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THE RURAL NEW-YORKER. 
Ufabiitg for lottug. 
MY LOVER. 
EMMA MORTIMER WHITE. 
At last I am blessed with a lover, 
Just what a lover should be— 
Devoted and constant, and handsome. 
Handsome «s handsome can be. 
Devoted !—devoted, believe mo ! 
He never has left me a day; 
I am ever his pride and his darling’— 
Without me he cannot be gay. 
He cares for no lovelier lady; 
To him I am very fair; 
Contented he rests on my bosom. 
Kisses my Ups and my hair. 
Handsome!—his cheeks are like roses. 
His head is run over with curls, 
His forehead is as white as a snow-drift, 
His teeth glimmer clearer than pearls. 
His eyes, they are bright as the sunshine. 
With lashes that cannot bo beat, 
And then I know that you've never 
Seen such bands and such feet. 
Wealthy ? He’s careless of money— 
Money to him is but dross, 
Silver and gold, for my lover, 
Are only for pitch and for toBs, 
He must have been born to a fortune— 
He’s Uved| at his ease ever since; 
If you'd see but tbeBtylo of his dressing. 
You’d probably think him a prince. 
Shirts thick fronted with stitching. 
Silken embroidered socks; 
I think the most of his money 
He keeps in a painted box. 
He’ll show you a golden guinea 
On which he cat his first tooth, 
Strung on an azure ribbon, 
Tied with a love-knot, forsooth: 
Of teeth he has half a dozen, 
Set to the cunningest mold; 
For I am my lover's mother— 
For he is but one year old ! 
LETTERS FROM BOYS AND GIRLS. 
How to Make Candy. 
Dear Uncle True .—I see that several of our 
Cousins would like to know about making candy, 
and I am happy to tell them, because it Is fun to 
make 11 and fun to pull It and more than run to 
eat It. Hut Just let me tell “ Brown Badger,” 
that he can make corn balls out of sirup, either 
maple or West India, Just as well as out of sugar, 
only he will have to boil It longer. The halls do 
not look quite as nice, but they taste Just us well, 
and Grandmother says,the “proof of the pud¬ 
ding is In the tasteso with corn balls. 
Now couslua ■* Lizzie,” and “ Jennie, ” we will 
talk about candy, 1 suppose you will not start on 
a.greal quantity at tirst, so we will take a pound 
of granulated -ugarto commence with; then your 
corn, when you choose, double or quadruple the 
amount. Take one pound of white, granulated 
or coffee crushed sugar, put Into a porcelain ket¬ 
tle, dissolve two spoonfuls of cream-of-tartarln 
half a teacup of warm water, turn it In with the 
sugar, set It on the stove, and let the sugar 
melt slowly; when melted, set It over the lire, 
and let It boil quite rast. To know when It is done 
drop a little into a cup of cold water; If It sinks 
in a little bell to the bottom or the cup, It is done; 
now is the time to put In your flavoring; you can 
use essence of peppermint, clunamon, sarsapa. 
rllla or extract of lemon, you will need two table¬ 
spoonfuls to flavor the quantity you are making; 
stir it well into the boiling sugar. 
Butter a deep platter, and turn the sugar from 
the kettle. Into the platter. Have your hands 
clean, and rub a little butter over them; and 
when the candy Is cool enough to hold, take as 
much as you can handle Into you hand; look out, 
and do not burn your Angers, for that would spoil 
the fun. There ought to be three to work at it 
at one time; now commence to pull It gently, 
and work lively; as It grows colder, and more 
elastic, you can put It alt together, and all of 
you pull on It; It will at ttrst be a cream-color. 
Some like It so better than to pull It till it is snow- 
white; you must not taste of It too often while 
pulling it; because it evaporates very quickly, if 
you begin to let It; when It grows brittle and 
hard, take a sharp knife, and pull the candy 
Into strips, and cut it off, in equal lengths, and 
lay it on the buttered platter, set it In a cool 
place, and you will have somespleudld candy; 
and will be pretty likely to have permission to 
practice the art, quite often. 
