MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER. 
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THE BOSS AND THE BAIN. 
A ROSEBUD In a garden guy 
Hid all Kb sweetness from the day; 
Its crimson leaves were folded fast. 
Though sunbeams o’er It softly cast 
Their golden glory, and the breeze 
Sang of a thousand signs that please. 
But rippling rain at length apart 
Drew the green vestures from Its heart, 
And left It smiling In the sun, 
To life, and love, und beauty won. 
Trembled the trees, the wind waxed high, 
Swept a tierce storm across the sky, 
Then lightning like a sword-blade gleamed 
From the black clouds n torrent streamed, 
And soon the radiant leaves lmf-oarl'd 
Were scattered o'er the weeping world. 
True love is like a silver Hhuwei 
That fills with light the summer hour; 
But passion like a tempest sweeps 
All loveliness to darksome deeps. 
Bright heart of boyhood, ponder long 
The meaning of this simple song. 
ASKING. 
He stole from my boddlce a rose, 
My cheek was its color the while ; 
But, ah ! the sly rogue 1 he well knows, 
Had he ask’d It, I must have said no. 
He snatch’d from my lip* a soft kiss; 
I tried at. n frown -’twas a smile ; 
For, all! the sly rogue ! he knows tl is, 
Had he ask'd It, I must have said no. 
That "asking” in Dove’s a mistake. 
It put* one tn mind to refuse: 
’Tis best not to ask but to take; 
For It saves one the need to say no. 
Yet stay—this Is folly I’ve said ; 
Some things should be usk’d If desired : 
My rogue hopes my promise to wed; 
When he asks me, 1 will not say no. 
C10UKTESY IN THE CARS: 
LIKEWISE ON FERRY BOATS AND ELSEWHERE. 
Man la selfish enough, the world knows—and 
has known ever since Adam took of the apple 
the biggest half, then transferred nil t he blame 
to Hvk'h shoulders, llut there la one thine 
that, after years of travel upon street and steam 
cars, I have failed to prove -that i gentleman, 
through a scljlWi motive, retains Ids seat while 
a lady remains standing. I cannot recall a sin¬ 
gle Instance (except when the car was crowded) 
where an elderly woman, or one laden with 
packages, was allowed to stand young, and 
even old men giving up their seats almost Im¬ 
mediately. Suppose none of the male Hex wero 
in the Jcar, would the young, unburdened la¬ 
dles spring to their feet with the same alacrity ? 
Again. 1 have been In street ears when richly 
its well as plainly-dressed ladles wero convul¬ 
sively clutching at straps, blinds, passengers, 
anything to keep themselves upright, while 
large, powerful specimens of the opposite gen¬ 
der were comfortably seated near; but they 
were not gentlemen, and we will give them the 
credit of not pretending to be. 
Sometimes I think the ferry boat the beat 
place to study politeness—there where people 
of all classes, trades and col jrs elbow each 
other; where. If they are offended, they cannot 
stop the boat and walk fur the next one, but 
must go onto the end. 'i'Uore the gentlemen 
Invade the ladles’ cabin, monopolizing the seats, 
and, though yielding them to elderly women, 
and those with little ones in aruiB, often let the 
youuger ones stand, while they alt with a pla¬ 
cid unconsciousness of wrong that is exasper¬ 
ating. On observing more of this In New York 
City than Philadelphia, I have arrived at this 
conclusion—that man, unlike woman, cannot 
occupy himself with two or more things in the 
same moment. IT lie takes out a paper he is 
so profoundly burled In Its depths that you 
might stand In front of him a half hour with¬ 
out a supposition as to why you are there pass¬ 
ing through Ids brain. He falls Into conversa¬ 
tion with a friend, or ponders on business 
affairs, reckoning Interest, making bargains, 
Ac., while the very thing most foreign to his 
mind Is the lady at whom he is staring. Wc do 
wish, sometimes, they would confine their 
thoughts to surroundings, and realize that they 
are occupying our seat, instead of one In the 
club-room, hotel, or office—that men wouldn’t 
get so engrossed In business that their minds 
need dwell upon It to the discomfort of others. 
