SEPT, a® 
THE RURAL NEW-YORKER. 
hard, relieved NlcUn, and were 3atd to he even 
threatening Prince Nicholas’ capital when they 
were recalled to oppose the Russians, who were 
crossing the Danube. Mehemet All sucoeedod 
AbduJKerlm.the former Incompetent commander 
tn-chlef at the head of the Eastern Army, but was 
given no control over Suleiman In the west and 
Osman at Plevna. Mehemet All’s battles with 
the army of the czrro witch generally proved In¬ 
conclusive, and It Is said that the jealousy be¬ 
tween hires*lf and Suleiman was duo to the- 
slaughter of the latter’s troops in the desperate 
Shlpka Pass struggle. Mehemet AU afterwards 
attempted the relief of Plevna, but found It Im¬ 
possible at the late date of Ills effort to force hla 
way through the Russian linos. In spite of his 
111 success, Mehemet came out of the war In bet¬ 
ter favor with his sovereign and people than 
when he entered It, while his rival, Suleiman, when 
last heard of, was In disgrace and chains 
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MAGAZINES, 
Demorest’s Magazine for October contains 
some very attractive designs for house and street 
Costumes, besides much Interesting Information 
about fashions to general. Tho front page Is 
adornci with an illustration In oil, entitled Un¬ 
expected Familiarity. There are, besides, two 
full-pugo steel engravings—ono, Autumn Mtts- 
lngs, the other. Fishing Boats; a Coast Scene; 
a showy tinted group of Autumn Leaves, and 
a fashion cut, Illustrating a street costume and a 
riding habit. Country Kettle-drums Is, as usual, 
a most attractive paper. What Women are Do¬ 
ing, Domestic Science, The Kitchen Correspond¬ 
ent Class, each and all of these departments are 
admirably conducted. Women, In all classes of 
society, whatever their occupations, will And In 
every number of this magazine many valuable 
hints. 
&t. Nicholas for October,— The October num¬ 
ber of St. Nicholas opens with a very Interesting 
story, Tho Violin Village, which carries us away 
to tho mountains of tho Tyrol, and tells the va¬ 
ried adventures of a bright young goat-boy of 
that region. The two serials, Under the Lilacs 
and Dab Klnzer, are brought to a h ippy close and 
there are several good, short- stories, one of which, 
Mrs. Prlmklns’s Surprise,contains some additional 
cxplolLs of Nlmpo, whose Troubles interested the 
readers of St. Nicholas some years ago. The long- 
promised paper on Parlor Slagle Is given In this 
number, and the boys who wish to get up lively 
evening entertalumonts will be glad to see It. It 
contains plain and simple directions for the per¬ 
formance of many curious experiments. The 
French Alphabet, with, twenty-six original pic¬ 
tures, also appears, and among other useful pa¬ 
pers la one entitled How to Keep a Journal. Cut¬ 
ting the Pie, a humorous poem by Rosslter John¬ 
son, will amuse the older boys and girls, while 
Happy Little Froggy will range everybody laugh. 
A Tale of Many Tails, and Prince Cucurbit! are 
lively stretches, with pictures of novel design; 
and there are several very tunny cuts scattered 
through the number. The Very Little Folks have 
a bright poem, Uare and Hounds, with a line pic¬ 
ture by Sheppard; and the departments are, as 
usual, well filled with good things. 
Scribner for October.— The October Scribner 
opens with a twenty-page paper on the Alt- 
Schools of New York, by W. C. Brownell, tho art- 
editor of the New York World. A Company of 
Actors, by J. Brander Matthews, is an account of 
the leading theater of the world, the Comedle 
Framjalse, with much anecdote and personal gos¬ 
sip. A Trip with Lincoln, Cause and Stanton, lu 
1862, la described by Gen. Egbert L. Vlele. Arte- 
mus Ward at Cleveland, by C. C. Rulhrauff, 
shows the kindly as well as the eccentric side of 
the humorist, who was also a good deal of a prac¬ 
tical Joker. A laughable sketch of A. Ward aud 
his Grate Show, and a view of him at work (noth 
by George Hoyt, lu 1859), and his portrait, and auto¬ 
graph are given with the paper. Leo Martuus, 
the Sea-King, by Henry W. Elliott, Is an account 
of the soa-llon of Alaska. IIow Uncle G ibe Saved 
The Levee 1^ a story of the Mississippi river by 
Win L. Murfree, Sr. Miss Calderon’s German, a 
society story by W. 11. Bishop, has drawings by 
the author. The serials are Illustrated: Boye- 
Bcn’a Falconberg, by Mr. DLeliuan, who (the au¬ 
thor siys) has cleverly caught the Norse physi¬ 
ognomy ; and Roxy (which comes to a conclusion 
lu this number), by Mr. Shlrlaw. 
