pairing for t|r fotutg, 
BABY’S TALK. 
What do you flnt of such little star-paddies, 
Wlv fl ve little pomtB on ’em all ’e way roun’! 
Some day they’ll dit to be bid lite tny daddy’B, 
An ' dit. aU ’e white off. an’ dit a wile brown. 
Does you see those two turns stut on each corner ! 
They taste awiie nice-dust sut ’em 'an see 1 
My name is old Sweetheart an’ Uttle Jat Horner 
An J little Tom Tutter, an’ pretty babee. 
Ma wants me a dill, an’ puts on 'ese dresses, 
An’ divs me a dolly, an’ tails me her Joy; 
Pa doesn’t half lite it, an’ says he tonfcsses 
He’s velly dlad of it I turned out a boy. 
I’ve dot a boy’s hat »u, iny dear papa made me. 
An' doin' to have boots on to-morrow, perhaps; 
I’ll dit a bid man, wlv my papa to aid me. 
Too bid to have play&ns an’ sit on fotes' laps. 
I’s dittin’ so hum?’y I tant sut my finner; 
My mamma is tumrnin' to feed me, I dess; 
Turn tate me up, mamma, an' divme some dinner, 
I’ll al’ys be baby,—I dess’ 'at’s ’e bes’. 
f Oolden Hours. 
“ POCKET-MONEY FOB THE YOUNG 
PEOPLE.”—No, 14. 
AUNT FLORA. 
As there are so many ways to secu re pocket- 
money, when children are taught to help them¬ 
selves, in honorable as well as honest ways, may 
I suggest to others what I have already seen 
clone by Uttle children when the country was 
new and cash not very plenty for young or those 
older grown. Johnnie was a bright little boy, ami 
one who interested his neighbors for his welfare, 
because he was disposed to do something else 
than leaning on his mother as so many children 
do, and Capt. Blank had a garden to be kept clear 
of weeds, so he proposed to Jonnie that he should 
help him to keep his garden clear by coming 
each morning and pulling weeds, and on satur- 
d tys when there was no school, work ah hour cr 
so at a time, as many times as he was willing to 
do, through the day. Ills mend kept an account 
of the time, and paid Johnnie by the hour, with 
the understanding that he was not to waste time, 
but stop entirely when he was weary or wanted 
to play, and not attempt both work and play 
together. In this way the Uttle fellow earned 
enough to get him a new coat, and make a pres 
ant of a pair of gloves to hts sister and have 
enough left for spending-money on the Fourth of 
July. 
Succeeding so well in work made Johnnie 
anxious to earn something more, so he turned his 
attention to picking hazelnuts, and In the season 
for doing It, or before cold weather came, he had 
picked and sold three bushels of nuts to the 
grccer, lor over two dollats per bushel. This 
made Johnnie very happy, as he could get for his 
mother some luxuries which she could not have 
had without hts aid. in this, Jolmule’s mother 
shewed wisdom. She allowed him to help her 
and showed her gratitude for his willingness to 
do so, but never told him to keep It all to buy 
candles and toys with, as she knew It would 
make him selflsh to do it when, she was needy 
herself. Johnnie Is to-day a noble and useful 
man. 
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LETTERS FROM BOYS AND GIRLS, 
Our Swiss Cousin. 
Uncle True and Cousins.— This will be probab¬ 
ly the last letter that I shall address you from the 
Western Hemisphere, having now the Arm In¬ 
tention to return to my native country during 
the latter part of September; this will give me a 
ravorable chance to visit, at the same time, the 
Exposition In Paris where I have a number of 
old friends and schoolmates. I intend to stay 
there only two weeks, after which I shall pro¬ 
ceed directly to my old mountain-home whero 1 
hope to meet my parents and friends once more. 
Though it Is not without deep regret and sorrow 
that I take leave of the United States, whoso 
political, rural and religious Institutions I have 
enjoyed for almost four years, and whose Inhab¬ 
itants win leave a lasting impression upon me 
in regard to their hospitality, friendship and In¬ 
genuity ; and though it seems to me very hard al¬ 
ready to depart from the new friends I have ac¬ 
quired, during this sojourn; still I hope that they 
will write to me very often, as I shall do to them, 
and from my dear Rural relatives especially I ex¬ 
pect a constant correspondence through the 
Rural. 1 would he pleased to give them from 
time to time some nows concerning my career 
and welfare In Switzerland. Should It happen 
that Uncle True or any of my cousins ever come 
to Switzerland, 1 would be very much pleased 
to receive a call at my future residence In 
Neuliau3en, near Schaffhausen; and 1 would he 
glad, if I could he of any htdp to them In any 
way. 