For lemon drops, make your candy, and 
season It with lemon extract, If It Is winter have 
some snow packed In pans, and drop the candy 
on the snow to cool; if in summer, a oako of Ice 
will do Just as well; you can drop it from a spoon, 
In large or small drops, or turn it through a tlu 
collander, they are Just luscious, and they are 
clear as crystal. 
Maple sugar candy 13 made with the same re¬ 
cipe, only instead of cream-of-tartar we have 
to use sharp vinegar, this Is to keep the fluid 
from graining, instead of being stretchy. Some 
people use tartaric acid; it Is not good for the 
teeth, as It destroys the enamel and makes it 
crack, the teeth decay and ache. Fresh lemon 
juice is the best acid, but you cannot alwaya 
get them, so we use cream-of-tartar Instead. 
Molasses candy Is made of West India molasses, 
with vinegar lu It; a half cup of vinegar to a quart 
of molasses and pulled Just like our sugar candy. 
Once upon a time, not very many years ago, some 
cousins of mine,—they were none of Uncle True’s 
correspondents, but my own kin,—came to stop a 
few weeks with us. Father and mother went 
away to be gone a few hours and we asked them 
if we might make some molasses candy in the 
evening. Mother said, “ Yes, if we would be care¬ 
ful and not get burnt or spill it over the stove.” 
She told us to take a quart of molasses and put it 
Into her slx-qaart porcelain kettle. I knew how 
to make It and promised to do all right. 
Well, we started It; but the kettle was so big 
that the molasses looked small and so one of tho 
hoi's said there would not be enough to go round, 
and they took a Jug and went to the store and got 
a gallon more and turned It Into the kettle, made 
up a good fire and while we were waiting for It 
to boll we got to play and forgot all about It and 
the first we knew, It boiled over and ran all over 
the stove and floor. Just think how I felt! I had 
never tried to mop a floor but that was the first 
time! We had good candy of what was left In the 
kettle but it did Dot taste very good to me, and 
every step I took my feet stuck to the floor; and 
the rest were Just as bad. 
When mother came home she was astonished. 
You never saw such a looking house! We had 
tracked the molasses on to the sitting-room car¬ 
pet and everything we bad touched with our 
hands stuck. I knew mother would not scold; 
but I was grieved to see how hard she had to 
work to clear It up. She showed me how to clean 
the chairs; but It was a sorry Job for all of us. 
The reason sho had us take so large a kettle was, 
that It could not run over; but when you put a 
gallon or molasses Into a six-quart kettle, no 
wonder It ran over. 
I never forgot thatcandy meeting; and the hoys 
didn’t either. It was a good lesson for all of us. 
Lillie Lee. 
One Boy’s Experience. 
In a city not a great many miles from Cleve¬ 
land, Uvea a hoy whose experience may help to 
counteract the pernicious effect of the mass of 
sensational literature furnished to the boys of 
to-day. 
His parents are In comfortable circumstances, 
and the boy has never been remarkable for any¬ 
thing except a mild form of laziness, which ex¬ 
hibited Itself in a disinclination for either work 
or study. He was kept in school so long as ho 
learned anything, and then entered a store as 
errand boy. 
Here his spare time was spent In reading pa¬ 
pers (?); his spare cash devoted to their purchase, 
lie learned from the fascinating stories furnished 
by these “ papers ” that the hero always began 
his wonderful career by running away from home. 
It was the correct thing to begin at tho bottom or 
the ladder. It the boy lived near the sea, he ln- 
varlubly enlisted us cabin boy, and, after years 
of hardship and danger, returned to the poor 
town of his birth with untold wealth, and a vo¬ 
cabulary ot profanity absolutely horrifying to 
the “ old fogies” who lived honest lives and tried 
lo do as they would be done by. 