Yet, after all, there is not so much down¬ 
right selfishues in man as Inconsiderate preoc¬ 
cupation. It Is the restless, hurried career ot 
the New York business men that causes them 
to neglect little acts of courtesy. In Philadel¬ 
phia they are slower, more deliberate, and, In 
taking time to breathe, notice that which is 
lost to one in haste. We cannot blame men 
for disliking to occupy an apartment where to¬ 
bacco smoke is of sufficient weight to upset a 
person, and willingly give them standing space 
in the “ Ladies Cabin," but do not think it gen¬ 
tlemanly in them to there deprive us of our 
seats. Why do they not rise, en masse, and de¬ 
mand that all " locomotives ” remain outside, 
thus rendering the " Cents. Cabin” endurable. 
Politeness, with many men, seems to be a kind 
of“Sunday-go-to-meetin’ ” garb, that Is donned 
only on certain occasions, ana from which they 
emerge at the earliest possible moment. 
But there is one thing for which all honoris 
due our brave, free-hearled protectors—a true 
American gentleman never observes a woman 
employed at heavy, masculine labor without 
realizing the unfitness—never sees one of the 
weaker sex bending beneath satchels, baskets, 
bundles, etc., without wising to assist, and, if 
possible, doing so. It Is one of the surest tests 
for proving a gentleman. There are none who, 
relinquishing their seats t<> some ladles, seem 
to forget that young, liealthy-looklng women 
are, at times, hardly able to stand from weari¬ 
ness. There Is many a woman who can walk 
several hours with less fatigue than is occa¬ 
sioned by remaining In a staudiug position for 
one. If she were not tired before she will bo in 
fifteen minutes, at- the least. Men do not think 
when they look at the small bones of far too 
many of our American women— do not think of 
theltlred little feet In high, tight-fitting shoes, 
that are compelled to support an astonishing 
weight, if not in flesh, then its equivalent in 
drygoods, ir the men knew how these poor, 
abused feet uche sometimes, they would, with 
one accord, spring from their seats. We do not 
expect elderly gentlemen to do this, yet, are 
they not often mure thoughtful in auch events? 
But to change the subject. Did ,1. P. ever see 
one trying to eat green peas with a knife V I 
should think the little morsels would beget¬ 
ting out of the way just as they rdkclied the 
proper angle to be demolished. Declining chop¬ 
sticks ami fork if there chances to be move 
than a dozen In the dish, I will take a spoon, if 
you please. C. Estej.de Peierce. 
New Jersey, 1875. 
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LET US HELP ONE ANOTHEB. 
Tats little^ sentence should be written on 
every heart aiyl stamped on every memory. It. 
should he the gulden rule practiced not only in 
every houstdlohl, but throughout the world. 
By helping due another we not only remove 
thorns from the pathway and anxiety from the 
miud, but we feel a sense of pleasure In our 
own hearts, knowing wo uro doing u duty to a 
fellow creature. A helping hand,or an encour¬ 
aging word, is no loss to us, yet It is a benefit 
to others. Who has not felt the power of this 
little sentence V Who has not needed the en- 
couragement and aid of a kind friend V How 
soothing, when perplexed with some task that 
la mysterious and burthouxurno, to fed a gentle 
hand do the shoulder and to hear a kind voice 
whlsporlng, “ Do not feel discouraged. I see 
your trouble let me help you." What strength 
is inspired, what hope created, what sweet grat¬ 
itude is felt,and the great difficulty is dissolved 
as dev beneath the sunshine, Yes, let us help 
one another by endeavoring to strengthen and 
encourage the weak and lifting the burden of 
cure from the weary and oppressed, that life 
may glide smoothly on and the fount of bit¬ 
terness yield sweet waters ; ami lie,whose will¬ 
ing hand is ever ready to aid uh, will reward our 
humble endeavors, anil every good deed will be 
as "broad cast upon tlm waters to return after 
many days,” if not to us, to those we love. 
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HINTS ABOUT BEAUTY. 
