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THE RURAL NEW-YORKER. 
materials than such small pots and bottles as he 
could flnd in the kitchen. There Is a whole 
muster-roll of celebrated names In science of men 
poor in their youth, whose disinterested labors, 
pursued under every difficulty, have afterwards 
yielded benefits to the world at large. The steam 
engine Itself was brought Into practical use by 
.Tames 'Watt, who had to earn bis dally bread by 
making mathematical Instruments and repairing 
nddles, and Indeed seems to hare been glad to get 
almost any employment. 
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TO IMPROVE THE CONTOUR OF TOE ClIEST.— LOOSen 
the clothing, and, standing erect, throw the 
shoulders well back, the hands behind, and the 
breast forward. In this position draw slowly as 
deep an Inspiration as possible, and retain It by 
an increased effort, for a few seconds; then 
breathe It gradually forth. After a few natural 
breaths, repeat the long inspiration. Let this be 
done for ten or fifteen minutes every day, and in 
six weeks’ lime a very perceptible Increase In the 
diameter of the chest and Its prominence will be 
evident. 
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Jerusalem Is scarcely three miles round. 
RECENT LITERATURE. 
Centennial at Home. 
There arc thousands who visited the Centen¬ 
nial Exhibition last year without bringing home 
with them any souvenir a3 a remembrancer of 
whftt Ba rnijm would call “ The Greatest Show on 
Earth,” but such persons, many as there may be, 
need not despair, for one of our most enterprising 
publishing houses, Messrs, clay, Cassock & Co. 
of Buffalo, N. v., announces and, In fact, have 
well under way. a magnificent work, entitled 
“Treasures of Art,, Industry and Manufactures, 
as represented at the Centennial Exhibition of 
19W 
We have had the pleasure of examining proof- 
shoets of this superb work, and can say that 11 Is 
a treasure worthy of a place In every household. 
The work Is to be completed In twenty-five parts, 
at two dollars each. Kadi part will contain two 
line Illustrations in chromo, folio size, with de¬ 
scriptive letter-press in French and English. The 
work is under t he editorial charge or (ion. c. B. 
Norton, who has been officially connected with 
this and former International Exhibitions, and 
whose well-known abilities are a sufficient guar¬ 
antee uf the accuracy of whatever may appear In 
the work under consideration. 
faMts' fortfdia. 
SUMMER. 
Lo! lazy Summer, swarthy, in the sun 
Lies pautinK, with bare breasts, upon the hiUs, 
Swathing her limbs in hazes warm and dun. 
Where splendors into dusky splendors run, 
And sultry glory ail the heavens o’erlills. 
Not a white dimple stirs amid the corn, 
Not a low ripple shivers through the loaves: 
Since, wrapped in gold and crimson gleams unshorn; 
Camo, dasblOK through the oast, thn regal morn; 
No throated twitterings gurgle round the eaves. 
Flooded in sunny silence sleep the kine; 
In languid murmurs brooklets float and flow; 
The quaint farm gables in the rich li>?ht shine, 
And round them J as mined honeysuckles twine. 
And close bcsldo them sunflower* burn and blow. 
Amid the growing heat I lie. mo down. 
And into visions swarms the moted air: 
Gleams up before me many a famous town, 
Pillared and crested with a regal crown, 
Outsliimmering in an Orient purple glare. 
Lo! lowly Tiulmore, burning In its sands — 
Baal beck and Bubytou; I see slow streams 
Gliding by mosque and minaret—see. gleams 
Of seas In sunset—slips of strands. 
And drowsy Bagdad buried deep in dreams; 
See swarthy monarchs flushed in purple rings 
Of silken courtiers: through half-open doors 
Catch the spice odors, and cool of springs, 
Leaving forever in a maso of wings. 
Sec light forms danoiug over pearly floors; 
Sleeping seraglio's spire and tremulous dome, 
Winking in drowsy splendor all the day. 
See (..rest haunts whore thick the lions roam, 
See thirsty panthers splashed in bloody foam, 
I .cap terrible as lightning on their prey; 
Or stand with Cortez on a mountain peak 
Above the Aztec city—see unrolled 
Gem-th leaded shores of Montezuma weak, 
See the white temples swarming thick and sleok 
And sunny street* stretched up by towers of gold; 
See silken sails float by, ambrosial. 