The ualllustrated material comprises a second 
posthumous paper by Robert Dale Owen, on 
Texas and the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo; a 
paper on Noophotiography, by the Inventor of 
the system, James Richardson, a short-hand 
writer of long experience; a sketch of College 
Journalism lu America, by Charles F. Thwlng, 
and an essay on Socialism, by Prof. W. G. Sum¬ 
ner of Yale College, who considers the historic 
origin and alms, fallacies and methods of the 
new movement. The poetry Is c Red by 
Bret H irte, James T. McKay, Mtnnm r ry, Susan 
M. Spalding, Andrew B. Saxton, Henry S. Corn- 
well and Dora Road Goodale. 
IlARPKR’S MaOAZINK FOR OCTOBER. — The tWO 
serial novels, by those great masters of fiction— 
Black and Hardy—will take the first place In the 
minds of the thousands of readers who aro follow¬ 
ing these stories from month to mouth with In¬ 
tense Interest. An equally numerous class of 
reader?,, turu to John Russell Young’s terse and 
thrilling story oi Stanley’s journey through The 
Dark Continent, one of tho illustrated articles In 
this N umber. 
A novelty in tho way of Illustration, Is a repro¬ 
duction of an okl-tline poem, Ye Bellman, by 
Robert Herrick, making a page-picture In Abbey’s 
most characteristic stylo. 
Three Thunderbolts Is a humorous Southern 
character-sketch, by Lizzie W. Ohampney, with 
two powerful illustrations by Reinhart. The 
Western Giuevra Is by Everett IIale. Little Miss 
Mouse and her Marvelous Scholar Is by the author 
of colonel Dunwoddie, Millionaire, 
Adonals, by Will Wallace Harney, Is an Illus¬ 
trated poem worthy of especial notice. Opening 
the Number, is a graphic description of a scien¬ 
tifically conducted stock and butter farm in New 
England. Another, contributed by S. M. Byers, 
our consul at Zurich describes a tunnel, now In 
process of construction beneath the Alps. Still 
another describes, with quaint Illustrations, a 
Japanese mlsslon-Bchool. Of a more distinctively 
summer character are the articles on New York 
In Summer and Around the Becomes. 
Butter Stores In Paris, by Marie Howland, Is an 
Interesting sketch, fitly supplementing the arti¬ 
cle on Echo Farm; and In a Jewish Book-store, 
by M. L. Marks, introduces the reader to some un- 
famllar characters, as well as some very novel 
Information. 
Of the unIllustrated poems, Meeting is a happy 
rendering from the Spanish, by Helen S. Conant; 
and Discord is a strong sonnet, from the pen of 
Richard Realf. 
The Editor’s Easy Chair treats of some es¬ 
pecially timely topics, and the other editorial 
summaries are, as usual, well sustained. 
Liphnootts Magazine for October contains 
two Illustrated article?, one, The Parts Exposition 
of 1878, being acontlnuatlon of Mr. E. n. Knight’s 
account of the fair. The two Interesting serials 
are supplem nted by a very charming short story 
by Robt. C. Meyers, and Lady Barker commences 
what promises to be a delightful correspondence 
In Letters From Mauritius. An Adventure In 
Cyprus, by Mr. Kcr, Is very filmy, but the poetry 
is fair, and the editorial departments sprightly. 
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BRIC-A-BRAC. 
BRAINS. 
An Epigram. 
Yov argued in your lecture with persistence 
Brains were not necessary to existence. 
It may be so; and yet’t was bold of you! 
To be the teacher aud example too. 
[George Birdseye. 
His FIRST LOVE. 
I remember 
Meeting you 
In September, 
Sixty-two. 
We were eating, 
Botb ol us ■. 