If the hero lived in same inland town, he ran 
away to the nearest large city and began his ca¬ 
reer as newsboy or bootblack. The laws of na¬ 
ture, the laws of trade, the laws of society, were 
set aside for his especial benefit; and from his 
lonely position he rose by a aeries of Impossible 
adventures and occurrences to wealth and power 
and notoriety. 
So, after a while, our would-be hero, having ac¬ 
cumulated a few dollars, provided himself with 
all the apparatus of a flrst-class bootblack, and 
started for Cleveland. A note left behind. In¬ 
formed his parents that he had “ gone to seek his 
fortune.” 
No sooner had he shown himself In Cleveland, 
however, than the young bootblacks of that city 
sought him with a zest and earnestness wholly 
unexpected by our hero. In about fifteen min¬ 
utes all desire for the life of a hero had left that 
boy, together with his ooat, his blacking-box, his 
hat and the contents of his pockets, in return 
he gained nothing but a black-eye and a bloody 
nose. 
The police finally rescued him and, instructed 
by a telegram, sent him back to his father a sad¬ 
der and an Infinitely wiser boy. 
A Contributor. 
Instruction and Comment. 
Dear Rural Cousins.— Noticing In a late Rural 
that “Bitter Sweet" would like to know how 
to make paper flowers, I wilt try and tell her 
how to make roses. 1 do not know how to 
make any other kind. 
Take tissue paper and cut fifteen round pieces, 
of three different sizes, each size about an eight 
of an Inch smaller than the preceding -one. 
Make a small hole In the center ot each, and 
cut;into each piece eight silts, (care should be 
taken not to cut them too deep so they will tear 
out,) slightly rounding the corners. Next, take 
a line wire and wind It with green paper, 
(the color of the rose,) and tie over It a smooth 
piece to make It round; then slip the pieces on 
the wire. When this Is done, cut the same kind 
of a round piece as the other from green paper, 
only a great deal smaller, and put that on last. 
It Is to represent the outer leaves of a rose, 
t have made them this way and they are very 
pretty; but if any of the girls know of a better 
way I should like very much to hoar of It. I 
hope that I have explained It so that “ B. S,” can 
make roses without difficulty. 
One thing I should like to say to the Cousins 
is this, I think It a perfect shame after the Edi¬ 
tor has so kindly given quite a space, In his 
worthy paper for the benefit of the young peo¬ 
ple, that It Is filled week after week about 
nothing hut one of the Cousins, who Is un¬ 
doubtedly no worse than a good share of us. I 
am sure I would not give much for a person who 
did not have some conceit, of course I de 
not believe tn too muoh of a good thing, but 
probably It Is Just as natural for “ Slayerofcon- 
celt” to be self-concetted, as It seems to be for the 
other Cousins to run theirs down. Now I say let 
us change the subject, and allow him rest, for 
a while at least. Why isn't It Just as easy to 
talk about books, fancy work and a host of other 
things? I am sure It would bo far more Inter¬ 
esting. I wish some of the cousins would write 
and tell howto make some kind of fancy work. 
I have made considerable and perhaps some 
time will write and tell of some of my attempts. 
Until then adieu. Myrtle. 
Fredonla, N. Y. 
How to Fill the Basket. 
“I don’t see why I can't get this lesson,” ex¬ 
claimed Frank Impatiently as he looked up from 
the grammar he was studying. 
“ I kuow, ” said Kate, “ your head la too full of 
trash to hold your lesson.” Frank looked puzzled. 
“ Well m explain," said Kate laughing; and 
taking a small basket, she lllled It with chips; 
then with a very wise look on her young face, she 
proceeded to tho pantry and brought a pan ot 
apples which she placed beside the chips. 
“Now, Frank, this basket of chips Is your 
head—” 
Frank laughed. 