You can see some of the Unest curiosities atid 
antiquities In my native city. 1 will mputlon by 
the way time our own residence was constructed 
Anno Domini 1561, and resembles a fort more than 
a peaceable farmer’s dwelling. Only a few min¬ 
utes’ drive from our farm you could see the most 
picturesque scenery of Europe; namely, the 
Falls of the Rhine, where an immense mass of 
water comes down 120 reet over numberless 
rocks, so that the noise produced by this waterfall 
can he heard sometimes at a distance of vi miles. 
At the foot of the Falls, about In the center of 
the river, nature has built, (probably for the ac¬ 
commodation of travelers) a solid rock that 
reaches about 30 feet above tl:e water surface, 
and from whence you can obtain a splendid view 
of the Falls. The water tumbles down on both 
sides of the rock In the form of snow-white 
foam, and roaring so that the universe seems 
to tremble; and the air is filled with particles of 
THE RURAL NEW-YORKER. 
AU®. 24 
water, that ascend to the zenith, where they are 1 
formed Into clouds, and I am quite sure, that If 
“Dewdrop" our Ohio cousin, would stand a half 
hour only on the top of this rock, she would bo 
transformed from a sweet looking dew-drop Into 
a very wet-looklng rain-drop! 
But Just now I remember, that this Is not at all 
the subject I intended to write about. In my last 
letter, I described the duties of the peasant wo¬ 
man, and to-day T intend to write something con¬ 
cerning our manner of faming; but as this let¬ 
ter Is almost too long already, I shall make it 
very short. In a former letter 1 told you that the 
farms In our country are generally small In ex- 
tent, and consequently they have to be worked In 
a different way from yours, lu order to secure to 
the tamers the Interest on their money Invested 
In the land. 
Mowing, raking, sowing,[etc., are done by hand. 
The area of laud Is so small and hilly, and labor Is 
so cheap, that it would not pay small farmers to 
buy machines, even it they could afford to do it. 
The use of horses on farms Is considered a lux¬ 
ury ; their special work Is all done by oxen and 
cows, that are harnessed instead or yoked up, as 
It Is here the custom. 1 think that about two- 
thirds of the farmers tn our state own neither 
horses nor oxeu. They do all their work, team¬ 
ing and plowing, with cows, which latter are 
usually hard to manage. They are mostly tickle, 
and run away at every convenient chance; and 
It Is just as If nature told them that they were 
created for another purpose. Cattle are shut up 
In the stable t he whole year round, when not in 
use, where they are fed and cleaned like horses, 
three times a day. Their rood consists In winter 
of cut hay and straw, mixed with beets, turnips 
or malt. In summer, they are fed mostly on 
green clover and lucerne. Our chief products are 
wheat, barley, rye, oats, potatoes, wine, butter 
and cheese. Butter Is made there without adding 
any salt to it, and tastes to us Europeans better 
than your finest creameries, with salt added. 
Cheese Is made mostly In the Alpine regions, and 
a great amount of it Is yearly exported to all 
parts of the world; and perhaps some of the 
Cousins have already taated “Switzer Cheese” 
in America. Wine is made la the States of 
Schaffhausen and Geneva. The land cultivated 
for this purpose embraces six and a half per 
cent, of the total area of each state. 
I will close this letter, and hope that Uncle 
True will have patience enough to correct the 
mistakes In 1L, and If it should be of any Interest 
to you I will write you again after my arrival In 
Paris, telling you about my trip across the ocean 
and something about the Exhibition. 
Expressing once more the ardent desire that 
some of you would honor me with a visit at home, 
I bid you all a hearty farewell. 
John Schrvn. 
-- 
Another Question. 
Dear Uncie True:—1 am a new Cousin, claim¬ 
ing an introduction. I like to read the letters 
from the Cousins. I think the girls have worried 
Slayerofconct'lt long enough, and the boja ought 
to take his part. As some of the Cousins have 
been asking questions, I will ask one. Where is 
the Island of Cyprus, and to what country does it 
belong ? Rob Hot. 
[Cyprus Is the most eastern of the Mediterran¬ 
ean group of Islands. At Its most easterly point 
It approaches within 65 miles of the coast of Syria, 
and on the north It approaches to within 44 miles 
or the coast of Asia Minor. It was a possession of 
Turkey, hut by recent treaty has been ceded to 
England. It Is an extremely fertile land, produc¬ 
ing wine, cotton, silk, tobacco, and variolic medi¬ 
cinal products. The Island has been a famous 
one In history. It early belonged to the Phoeni¬ 
cians, but was subsequently colonized by the 
Greeks, then passed under the rule or the Phara¬ 
ohs, Persians, Ptolemies and Romans In succes¬ 
sion, excepting a short period of Independence. 