And the meeting 
Happened thus: 
Accidental, 
On the road, 
(Sentimental 
Episode) 
I was gushing. 
You were shy; 
You were blushing— 
So was I; 
I was smitten. 
So were you; 
(All that’s written 
Here is true.) 
Any money ? 
Not a bit. 
Rather funny. 
Wasn’t it ? 
Vows we plighted— 
Happy pair! 
How delighted 
People were! 
But your father— 
To be sure— 
Thought it rather 
Premature; 
And your mother 
Strange to say— 
Was another 
In the way. 
V hat a heaven 
Vanished then! 
(You were seven, 
I was ten,) 
That was many 
Years ago— 
Don’t let any- 
Body know. 
[Balto. Every Saturday. 
A BEAUTIFUL SIMILE. 
This rhyme 
Is like the fair pearl necklace of the queen, 
That burst in dancing, and the pearls were spilt ; 
Some lost, some stolen, some as relies kept. 
But never more the same two sister pearls 
Ran dowu the silken thread to catou each other 
On her whit© neck. So is it with this rhyme. 
It lives dispersedly in many haudB, 
Aud every minstrel sings it differently; 
Yet is there one true line, the pearl of pearls: 
“ Man dreams of Fatno, wuile woman wakes to love." 
[Tennyson. 
MOSKEET-HA ! 
By Ralph AUdongh. 
(Elmir’s Son.) 
If the mad slayer thinks he slays. 
Or If he scratch to ease his pain. 
He knows not well my subtle ways,— 
I sting, and sing, and sting again. 
I All all places far and near, 
Iudoors aud outdoors are the same • 
The vuuished wrigglers In me appear, 
Aud in the dark I hunt my game. 
They reckon 111 who bar me out, 
Whun me they fly I use my wings. 
There is no peace when I’m about.— 
Blood is the hymn the skeeter sings. 
O rare and dainty is my food, 
I sleep by day. I wake at even; 
But thou, meek lover of tho good, 
Grease well thy nose aud dream of heaven ! 
J. A. T., Transcript. 
“ DU BIST WIE KINK BLUME.” 
Thou art even as a flower Is, 
So gentle, aud pure, and fair; 
I gaze on thee, and sadness 
Comes over my heart unaware. 
I feel as though I should lay, sweet. 
My hands on thy head, with u prayer 
That God may keep thee alway, sweet, 
As gentle, and pure, and fair 1 
[Blackwood's Magazine. 
Jfot IH outfit. 
OOND7CTED BY MISS FAITH RIPLEY. 
SOUVENIRS. 
BY JOHN MORAN.J 
A faded rosette, a band 
That gathered the gloss of her hair, 
A glove from her flower-soft hand 
And three written words : “Mon plus cher."' 
A pansy she droppedjin the dance, 
A flutter of floss from her fan, 
A programme Bhe laid down by chance 
When the foot-moving measure began!! 
All that is left for me: you please; 
To smile at suoh trifles ; to me 
They waft a sad, fragrant breeze 
From the- isles of some outland sea. , 
She is here, even now, at my side, 
My queen with the voice like a bird’s, 
In her lissome, unconscious pride 
With her kiss that made pulses words. 
She was here. Hush ! If she be dead 
Or false, what mutter to you ? 
The old dewB in the old days shed,’ 
FecLroses, if also rue. 
Rosette and ribbon lose sheen;! 
Wbat worth is a worn, soiled glove ? 
The ten derest words oft mean 
Betrayal and death to love., 
The pansy no thought can save) 
For those who forgot its bloom; 
The floss is as light as the wave 
Of her sweet hand sealing hope’s doom. 
The programme ! ’ Tis true my name 
Was frequently there, and yet 
I have no hard words of blame; 
It is well that she could forget.; 
But for some fleet, eminent hours 
She said that she loved me best. 
And that iB the grace thatplowera 
The life of this—fool confessed. 
TO THE LADIES. 
In the next number of the Rural, 41 The Wo¬ 
man’s Club,” will have Its second representation. 
I cordially Invite contributions from all on any 
subject which can be of the least possible In¬ 
terest to women. I hope m time lo Induce a 
goodly number of our readers to send to the 
“Club” Items from their personal experiences 
whether In the kitchen, parlor, store, schoolhouse 
or church. 