Laden with spices, up u I’ersian glen; 
Or stand on Lebanon, ’mid the cedars tall, 
Or hear the sort and silver fall 
Of water down a Jut of JOarien. 
But lo! a waking shilver ih the trees, 
And voices 'mid the hay cocks in the glen; 
The sun is setting; and the crimson Heas 
Arc shaken Into splendor by the breeze, 
And all the busy world is up again! 
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PHILADELPHIA EXHIBITION NOTES. 
A* this great pictorial work will bo delivered In 
parts, at Intervals ol a few weeks, and payable 
for ou delivery, persons in moderate circum¬ 
stances, as well as tho rich, may secure It In In¬ 
stallments, without greatly feeling the expense. 
J. E. Brown, 17 Park Place, Is sole agent for this 
city, and to him subscribers may apply. 
From the I.nice* of Killurney to the Guide 
Horn. By ltKNcy M. Fiei.ii, I>. D, iCIotl 
Ximo,—up. .m6, tH.) New fork : Kcrlbner. Arr 
strong A Co. 
Perhaps It Is owing to the fact that Dr. Field 
Is "somewhat of a traveler,” that he Is able to 
write a book of travels so free from tho stereotype 
method, and having so little of the guide-book 
stylo about 11 , as he Uas done. Wo have here a 
series of letters written abroad, each ono com¬ 
plete 1« Itself, and the whole continuous. With¬ 
out cataloguing all the points of Interest, visited 
or passed, the reader Is treated to a sight of the 
general aspect of countries, considered in a moral 
as well as physical view, and often llnds himself 
forgetting that he is reading a book of travels, 
while following the deductions, conclusions and 
observations on men and things, present and 
past. 
We are glad to recommend the volume to the 
public, and are confident that no one will finish 
it without the hope that the other volume prom¬ 
ised, “From Egypt to Japan,” completing the 
record of his journey around the world, will be 
soon forthcoming. 
Will It Be ( By Mrs. Uelbn J. FORD. 
50 cents.) Boston : Boring. 
(Paper; 
It is difficult to treat with common courtesy 
suolt a production as this. “Can It be” that 
there Is a public that demands mere rubbish, and 
that publishers Und It profitable to supply it? 
But. the question Is absurd. It not only can be, 
but te so to a lamentable extent. In fact, there 
are ten such stories printed and read to one of 
even passable merit. 
Unclaimed. By an English Woman. (Paper, 60 
cents. Boston: Loring. 
Compared with the effort Just above mentioned, 
this is a story of transcendent Interest. But this 
Is not giving It. very high praise, we confess. We 
can, however, say of it with truth that the not 
too exacting reader will find It entertaining. 11 Is 
written smoothly enough, and there Is nothing In 
It to excite a mild disgust and Indignation, as In 
the former case. 
My.Woo's Wile.—By the Author of “Caste,” &c 
SrO. Philadelphia : T* B. Peterson & Bro. $1. 
We have no acquaintance with tho previous 
works of this author, but have heard them well 
spoken of, and " My Son's Wife ” would seem to 
justify those praises. All the well-worn, stereo- 
typed phrases, as to plot., characters, style, etc., 
so commonly used to extol novels, may be prop¬ 
erly applied to this one. The book is of goodly 
proportions, and Issued in the well-known form 
of Peterson’s Dollar Series. 
INTO. 3. 
The sun had boen peeping over the tin roofs but 
a short time when, gathering up lunch-basket, 
shawl-strap and little “Pip,” (our Irrepressible 
four-year-old,) our merry party started for Ihe 
Exhibition grounds. While waiting for a ear, wo 
wero accosted by a young, well-dressed specimen 
of the sterner sox—I was going to say gentlemau, 
but to this day am In doubt as to how ho should 
be classed. After making an effort to walk all 
around us, he postured immediately in front, wish¬ 
ing to know if wo wore waiting for a car. He was 
answered In the affirmative, ono of the ladles ask¬ 
ing If that was his object, as she noticed he had 
stopped there. lie tarried still longer, till the 
momentary disgust wo felt dwindled Into pity, 
then reeled away. There Is a protdem that has 
puzzled me all my life, and I would he forever 
grateful if some gentleman would solve it for mo. 