There is nothing more unfavorable to female 
beauty than late hours. Women who, either 
from necessity or choice, spend most of the day 
(n bed, and the night at work or dissipation, 
have always a pale, faded complexion and dark- 
rimmed, wearied eyes. Too much sleep Is al¬ 
most as hurtful as too little, and is sure to 
blout the person with a pallid and unwhole¬ 
some fat. Diet also has a marked Influence 
i upon personal beauty. Generous living is fo- 
vorable to good looks, as it tends to fill out and 
1 give color arid sleekness to the skin. A gross 
and excessive Indulgence, however, in eating 
and drinking Is fatal to the female charms, 
especially where there is great tendency to 
1 “ making flesh.” Regularity of time in the dal- 
■ Iy repast arid scientific cooking are the best 
! means uf securing not only good health but 
i good looks. The appetite should nover be 
wasted during the Intervals between meals on 
pastry, confectionary, or any other tickler of 
the appetite, which gratifies tlnr taste, but dues 
not support the system. Exercise Is, of course, 
i essential to female beauty. It animates the 
i whole physical life, quickens the < irculatlon of 
1 the blood, hlghtens the color, develops the 
1 growth, and perfects the form of each limb and 
‘ the entire body. It also gives beauty and grace 
to every movement. 
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A Good Answer—T he conductor Oil the 
train which reached Clinton, Jud., from the 
West, recently, was so kind to an old lady when 
she got oil the train at Do Witt, ami lie ren¬ 
dered her so much assistance In getting her 
baggage to the depot, that a passenger asked 
1 him If the old lady was his mother. “O, no,” 
was the reply, " hut she I* somebody's mother." 
1 This Is the conduct of a true gentleman, and is 
1 lu strange contrast with that of the shoddy 
1 aristocracy which has grown up within the last 
' few years. 
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i Fashion An uk society is a merry-go-round, 
that first makes ua ghldy and then sick, So 
says some one who evidently knows what is 
what and is not desirous of further information 
, on the same subject. 
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Happiness floats on her work, and is prodi¬ 
gal to her favorites. As one drop of water hath 
an attraction for another, so do felicities run 
into felicities. 
leading for th^ ||oung. 
CHICKADEEDEE. 
High In the hare brown elm he swings 
And tw itters low and sweet; 
What cares be that the winter snow 
Ides white beneath his feet. 
December Is better than Mays nr Junes 
For singing the sweetest of all sweet tunes, 
Chickadee dee doe dee. 
Where are the wife and babies brown ? 
Where does the wee nest hide '! 
For trees are bare and loaves are down, 
And all the country side 
Dies crowded In the drifting snow; 
But he sings, though bitter north winds blow, 
Chiekadeu dee doe dec. 
The night shuts down with bitter cold. 
Men shiver hurrying by, 
But when morning breaks In purple and gold- 
dear 'gainst tho eastern sky, 
We see the duiuty llgure swlug, 
And hear again the sweet notes sing, 
Chickadee dee dee dee. M. M. Libby. 
THANKSGIVING AT ROBE FARM. 
. GOOD STOBY FOR YOUNG PEOPLE. 
It was the morning before Thanksgiving at 
Bose Farm, and the children had gathered in 
the kit chon to assist mamma In preparations 
of the next day's 1'eaet. It was not a holiday at 
the village school, but as company wasexpected 
at the farm sweet Cousin Florence and Unde 
Dick— a generous’ Thanksgiving dinner was 
under way, and Mrs. Maynard had consented 
to tho children remaining at home to assist her. 
Deacon Maynard, Ids wife and tboir four 
children were the occupants of Hose Farm, 
and a happier, merrier, or better disposed 
family could not be found anywhere. The 
Deacon was an intelligent farmer, who pro¬ 
vided well for his family, and who was noted 
In the neighborhood for strict integrity and a 
kind heart. Mr*. Maynard was a devoted 
wife arid indulgent mother—a comfort to the 
poor and to all who needed sympathy or aid. 