It was one of the chief seats of the worship or 
Venus, hence called Cyprla. Salamis was one of 
Its most famous ancient seaports. At the time of 
the Crusades It was made a separate kingdom for 
Guy of Lustgnan. it then fell to the Venetians, 
the senate of the republic compelling the queen, 
Catarina Cornaro, lo abdicate. Many of you may 
have remembered seeing, at the Centenulal, the 
remarkable plcture^ln the Austrian Exhibit, of 
this queen holding her court, but the time chosen 
by the painter was after her deposition, and when 
she was living In Italy, a queen without a material 
kingdom. u. t.j 
•-AAA- 
Another Inquiry. 
Dear Uncle and Cousins:—I am here again, 
and what think you brought me? Why I came 
purposely to see whether you were all dead, too 
busy, or too Indolent to gather around Uncle 
True for our weekly chat, come, come wake up, 
or I’ll raise such a rumpU3 that you will have to. 
Instead of staying here In the dose, warm study, 
let us hie to the shady lawn, or the cool summer- 
house, and chat as merrily as of old. Now I'm 
going to threaten you all, and it Is a fearful threat 
as you may find later. Mcthlnks I hear Sir Wild¬ 
fire say, [“ What, you dare threaten us ?” Yes, 
sir, i, your little Coz; four feet eleven Inches 
tali, dare to threaten you “lords of creation,” 
standing six feet high (mare or less), and I will 
too, so here goes! 
If you don’t rouse up and make our own dear 
corner lively, by your pleasant chatter, I’ll come 
every single week, and rattle like a magpie, and 
play more pranks than a monkey upon you. 
There now! tf that don’t scare you, then noth¬ 
ing ever will, for I am an Inveterate talker aa you 
can plainly see. I ott.cn think It a good thing 1 
was not at the Tower of Babel during the con¬ 
tusion of tongues, for If I had added my ceaseless 
chatter to the general Jargon, mankind from that 
generation to this, would have been a race of 
lunatics. So beware how you tempt me to do 
i, desperate things. Well, as I have said all I 
wished, I will "fold my tent like the Arabs[and 
silently steal away.” Yours in tears, 
Madcap Mollie. 
ab bail; llcabing 
» 
Too Diffident.! 
Dear Rural Cousins :—I had the same trouble 
that Unknown had about Introducing myself, till 
at last I decided to come. However I started, and 
said what I wanted to, but now I am hero, 1 find 
there Is no one so very formidable besides Uncle 
Tine, ror most of tbe Cousins seem to have disap¬ 
peared. Now, I want to hear from you again. 
Slayerofconcelt, I think after that last letter of 
yours you deserve to be forgiven, but we don’t 
want to forget yon, too, so do Join the ranks again. 
Now, I want to ask a question (going to display 
my ignorance in the first letter, you Bee.) Who 
was Poet-Laureate Just before Tennyson? 1 
wont describe myself this time, only say that 1 
am an ordinary scbool-glrl, between the ages of 
ten and twenty, and live In a little, ijidet, not to 
say humdrum, village In the Empire state. 
If Uncle True doesn’t reject this letter, I will 
try to write a better one next time, and Uncle, 
please tell the Cousins how to direct their letters, 
and oblige Leonora. 
[Tennyson succeeded Wordsworth as Poet- 
Laureate. Address letters, Uncle True, Rural 
New Sorker, N. Y.) 
Another Scourlng-Board. 
Dear Cousins,— If I may so call you, hoping 
that I may be accepted as one, as tbe reBt tell 
their age, l will tell you rniQe. I am fourteen 
years old. Others have pets, 1 have none save 
one Uttle sister, three years old. We live on a 
farm of seventy acres. I do not have a piece of 
land, as some of the cousins do, but my brother 
and myself pick up the chestnuts and sell them. 
We sold over two bushels last year. 1 thought 1 
would try and make one of those seourlng-boards. 
I made my aunt and my cousin one, and they 
liked it very well. But. It was not like the one In 
The Rural. Have all the cousins gone to sleep, 
or where are they? Why do not they write? 
Where is young Bach? Have the gtrlsshamed 
him out ? Do not hack out, we are as good as 
they. Let me hear from you all, boys and girls. 