It is this:—How, in Uie name of all that Is won¬ 
derful, can a man touch a drop of Intoxicating 
liquors after having once seen its effect la the 
actions of his fellow men—the idiotic stare, the 
silly leer, the disgusting change In the whole face 
and form that would shame an ape ? 
Somewhere I have seen it stated that “a per¬ 
fect, woman is the noblest work of God.” How¬ 
ever this may bo, there is an Instinct born wlthiu 
us which prompts the desire to appear well m the 
eyes of mends and the Would, Why, even aa 
children, we know the disparaging effect of In¬ 
toxicating Uqnors, and unless demoralized by 
false teachings, abhor It, if only tor the beauty 
and peace It blots from the world. O, man! In 
your wonderful power, your mighty Influence, 
your superior physical strength and manly beau¬ 
ty—for all men or good thoughts are handsome— 
rise above this, that lowers and weakons, that 
degrades you in your own eyes and those of your 
fellow men. Well, I declare I It 1 have not begun 
a regular temperance lecture! It Is not safe for 
me te touch even the boundaries of that subject, 
for like an alarm-clock, I keep Jingling on till 
everybody wonders when the abominable thing is 
going t,o stop. 
It was Decoration Day, and even the main aisle 
of the Exhibition Building did not show a large 
attendance in the morning; but the number In¬ 
creased, and by evening there was a large throng 
near the music stand, every seat being filled; and 
at the time of the tableaux, all st-tiding space 
within sight was occupied. During the day, there 
were music by tho band, organ recitals, and a cho¬ 
rus of male voices, and In the evening the band 
helped to vary the entertainment. The building 
Is looking quite neat and most of the spaces arc 
occupied Some or the goods for sale aro quite 
reasonable In price. There Is a surprising quan¬ 
tity of sweet-scented articles at tho Jewish stand, 
and one. wonders how long the olive trees of Jeru¬ 
salem are going 1,0 lost, it was a spirit-of mischief 
that impelled me to approach, and in tone and 
accent acquired at the Centennial, ask 11 those 
were “olive goods from Dzherusalem.” The 
owner of the turban stared at my dark eyes and 
hair Incredulously, and one look at my pugnacious 
nose decided him—there was nothing Jewish In 
that. 
We sauntered slowly about till, missing “ Pip,” 
I turned hastily, and there he was, with a box or 
sardines, secured from the lunch-basket, tucked 
under his arm, marching off as If determined to 
“goon his own hook,” We compromised with 
him and took a short rest In tho Ladles’ Room, 
near by, which Is comfortably furnished for 
women and children, having always In attend¬ 
ance the kindest old colored lady, who makes you 
believe you are hor special charge when she calls 
you “ honey." From there we went, hack to listen 
to tho music, but, as usual, I found myself watch¬ 
ing the passing faces. 
They camo near having a serious accident In 
the arternoon. Two chandeliers tilled with can¬ 
dles had been hoisted high over where more light 
would be required for the tableaux. Our atten¬ 
tion was diverted from the music by the heavy 
roll of wheels as they brought the huge ilre-lad- 
der In front, and slid It along up Into space. Its 
own weight, caused 1 1 , to swing, for, to reach that 
Mght, It was necessary to make quite an exten¬ 
sion, and we watched anxiously tho telegraph 
operator who was to connect, the wires for the 
purpose of usl og electricity In lighting. Ho went 
cautiously, but steadily on, till near the top ho 
almost crept, from one round to another, the lad¬ 
der swaying beneath him luce tho branch of a 
tree. But on and up he wont till, grasping the 
chandelier, lie hung Ills hat, and composedly seat¬ 
ing himself while he executed the work of but, a 
few moments, then came, half sliding, half skip¬ 
ping, down. 
A short time afterward wo passed tho firemen 
holding again tho wheels of the large ladder, and 
looking up, discovered t-bo gentleman more than 
half way on his risky voyage up to tho other 
i handoller. Wishing to get, In a better position 
to watch bis movements, wo wont back a short 
distance, and turned In time to hear a sharp, 
warning cry from tho flremen, and sec the ladder 
begin to sway and turn slowly, falling, falling, 
carrying a human life with it In Its descent. Oh! 
how long It scorned te me, watching tho white 
face and almost proudly-orect form of tho man to 
whom Injury or death seemed Inevitable. Shaken 
from his hold, he must have been seriously hurt., 
If not killed, falling such a distance. At first 
thought, 1 reared he would Jump; but he stood 
firm until within a few feet of the steps, then 
sprang lightly down Into tho midst of tho sl-arlled 
crowd, while the ladder fell with a reverberating 
crash among tho seats and music-racks. Then 
there was danger from the rush of people. Hear¬ 
ing a loud noise, those In the distance turned to 
discover that, the ladder had fallen, and with 
cries of dismay all started, with but little regard 
as to how-thny reached the scone of the accident. 