Aden. Maynard, their oldest, boy, was four¬ 
teen, handsome arid noble-hearted ; then came 
Helen, who was twelve, as amiable us her 
mother, and kuowu In the village as its pret¬ 
tiest girl. Daisy was the next step In the 
\l a ynahd staircase a romping, surety, teasing 
gypsy, with eyes hair, and complexion, as 
brown as a chestnut. She was thB most pug¬ 
nacious, looking child, you could well imagine; 
her hair was like a mop—it never would lie 
straight, but would hang over her eyes, until 
her mamma, in self-defence, had It “banged," 
for, she said, It would make the whole family 
cross-eyed looking at the unruly locks. Arthur 
Maynard, the baby, ivaa six years old, just in 
trowaers -a sweet-tempered, obedient boy, the 
pet of the housihOjd. Daisy said she loved 
him "almost to pieces," but could not help 
teasing him when he sucked his fingors, a baby 
trick in which ho still Indulged. 
The large kitchen at ltose Farm was it picture 
of home comfort on this morning before 
Thanksgiving. A broad pine table stood at 
one side on which thoro was a big yellow pump¬ 
kin, and a wooden chopping bowl filled with 
something very nice, as ono would have bup- 
po8cd, had they seen the young Maynards 
taking " little tastes " us they gathered about 
it. Then there was a pasteboard, a rolling pin, 
a pan of flour, a pot of flaky lard, and a dish of 
yellow butter. I'KOOY, the “help,” was mend¬ 
ing the lire In the brightly-blackened stove. 
Mrs. Maynard came Into the room with a big 
box of raisins, and said, “At.Kx and Daisy 
may stone raisins for the pudding, while Heden 
prepares the turkey, anil Arthur can sit on 
one end of the table and look on." 
"How many ratslns uiay we eat, mammaV” 
shouted Da ihy. “Very few, gypsy or you will 
have the stomach-ache to spoil your pleasure 
to-morrow." Alf.x said, “ 1 will have to do us 
the cabin boy on ship-board did when he atoned 
raisins for the captain's plum pudding; lie was 
compelled to whistle all the time so that he 
could not eat any." A USX and Daisy seated 
themselves, with newspapers on their laps, a 
chair standing euch side, on which were the 
box of raisins, and the dishes fur them alter 
they had been pitted. 
“ r don't think I can stand this sticky work 
very long,” said Aden, after lie had stoned 
about a dozen raisins. “ You girls had bettor 
do it and let me go to l|ie mill for the elder.’’ 
“I would not give up so soon," said Daisy, 
who declared her nose was itehlug and she 
could not scratch it for her hands were "all 
raisins.” 
Mrs. Maynard had promised Heden she 
might make the stuffing and prepare the tur¬ 
key, a task she had never undertaken. The 
twenty pound fowl was brought from the wood- 
hou-e by Peggy, where ehu had been picking 
its feathers. A pile of newspapers were lighted 
on the hearth, and the turkey being properly 
singed, Helen, knife in hand, began her work. 
“Oil! what a crop!” said Arthur; “that 
old fellow filled himself full of corn before his 
throat was cut." "Come rest in this bosom, 
said the turkey to the stuffing,” sang Daisy. 
Heden removed crop and entrails from the fine 
fat fowl, and washed him inside and out; then 
stuffed him full of savory dressing, that filled 
the kitchen with an odor “ just like Christmas,” 
as Daisy said. "Now I must take the liver and 
heart and glzzrrd and placo them In water 
ready to bo boiled and chopped for t he gravy ” 
spoke Heden, and Peggy was called to bring a 
saucepan. 
"Oh my! what a cook!" shouted Alex, as 
Daisy whispered something to him. Then she 
ran to her mother and asked her to step over 
and look at the gizzard as It lay In tho saucepan. 
All hands began laughing, except Helen, who 
was ready to cry as Arthur said, "I’ll tell 
Cousin Flor ence ; 1 guess she won’t eat any of 
(hat gravy. Mrs. Maynard came to the rescue 
and explained to Helen that the gizzard must 
be cut open and something taken out—a fact 
she had quite forgotten. 
By four o'clock that day all things were 
arranged for tho next day's dinner. Mince and 
pumpkin pies were baked, the plum pudding 
ready for steaming, the turkey in the cellar 
prepared for roasting, and the ham boiled, 
skinned and stuck with cloves. There was to 
be a rousing ohlekeu pie, and roasted ducks be¬ 
sides, and Jollies and nuts and apples In profu¬ 
sion. A wood fire was crackling on the hearth 
In the sitting room, giving the apartment a de¬ 
lightful aspect of comfort. All things were in 
readiness to receive the city visitors, which the 
five o'clock train was to bring. It was not 
without tears and Oil aching heart that Mrs. 