Wild Whistle. 
The First Answer 
Dear Rural May I be one of the cousins? i 
am a girl, fourteen years old, and live In Virginia. 
I have not noticed many letters from t he cousins 
lately. Perhaps It Is too hot to write, in regard 
to the novel question. 1 think a good novel once 
In a while does no harm; hut when any one slt.3 
up ’till two In the morning crying over one, then 1 
think it Is time they ought to stop. The author 
of “She Stoops to Conquer,” Is Oliver Goldsmith, 
ne also wrote “The Deserted village,” and The 
"Vicarof Wakefield.” Lizzie Tatlor. 
Llucolu, Va. 
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Only Two Years. 
Dear Uncle Truk and Cousins.— I have read 
your paper for one or two years, and I have been 
much interested In the letters from the Cousins. 
I should like to join you very much If Uncle True 
sees fit to put this In. I hope we shall hear from 
the Cousins often, and I should like to hear from 
Uncle Truk very much. Robin Red-Breast. 
% fuglcr. 
HISTORICAL ENIGMA. 
I An composed of 101 letters: 
My 5,14, 66,28, 68, 23 Is a river In British America. 
My 33, 35, 26, 99, 82, 8, 77, 45, 29, 70, 20 Is a river In 
Canada. 
My 34, 27, 2,20, S9, 80 ,92, 34 Is a river In Russian 
America. 
My loo, 90, 31, 80,49, 96, S3, lo, 42 is a river in U. S. 
and Canada. 
My 22. 81, 16, 27, 51, 64, «9 Is a liver in Blrrnah. 
My 43, 79, ll, 25, 61, 88, 78, 72 Is a river In Virginia. 
My 24 , 4 , 85,13, 6, 40, 93, 55, 96 Is a river in Iowa. 
My 59, 36, 19, 9, 71,76,53,65,18 Is a river lu Norway. 
My 41, 50,9, 31, co, 47, 63, 4S, 6, 87 Is a river In Min¬ 
nesota. 
My 84, 67, 101 , 44 la a river in England. 
My 91,33, 52,12, 65, hi Is a river in N. £ 3. Carolina. 
My 7, 67, i, 17 Isa river in Oregon. 
My 68, 39, 37,69 Is a river in Colorado. 
My 62, 30,82, 40, 71, 16 Is a river tn Africa. 
My 73, 22, is, 92 la a river In Russia. 
My 56, S6 Is a river in Italy. 
My 79, 35, TO, 87, 20 is a river lu Brazil. 
My 67, 74, 94 , 4 Is a river in France. 
My whole is an extract from one of Longfellow’s 
poems. 
rar Answer in two weeks. Pelio Grimes, 
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CENTRAL PUZZLE. 
Hasty; power of producing ; annoyance; capa¬ 
ble of being coaxed; direct application to a per¬ 
son. Answers are words of eleven letters each, 
and the Centrals form a nut. 
Answer In two weeks. Little One. 
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DOUBLE ACROSTIC. 
l. A rflONOUN. 2. To take to pieces. 3., A 
round room. 4. One who steals children. Ini¬ 
tials and finals form natives of two foreign 
countries. 
tar Answer la two weeks. l. o. 
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PUZZLER ANSWERS.-Auguat 10. 
Fractional Puzzle.—- Whip-poor-will.” 
Hidden Metals.— 1. Lead , z. Gold: 8 . Bras»: *. 
Plauou; 6. Silver; 6. Tin; 7. Iron; 8. Steel; 9. Ajs- 
b«»tu*; 10. Pewter ; 11. Copper; 12. Ifrome; 13. Zinc. 
Central Ptzzle.—” Judas Iteariot.” 
MY CONFIDENCE. 
I hold Thy truth, O Lord, within my heart, 
Thy law I love; 
I bold Thy cross, and try to do my part 
My faith to prove; 
I hold Thy promise. Lord, and daily pray : 
" My faith increase. 
That 1 may closer cleave to Thee, the way. 
And have Thy peace.’ 
Yet little Joy my holdinK brintra to me, 
Because I know 
That, though my soul still trusting clings to Thee, 
I may let go. 
But I am held, O Lord; Thou hast my hand. 
And Thou art strong. 
Throughout my Journey in this desert land, 
However long. 
Thou givest me support. I shall not fall. 
Though foes assail 
And pn 8s me. hard, over myself and all 
I shall prevail. 
Great Jo Thy presence and Thy pledge afford, 
Because I know 
That The u wilt not—since Thou hast given Thy word— 
Of me let go. [Sunday Afternoon. 