Forgetting bis own shook, and knowing what tho 
result might be to the womou and children If tho 
crowd camo rushing wildly forward, the rnan 
sprang upon a seat, (his very presence startling 
them, as some supposed he had been killed) and 
commanded thorn to rail back. Ho Is a stranger 
to me, and I never oxpoet to see him again, but I 
wish there wero more llko him in tho world. 
In the evening I mounted to the gallery, and I 
wish I could describe to you bow llko 1 gauzy veil 
In the moonlight the fountain looked under the 
gaHllglit, with the statuary gleaming out cold aud 
white in the distance. From my elevated posi¬ 
tion I had a good chance to watch the prepara¬ 
tions for the tableaux. Tt looked comical to see 
them Hying around with bandages askew, pulling 
their companions out of bed to tlx the covers 
straight, and sitting down to tie up their own 
heads; it was remarkable how many had been 
wounded in the same place. Then, after they 
had been nicely packed away, they would raise 
up on their elbows to joko with each other; and 
as the scenes wore arranged on the stairs (a good 
Idea, as flu- audience could see all in tho rear as 
well as in front), sometimes a poor fellow would 
forget he was not on an extended floor, and 
sprawl gracefuUy under the beds, it looked 
queer to see them bringing in graves and tomb¬ 
stones, too; but 1 enjoyed it all the better after 
the curtain rose, knowing how It was all done. 
The first was “The Battle-Held,” the next “Tbe 
Hospital,” and the last “The Cemetery,” with 
children grouped about among the soldiers and 
strewing the graves with fiowers—an effective, 
beautiful scene that I regretted to leave. 
“ Aquadale.” C. Estelle Peirce. 
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A GOVERNOR’S HEROIC DAUGHTER. 
Tue Galveston News has the followingGov. 
Henderson and daughter were found on Sunday 
morning at Spring Station, International and 
Great Northern Railroad, twenty-five miles above 
Houston. They had been out and lost since Fri¬ 
day evening. Their buggy horse was exhausted. 
Miss Sophia, who drove her father—the latter a 
paralytic—took the wrong road, not knowing the 
country. Over one hundred men joined In the 
search yesterday, and came in this morning. Man¬ 
ager Itoxlo ordered a locomotive and special train 
to go arter the Governor, which left at 9.60 and 
returned with the Governor and Miss Sophia at 1 
P. M. 
Miss Henderson says that, after taking a wrong 
road on Friday, she drove all night, and on Satur¬ 
day night was put on another road, and at night 
was lost In the wilderness. Saturday morning 
damned, and found Gov. Henderson—who has 
been suffering from paralysis—fatigued. The 
horse also became Jaded and unmanageable. Miss 
Henderson, however, retained her presence of 
mind. The entire day (Saturday) was passed with¬ 
out food, and In the vain endeavor to retrace their 
steps to tho mill, they being In tbe midst of for¬ 
ests. In the evening Miss Henderson began to bo 
alarmed, but kept her fears from her father. She 
never once thought that she could Herself even¬ 
tually make her way to some habitation; but she 
trembled for tho Governor, who was scarcely able 
to walk a few yards. As the sun went down, she 
tried to drive across a gully, the whip by this time 
being worn out, and the hoise, completely given 
out, slipped back under the buggy. 
At this Juncture Miss ilenderson took her para¬ 
lytic parent by the arms, and dragged him out 
from under the vehicle, where he had fallen. It 
was then determined to abandon the horse and 
buggy, and Gov. Henderson and bis daughter 
spout tho night under a tree, tho Governor sleep¬ 
ing, but Ills heroic daughter not abutting her eyes 
On Sunday morning Mias Sophia saw that, her 
father must faint unless sustenance, was procured. 