It Is desirable, that this monthly interchange 
of Ideas should be made of practical use to all, 
but without the hearty co-operation of the ma¬ 
trons aDd maids of the Rural clrcie I can hardly 
hope to realize this desire. May I counc on your 
aid? Faith Rifle r. 
MAGGIE’S PHILOSOPHY. 
MRS. J. B. MC’C. 
“The hatefulest work a woman ever did,” said 
Rose, as she plumped down the clothes-basket, 
filled to the brim, and commenced, rather peevish¬ 
ly, to avsort the goods. 
“ I kuow of worse things to do than washing,” 
said Cousin Maggie, who was helping her that 
day. 
“I should like to know what?” 
“ Well, for one thing, sitting lu tho parlor with 
your Sunday clothes on, entertaining disagreea¬ 
ble people with sharp eyes, that, look you over 
critically from head to foot and rake an Inven¬ 
tory of everything In their range of vision. If 
there Is anything you particularly want to hide, 
they are sure to ferric it out. You know, too, 
from the way they “ dish up " their acquaintances 
to you, that they are preparing to serve you out 
In the same way when they leave. I know you 
would gladly plunge into the wash-tub to escape 
such an infliction." 
“ I guess Mrs. Trotter has been over to your 
house,” said Rose, with a sly glance. “Sho was 
here last week to tea. 1 guess I would prefer 
washing;” and she set out a big tub under the 
shaded porch and tilled It with clear water. 
“Just Bee how beautifully that woodbine 
shadow Is reflected In the water,” said Maggie, 
looking downwtth real pleasure. “ Whatapretty 
picture It makes.” 
“ It you can poetize over a washtub, you can 
over anything,” said Rose. 
“ I like to pick up all the crumbs of happtness I 
can as I go along," said Maggie, “that is a part of 
my philosophy. “ Beauty always gives me a 
thrill of pleasure, whenever I meet 1% and yon do 
find It sometimes lu most unexpected places. 
Now Just look for yourseif, Rosy, at that picture 
which the sun has made on your mother's white 
counterpane on the line. Was there ever any¬ 
thing more perfectly drawn than those pear 
tree branches which are shadowed on It ?” 
“ It is pret’y,” said Rose with some surprise. 
“I have seen clothes hung on that line all my 
life and never noticed the shadows berore." 
The two girls were soon bravely at work “in 
the thick of tho fight." 
“ Let mo pin back your sleeves, Rose, It Is so 
provoking to have to stop every other minute and 
shove them up. It is Just tun to have your arms 
In this nice, clean 6Udsand she played with 
the foam a moment. It did not hinder her any. 
“Speaking of disagreeable work,” she con¬ 
tinued, “ washing Is not halt so dirty work as oil 
painting. I have tried both. Indeed, 1 think 
nice washing and ironing Is quite among the fine 
arts, and the nnlshed result, adds ten Hines as 
much to tho family good and comfort as the 
finest oil pal ni l ng that ever was made. I always 
did love to sprinkle and fold down a basket of 
fresh, sweet, sun-dried clothes ready for Ironing 
next day. Tho sight of them is a recompense for 
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all the labor It cost. I am apt. to cbeer myself 
wltb this reflection as I go along.” 
“I think you are a philosopher, Maggie, hut I 
think you try to cheat yourself a great deal and 
make woik look pleasanter than It Is." 
“It Is a very Innocent kind of cheating, and 
makeB me happier over .my work, so I think there 
Is no harm done. Just try it awhile and see how 
you like It.” 
“I guess It must be catching for I have got 
along with this washing with much less grumb¬ 
ling than common. To-morrow I would like to 
see wbat pleasure you can take la lronlng^and 
baking.” 
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STATISTICS OF WOMAN’S LABOR. 
The Massachusetts report of statistics of labor, 
in many respects a valuable and Interesting vol¬ 
ume, makes one extraordinary mistake. In 
summing up the non-productive or dependent 
classes In Massachusetts, It counts np, together 
with 1781 persons “retired from business,” 6,961 
“Infirm” and 605,905 children under fifteen 
years of age, the Item extraordinary of 323,198 
housewives. Apropos to this fiction, that the 
housekeepers are a “supported” class, comes 
the journal of one day’s work by a farmer’s 
wife, who believed in the seventeen-hour law, 
and who never struck for higher wages than 
her board and clothes. “ Rose at 4.40. skimmed 
the milk, fed chickens, got breakfast ready at six. 
