriet N. W., Oakland Gross 
Roaels, Westmoreland Co. 
From a South Carolina Girl. 
Mr. Eoitor •—A little while ago l was read¬ 
ing letters from the boja and girls. I told my 
sister and cousin 1 was going to write you a 
letter. They told me it would find its way to 
the waste basket. If T soo this in your paper I 
will try again. Will ESTA please write again, 
as I agree with her in every respect about liv¬ 
ing in the country. In the summer it ia very 
pleasant, but In the,winter l don’t think so. 
Webster S. had better krep tils shirt- fronts 
apotles*, else be will never got a decent wife. 
I am sixteen, and not very toll, but slender. 
Will you please toll rne howto make a calico 
dress?—and if you will excuse for writing such 
a long letter I will say good-by.— G-kACIE S-, 
South Carolina. 
ie Duller. 
GEOGRAPHICAL EN IBMA.-No. 2. 
I am composed of 51 letters : 
My 25, 5, 20, 18, 4, 43, 12, 8, 11, 15, 7 a Mar) land 
town. 
My 1, 3,3, Is, 10, 2. 52, 17, 30 a beautiful park. 
My 32,19,21, 21,4i, 11, :;7. 22 a county of Virginia. 
My 20, in, 41, 23, 37 a port on S’. Clair River. 
My 47, 0, 39, 45, 35 a town of Maine. 
My 29, 34, 61, 49, 10,30 a town of Ontario. 
My 33, 48,50,38, 2, 40. 31 a town of Sardinia. 
My 43, 53, 54, 34, 28 a mountain of Palestine. 
My whole is a sen tenco I found in ope of the 
weekly papers. 
JdSf Answer in two weeks. Little One. 
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DECAPITATION.-No. 3. 
1. My whole is a place on which a fire is made. 
3. Curtail me, aud I am a part of the hi dy. 
•3. Curtail me again, and I mean to perceive, 
4. Then behead rne, and 1 am a part cd tho 
head. 
Answer in two weeks. it. t. s. 
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PUZZLER ANSWERS.—Oct. 2, 
Hidden Birds No. 3.—1. OUrieh : 2, Turkey; 
3. Crow ; 4. Wren ; 5, Eagle ; ft, Nightingaie ; 7, 
Hawk ; 8, Owl; 9, Snipe. 
Name Puzzle No. 2.—Maude. 
Central Puzzle No. 1.— Buffalo. 
Diamond Puzzle No. 6. - 
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Hidden Animals No. 1—1, Lion ; 2. Ox; 3, 
Goat; 4, Camel; 5, Gnu; 6, Slag; 7, Hue; 8, 
Seal; 9, Ant; 10, Rat. 