She therefore left him, determined to make her 
way to tho mill they had left. Wandering about 
lathe wooda from fl.ao to IUO A. M , she heard 
some ox-bells and chickens, fine went up a creek 
and spent, an hour seeking a place to cross. At 
last she got to a negro cottage. An old negro took 
lier In a wagon to tho mill; the hands turned out 
('ii unvote, aud found tho Governor. 
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A LADY FREE MASON. 
There Is a story current in regard to a lady 
who, a number of years ago, was made a Free 
Mason In England under very pocullar circum¬ 
stances, she having, overheard so much of tho 
work that.lt was thought host by those who dis¬ 
covered Uor hidden near the Lodge, to Initiate her 
In order to close her mouth. A London paper Is 
authority for stating that another lady has boon 
recently admitted to the mysteries. The follow¬ 
ing Is the story:—*’ Countess nadleh has been re¬ 
ceived as a Free Mason tu a Hungarian Lodge 
under tho Grand orient of Hungary. The Count¬ 
ess la a highly-educated lady, and having studied 
and becomo well versed In Masonic litera ture, she 
was regularly proposed and seconded in an open 
Lodge, balloted for, and In due time was regularly 
Initiated. The Grand Orient of Hungary, how¬ 
ever, declare that the Initiation Is null and void, 
on the. ground that a woman is disqualified from 
being a Free Mason; and the current question 
now arises whether, jus tho Countess was actually 
Initiated, she can be refused admission to her 
Lodge.” 
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WOMEN. 
“ Beau’s ear ” Is one of the newest hues for a 
silk dress. 
Don’t open your wife’s letters. It has just cost 
a Buffalo rnan $ 500 . 
Penn Y an, N. Y., has a barber shop conducted 
by three young ladles. 
Many ladles of fashion In Paris powder their 
stockings with gold dust. 
Tnu Norwich Bulletin says sensible Americans 
will not marry Spanish women. They are all 
S’noras. 
A Detroit woman lias been thinking over the 
matter a good deal, aud she has concluded that 
tho best way to keep furs through tho summer Is 
lo put them In a refrigerator. 
A si’instkr lady of fifty remarked the other day 
that she could goalono at six months old. “ Yes,” 
said hor hateful young hair-brothor, “and you’ve 
been going it alone ever since.” 
There are 7 ,000 more women than men In the 
District of Columbia, and yet., If one woman falls 
Into tho canal and Is drowned, a great hullabaloo 
Is made about It In tho papers. 
At tho recent election In Denver, Col., tho mar¬ 
ried ladles almost Invariably gave their husband’s 
Initials, and ono or them wanted to vote for her 
husband, “ who couldn’t couic,” she said. 
Reaching home at a lato hour and perceiving 
there was medicine about, ho Inquired what It 
meant, “it means," she said sternly, “that I 
ought to have camphor you an hour ago.” 
A woman In Perry, Ohio, who was gathering 
“ vegetable oysters ” for dinner, found upon one 
of the roots a gold ring with a fiat top containing 
the Initials “ C. B.,” which was lost sixteen years 
ago. 
The triumph of a woman lies not In tho admir¬ 
ation of her lover, but in the respect of her hue- 
hand, and that only can be gained by a constant 
cultivation of those qualities which she knows ho 
most values. 
An Indiana girl at Vassar College writes to her 
parents“ Tbls Is the most stylish hairpin of a 
boarding school I ever tumbled to. I can eat four 
times a day lr I want to, and get a fair hack at 
the hush every time.” 
A Minnesota woman, whoso husband Is out 
traveling, thus closes a letter to him : 
Oil, husband, dear husband, fur thirty odd days 
I’ve tended tho stock, and done work too. 
And I'vo slept In my chamber, nil cold and alone; 
OU, husband, dour husband, have you? 
“ What do they moan by bulldozing ?“ asked an 
Inquisitive wife tho other evening. “ 1 suppose,” 
answered her husband from the recess of his 
evening paper. “I suppose they mean a bull 
that Ls half asleep.” And the Injured one kept on 
with her sewing, but said nothing.—Boston Tran- 
script. 
The Rochester Democrat Indulges in the follow¬ 
ing reminiscence“ I wish 1 were yon about two 
hours,” she said, with great tenderness. “ And 
why, my dear?” he asked, with considerable 
Interest. “ Because, sho said, toying affectionately 
with his watch chain, because then 1 would buy 
my wife a new dress.” 