Kate seeing her mistake blusliingly trledj[to 
explain that she wanted the chips to represent 
the nonsense in his head, and the apples to repre¬ 
sent his lessons. “ So you see In order to get the 
apples In you must empty out the chips.” She 
had now gone as far as she could, but Frank be¬ 
coming suddenly Interested, emptied out the 
chips and ailed the basket one by one with 
apples. As he did so a shade of disappointment 
crossed his face. 
“ The basket win at last be full,” he murmured, 
and suddenly all his exalted notions about being 
a great man were dashed to the ground. 
"Oh I know how you can get more apples In 
the basket,” exclaimed Kate Joyfully, “just peel 
them." 
“That’s so,” said Frank, “and then we could 
quarter and core them; by that means we could 
get more in, besides what we did have would bo 
the real stuff.” .still as he saw in his Imagination 
the basket of quarters, he was not satisfied. He 
stood looking at them for some time, then sud¬ 
denly hls face brightened. “Isee,"he exclaimed, 
" I’ll dry the quarters.” He picked up bis gram¬ 
mar, and went on with hls study with a satisfied 
alr - Grace Gold. 
>a(rkt(r grafting, 
% Wer. 
ENIGMA. 
My parents bred me to the sea ; 
I’ve been where man could never be. 
Oft times I’ve raged the ocean wide, 
Where all force of storms I defied, 
And lowering clouds obscured tbe sky, 
And foaming billows mounted high. 
I left the sea, grew fond of show, 
Dressed neat, and soon became a beau. 
I, like a bridegroom clad in white. 
Among the ladles, I delight. 
No more a seaman bold and rough, 
I shine at balls and am fond of snuff. 
1 attend when Chloe goes to rest— 
Cbloe Is by my presenco blest; 
No ghost nor gobliu can she fear, 
Nor midnight hag, when I am near. 
At length a burning fever came, 
Which quite dissolved my tender frame, 
And I at last light headed grew, 
Of all my Mends not one I knew, 
Great drops of sweat ran down my side, 
Aud I at last by Inches died, 
nr Answer in two weeks. c. b. h. 
GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 18 letters: 
My 5, is, 3,14, io, 6, u a city of New Jersey. 
My 12, 2 ,17,1, 5, 3 ,18 a county of Pennsylvania. 
My io, 3, 14, 14, 17, 4,9,3, 17 one of the United 
States. 
My 18 , 7, 16 , 3,14 a French city. 
My 2 ,14, 18 ,11,14 a lake of North America. 
My s, 17,18, lc a state of South America. 
My 1C, 10,17 a French pronoun. 
My 12 ,13, is, 14,11 a mountalR peak of Europe. 
My whole forms a comedy by Goldsmith, 
n” Answer in two weeks. Dr. 
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PUZZLER AN8WER8.—March 30. 
Historical acrostic.— Ampblctyonic Council. 
Miscellaneous Eniqma.—S amuel Taylor Cole¬ 
ridge. 
Biblical Acrostic.—N ebuchadnezzar. 
Diamond Puzzle.— 
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DROP-LETTER Puzzle.—T hou Shalt not bear false 
witness against tby neighbor. 
Name PuzzLE.-WInlfred. Illone. Lucinda. Hel¬ 
ena, Eugenia, Leonora. Magdalene, Ixla, Nancy, Al¬ 
exandrine; Initials form " Wilhelinlna.” 
Word-square Enigma.— 
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PRAY 
“THE CHURCH OF THE FIRST-BORN. 
(Paraphrase from Psalm 87.) 
On tbe holy mountains founded. 
Zion stands adorned with grace; 
God her walls aud towers hath bounded; 
Shines on her. His smiling lace, 
Well Jehovah loves bis Zion, 
More than all on earth beside; 
His, is love to her undying, 
'TwaB for her that Jesus died. 
Glorious things of thee, oft spoken. 
Fill the bright prophetic page; 
He, whoso pledge has ne’er been broken, 
Stand thy guard through every age, 
Babel, Tyre, each haughty nation. 