Maynard clasped to her heart the dead sister’s 
child. Florence's mother, Mrs. Maynard's 
only sister, had been dead but throe months, 
and the wound was fresh and sore that had 
been caused by this loss; yet with Christian 
fortitude Mrs. Maynard bore her grief resign¬ 
edly, ami resolved to make the anniversaries of 
festivity as happy for her nleoo and brother-in- 
law uh possible. That evening each child was 
reminded not to forget in tlui morrow’s merry - 
making, to give thanks to God for his many 
mercies, and In tenderness and sympathy the 
little motherless child was taught how God's 
Chastisements are often for our good. 
Thanksgiving morning broke clear and cold 
over the village of M. Tho family at Rose 
Farm were ready for church by ten o’clock, 
when the four-seated wagon was driven to the 
door, arid, wrapped well In robes, all were taken 
two miles to church. Daisy said red noses 
were fashionable that day, and so It seemed. 
An impressive sermon and a generous collec¬ 
tion for the poor, und our party were taken 
home. "What shall wo do before dinner, 
Helen V” said Alex. "We will all wulk down 
to poor lame Joe’s and carry the basket mamma 
has filled with bis dinner. 1 think cur own din¬ 
ners will taste batter after that.” Ami—off 
they started each with something for lame Joe. 
"God bless the dear children !” tho old man 
said, as they grouped around his bedside in the 
llttlo hut by the hill, Helen unpacked the 
substantials and mince pie. Old Joe’s wife pu t 
^n her hood to go for Granny Thompson to 
come and share that delicious dinner. After a 
brisk run home the children sat down with the 
family at Rose Farm to dinner. Alex satd lie 
wished to serve the gravy, as it was a new kind 
called "gizzard gravy," and only HELEN knew 
how to make It. This caused a shout to begin 
with, ami, of course, liuelu Du e and Cousin 
Florence had to he let into the secret. All 
did ample justice to the good dinner, and 
DAISY said she would have to run around be¬ 
fore she could cut plum pudding. LHnner 
ended the children started for the skating pond 
whero they whirled on Rb ley surface till dark. 
Then began the games. “ Blind man’s buff,” 
“Hide and Seek" all over the house, when 
Uncle Dick hid Alex, lu a bolster case, placed 
him on the bed, and stood tho pillows on him, 
and such a hunt an there was for him! When 
found lie declared he was nearly smothered and 
would never be a bolster again. 
Ten o'clock found the young folks at Rose 
Farm tired out, and us the family assembled 
for prayers all agreed it had been a delightful 
Thanksgiving. 
©fa fuller. 
HIDDEN ANIMALS.—No. 2. 
1. Abel, Eph anticipates a fine time, to-mor¬ 
row. 
2. I hope it will be a very fine day. 
*3. Mr. Grlawol found his mistake. 
4. One side errs as much as the other. 
5. If I cause trouble, O pardon me. 
0. Miss Faglr affected all her grief. 
7. I f you llti, expect to he despised. 
8. 1 saw a trap or cup In every house. 
9. Peter ownn a farm In Kansas. 
10. Pick up all those drab bits of cloth. 
tl. He tried In vain to mask unktndness with 
llattery. 
18. The prisoner Is a demon ; keys are useless. 
Answer lu two weeks. s. c. 
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PUZZLEB A NS WEBS.—Nov. 13. 
Illustrated Reuus No. 7.- Be honorable in 
all actions. 
Cross-Word Enigma No. 11.—Nashotab. 
Double Acrostic No. 8.—Initials, Printing; 
finals, Gas Light. 
Charade No. 8.—Cross-word Enigma. 
Transposition No. 2. 
A gclden haze conceals the horizon, 
A golden sunshino slants across the meadows; 
The pride dna prime of summer-time Is gone. 
But beauty lingers in these autumn shadows. 
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