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THE GREAT HELP. 
“Ilappy is he that hath the God of Jacob tor his 
help, whose hope Is in the Lord his God.”— Psalm 
crlvi. 5, 
Happiness Is sought by all men. Some seek in 
one way, some In another. Many, In the gratifi¬ 
cation of self In one form or another, seek It In 
the wrong way and fall In their search. Others 
again are content to look for It In God’s way— 
where God has placed If: these find and make It 
their own. David was one of these; he knew 
where and how true happiness is to be round; 
and, guided by God’s Holy Spirit, he ha3 left be¬ 
hind him directions for the seeker In every age. 
Let us look at the picture of the happy man, as 
painted by the hand of David thus guided. 
Thu verse states, “ Happy is he that hath the 
God of Jacob ror bis help, whose hope In the Lord 
his God.” That man or child then Is happy who 
has his help from, and his hope In, the God of 
Jacob. Now, to understand this, we must know 
the character of this God. What then was He 
to Jacob? This la the first question for us to con¬ 
sider. 
If we look back at the life of tue patriarch, we 
shall find that the first mentioned Interview be¬ 
tween him and bla God is In the hour of trouble. 
In Genesis we read of him leaving his father’s 
home. One false step, one sin, has led to this 
necessary exile. Behind him Is his home, to 
which he may never return ; before hi in the land 
of strangers, to which he Is Journeying. Wel| 
may he be sad 1 But we cannot pause longer at 
this point of Jacob's history; enough for us to 
know that he was tn trouble. 
As night sets In he tarries at “ a certain place,'- 
and lies down to rest with no softer pillow than 
the stones the spot afforded. Before he laid down 
to rest, however, we can fully believe—though 
we are not told—that the son of Isaac knelt down 
In prayer to seek pardon from, and to commit 
himself to ihe care of, his father’s God. Nay, In¬ 
direct proof is given lhat he did so. 
To ifturn : while Jacob sleeps, God appears to 
him aucl comforts him with a promise—“The 
land whereon thou Heat, ” etc. (Gen. xxvlll. 13,14.) 
What a promise, when we remember the Maker 
of It! It was Jacob’s father's God who spoke It— 
One able to fulfil ft, and One who did fulfil It.; so 
we learn from the after history of Jacob. Then 
we see “ a God of promises ” was Jacob's God. 
From this portion of the patriarch’s history we 
learn too, Indirectly, that lie was a pardoning 
God. For had He not forgiven, In answer to 
prayer, the false step of Jacob lu deceiving his 
father, He would certainly not have been with 
him to keep him In his ways. 
Again, He stands before us lu the character or 
a prayer-hearing God. Jacob himself tells us 
that “He answered him In the day of hla dis¬ 
tress,” i.e. the day he left his home as a wanderer. 
We read, too, that when Jacob feared to meet his 
brother Esau, ho prayed most earnestly to his 
father's God, reminding Him of His promise and 
was answered, after using all the means In his 
powei to appease his brother’s wrath. We find 
him on (hat memorable nlgbt wrestling with God 
In prayer until the daybreak, determined to get a 
blessing. In both cases ho prevailed; in both he 
was heal'd and uuswered, for Esau was reconciled 
to him In a wonderful manner. Yea, the God of 
Jacob was preeminently a prayer-hearing God. 
Lastly, a protecting God was the God of Jacob. 
Who watched ever the patriarch lu his Journey to 
Pedaram, gulled him to his uncle’s house? iVho 
protected him while there, aud who watched over 
his Interests: Who, while permitting him to be 
punished by means of retributive justice, as seen 
in his uncle's conduct, yet blessed him on his 
leaving Laban? Who protected him rrom his 
wrath? Again, who was It protected Jacob rrom 
the well deserved anger of ills brother Esau, and 
turned the heart of that brother to Jacob? And 
lastly, when returning to Bethel, who was It pro¬ 
tected him from the “cities ” as he Journeyed on 
hlaway? Who? None other but the God of his 
father Isaac—bla own God. 
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o Christians, how Justly may that father be 
angry with hl 3 child who Is unwilling to come 
home! and how Justly may that husband he dis 
pleased with the wife who Is unwilling to ride to 
him In a rainy day, or to cross the sea to enjoy 
his company ? But Is not this your case ? is not 
this just your case, who have God for your por¬ 
tion, and yet are unwilling to die, that you may 
come to a full enjoyment of him ? 
Weak Christians are afraid of the shadow of 
the cross. 