Once tliy foes—now, ’rnongst thy sons, 
Soon will shore thy gTeat salvation, 
When thy day of Glory dawns. 
But O Zion (wondrous story.) 
When thy splendors eye shall see— 
Earth shall boast her chiefest glory, 
That her eons were born in thee. 
Aye, ’twill never be forgotten, 
When the Lord inakeB up his count. 
That his chosen were begotten, 
Each one in thy Holy Mount. 
Well Jehovah will remember, 
When he notes the sons of men. 
That in thee, each mystic member. 
Of hifl house was born again. 
Then let earth's high princes, Zion, 
Joyfully thy praises sound; 
For in thee, the never-dying, 
All our springs of joy abound. 
[Christian Observer. 
Talent and Tact.— Talent Is something; but 
tact Is everything. Talent Is serious, sober, grave 
and respectable; tact is all that, and more too. 
it Is not a sixth sense, but it is tbe life of all the 
five. It Is the open eye, the quick ear, the Judg¬ 
ing taste, the keen smell, and the lively touch; 
it Is the Interpreter of all riddles, the surmounter 
or all difficulties, the remover of all obstacles. 
It Is useful in all places and at all times; Ills 
useful in solitude, for It shows a man hls way In¬ 
to the world; It Is useful in society, lor It shows 
film Ills way through the world. Talent Is power, 
tact Is skill; talent is weight, tact Is momentum; 
talent knows what to do, tact, knows how to do it; 
t alent makes a man respectable, tact will make 
him respected; talent Is wealth, tact Is ready 
money. For all the practical purposes of life tact 
carries against talent ton to one. 
Losing a day.— Every day Is a lire, and our 
whole is but a day repeated ; whence it Is that old 
Jacob numbers hls life by days, and Moses de¬ 
sires to be taught this point of holy arithmetic, 
to number not hls years but hls days. Those 
therefore that dare lose a day are dangerously 
prodigal; those that dare mlspend It, desperate. 
We can best teach others by ourselves; let me 
tell your lordship how I would pass my days, 
wlietner common or sacred, that you—or whoso¬ 
ever others, overhearing me—may either appear 
my thrlftlness or correct my errors; to whom 
is the account of my hours more due, or more 
known ? All days are Hls who gave time a begin¬ 
ning and continuance; yet some He hath made 
ours, not to command, but to use. 
Work and Wisdom.— now may the Christian 
teacher learn to adapt hls Instructions to those 
whom he Is called upon to guide? Let him be 
Instructed by the diligence and care of the hus¬ 
bandman. No wise farmer would think of sowing 
all hls lauds with the same kind of seed. Before 
he began hls labors he would study the nature 
and capabilities of every ffeld, to discover whet her 
It wore lit for pasture, for cereal crops, or for an 
orchard, and act according to the best of hls 
judgment. Nor by doing this would ho be disre¬ 
garding the power ot the Lord or providence. 
After all hla care the same sunlight, rain and dew 
would need to descend upon every part to make 
It fruitful; and only by the blessing of Heaven 
could hl3 work be crowned with success. 
The Beacon Light.—T o what shall we liken the 
warning given us by those who have mado a 
wreck of life? 
It Is the beacon light that burns above the pile 
Of sunken rocks. No mariner Is attracted by It to 
warm himself at Its blaze; hut as soon as he sees 
It he carefully steers away. Through the dark¬ 
ness of the night It sends forth a gleam like a 
lurid meteor, aud It only shines because there Is 
destruction around it. 
Many are miserable by loving hurtful things; 
but they are more miserable by having them. 
It Is not what men enjoy, but the principle from 
whence It comes, that make men happy. 
Where grace Is Improved to a considerable 
bight, it will work a soul to sit down satisfied 
with the naked enjoyment ot God without other 
things. 
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The mercy Is tho waiting man’s, but the wait¬ 
ing man must give God leave to time hls mercy 
for him. 