Dressed the baby, washed dl9bes, made the beds, 
killed the chickens, baked, ironed, got the dinner. 
After dinner went to the field and dropped corn 
till It was time to get tea. After tea *’ put away " 
the milk, washed the dishes, fed the chickens, 
sewed buttons on the husband’s shirts, mended 
the stockings, watered the house plants, crimped 
the ruffles, In baby ’a Sunday frock, and left off at 
9.30, having forgotten nothing tnat ought to have 
been done except patch 1 ng the hole In the mitten." 
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MAN AND WOMAN. 
Mrs. Roberts, In the Washington Capital, very 
truthfully remarks: Marrying a rnan to reform 
him is like being measured for an umbrella. It 
may or ir ay not be satlsfactoi’y; but you might 
as well try to make a politician honest as to talk 
to a woman who loves a man. No matter how 
worthless he may be, she will brave everything, 
for him; and I would not give a snap for her if 
shedld'nt. Not long since on the avenue 1 saw 
a man, respectable looking. In a helpless state 
of intoxication, a policeman on each side of him 
taking lilrn to the station-house; behind him 
was his wife, a young, nice-looking, well-dressed 
woman. She paid no attention to the rabble 
following or the wondering looks of the passers- 
by, but stuck by him, trying to pacify and quiet 
him. I could not help thinking how little a man 
would stand by a woman. Man Is of the “ nobler” 
sex and a superior being; but he will get a wo¬ 
man in trouble, and then leave her to get out of 
It the best she can. 
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THE MOTHER’S LIFE. 
The mother’s life is full of prose, 
From early dawn till daylight’s close. 
But oft, anaid her household cares. 
Some little poem unawares I 
Is written down withiu her heart. 
And of her life becomes a part. 
Some loving words a child may say, 
A Kolden curl long put away.; 
A half-worn shoe upon the floor. 
An outsrrown dress the baby wore, 
A broken toy or faded flower. 
May touch the heart-Btrinjrs any hour. 
The British medical association have made con¬ 
summate asses of themselves In a recent vote ex¬ 
cluding women from their membership. Their 
old articles permitted the election by branches of 
“ all duly qualified medical practitioners " recom¬ 
mended by a certain number of members, and 
under them Mrs, Garrett-Anderson and Mrs. Hog- 
gau have been chosen. A by-law was presented 
by a Birmingham doctor, making “ females ’’ Inel¬ 
igible. and, to the shameof the English doctors, 
It was passed. The solo argument was that men, 
because of tbeir sensitive modesty, were not dis¬ 
posed to discuss medical or surgical cases In tbe 
presence of women. Mra. Anderson made a 
wholly unanswerable plea for the equality of wo¬ 
men In medicine, on strictly scientific grounds, 
without a vestige of what might be called senti¬ 
mental appeal on grounds of mere equality of 
rights; but the sexual prejudice was too strong. 
In a discussion of this matter locally, some time 
ago, we believe It was confessed by some of the 
doctors that they couldn’t tell thetr customary 
stories If women were to be present at their meet¬ 
ings. Can this be tbe trouble in the great British 
association t—Springfield Republican. 
The fitness of having a woman-president for 
Vassar Is more widely recognized than we had 
dared to hope. Before Vassar existed It would 
have been difficult to flud so many believers In 
the capacity of women to hold professorships as 
now seem ready to concede that a woman may be 
found competent to a college presidency. The 
suggestion of Miss Anna C. Brackett receives, as 
as It deserves, the most deference, for she Is by 
all odds tbe must distinguished of American 
women In the theory aud practice of education. 
Good work as Vassar has done, we should expect 
from Miss Brackett’s mind and methods an origi¬ 
nal and quickening Impulse that would throw Its 
past Into the shade, vassar needs a new Inspi¬ 
ration. 
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L. M. B. of Elbrldge, N. Y., wants to know how 
to arrange skeleton leaves Into a wreath for 
framing. Wtu some Rural reader please send 
the desired information to.RURAL Office ? 
