OCT. § 
more Woolson, Edgar Fawcett, and others. The 
editorial departments are as full as usual. 
The Eclectic magazine lor October contains 
fourteen well-selected articles, besides the edito¬ 
rial departments. Mr. Edmund Guerney has the 
first paper on Music and Musical Criticism; An¬ 
thony Trollope talks about Iceland; Prof. Proc¬ 
tor has an astronomical paper, and Salnte- 
Beuve’a Critical Method is discussed by an appre¬ 
ciative writer. The Effects of Light, on Plants la 
a paper that will be of Interest to all engaged In 
horticulture; and the Rciial readers number 
many such. The Races of Asiatic Turkey is a 
timely contribution, and altogether the Eclectic 
Is an Interesting magazine. 
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BRIC-A-BRAC. 
make’s little corn. 
Mary had a little corn 
Upon her little toe. 
And everywhere that Mary went 
The corn was sure to go. 
[Camden. Post. 
And to the cooling ocean’s shore 
It followed her one day: 
But the little ache corn was so sore 
She couldn’t play croquet. 
[Island Review. 
“ What makes the corn hurt Mary so V* 
The other players cried. 
“ Because she wears her boots so tight,” 
A looker-on replied. 
[Seaside Press. 
'‘And you a little lump upon 
Tour toe can grow to suit, 
By putting on a 1 tlvo ’ Bized foot 
A number two sized boot." 
[Boston Traveller. 
And so the doctor dug it out, 
Which made poor Mary sob; 
And now no corn she knows about 
Except what’s on the oob. 
_ LN. T. Graphic. 
A Singular Vengeance upon an Extortion¬ 
ate Landlord was recently wreaked by an En¬ 
glishman who, when traveling in Switzerland, 
had been charged by an tuukeeper ten francs for 
a basin of bouillon. A few days after the land¬ 
lord received an unpaid letter from another coun¬ 
try, simply containing these ways:—" Dear Sir,— 
Your bouillon was good, but somewhat dear.” In 
about a mouth came a hamper, with every ap¬ 
pearance of being filled with unlimited pate. 1 *, but 
In reality only containing a similar letter, the 
carriage uL‘ course not being defrayed. Then en¬ 
sued a box, which arrived from the West Indies, 
labeled “ Best Coffee.” The landlord, delighted, 
pays the carriage, but only finds tbe Inevitable 
epistle. Finally the Joke became known, and was 
repeated at length In the Journals, and the un¬ 
fortunate landlord was compelled to sell out the 
hotel and to leave, to practice his wiles “ In fields 
and pastures new.” It Is needless to say that the 
purchaser at once changed the name of the un¬ 
fortunate iim. 
TWO TRUTHS. 
"Darling,” ho said, “ 1 never meant 
To hurt you," aud his eyes grew wet, 
1 would uot hurt you for the world ! 
Am 1 to blame if 1 forget 1" 
Forgive my selliBU tears," she cried, 
“ Forgive. I knew that it was not 
That you would uieau to hurt me, love j 
I knew it was that you forgot 1” 
But all the same, deep m her heart 
Rankled this thought, and rankles yet; 
When love is at its best, one loves 
So much that lie cannot forget! 
One Mrs. Vau Auken installed a Chinaman In 
her kitchen. The following conversation took 
place: 
‘‘What is your name, sir?” asked Mrs. Van 
Auken. 
“Oh, my name Ah Sin Foo.” 
“ But I can’t remember all that lingo, my man. 
I’ll call you Jimmy.” 
“Velley welle. Now whachee namee I calle 
you 7” asked Ah Sin, looking up in sweet sim¬ 
plicity. 
“ Well, my name Is Mrs. Van Anken; call me 
that.” 
“Oh, me can no ’inembel Mlsse Yanne Auken. 
Too big plecee namee. I calle you Tommy—Mlsse 
Tommy.” 
Kinkely, winkety, kangeree, 
J ujibi, Jujube, jujiburee, 
Yawfully, yofull, yigo yum, 
Floriuiu, /.orium. buukerabtim, 
Mufti, pul'ti, quilty see, 
Jiggelty, wiggelty, parohum pea, 
You can't compare with r kolamazoo 
Or an sgilatorium kangaroo. 
NOT ENGLAND’S QUEEN, BUT »yNE. 
God save my darling one, 
Fairest beneath the sun, 
God save my queen; 
Vainly may Ulo molest, 
Peace reign within her breast; 
Ever by heaven blest, 
God save my queen. 
Beam on her, gentle skies, 
flappineBB be her prize, 
God save my queen; 
If clouds about her lower. 
Harmless may prove their power 
Joy gild each passing hour, 
God save my queen. 
When time is past aud gone, 
On angel pinions borne, 
God save my queen; 
There in yon heaven nbovo, 
Home of eternal love, 
God bless my cherished dove, 
God savo my queen. 
A CORRESPONDENT WHIPS US RS fOllOWS: 
Dear Rural :—Tou say la your last Issue that 
the word “smile" la the longest in the language, 
because there is a mile between the first and last 
letters; hut here Is a louger one, “ Incontinently.’’ 
See the area between the first and last syllables. 
THE RURAL NEW-YORKER. 
$ot Momm, 
OONDV7CTED BY MISS FAITH RIPLEY. 
OLD LOVES. 
TRANSLATION EROM HENRY MURGER. 
Louise, have you forgotten yet 
The corner of the flowery land, 
The ancient garden where we met, 
My hand that trembled in your hand? 
Our lips found words scarce sweet enough, 
As low beneath the willow trees 
We sat. Have you forgotten, love ? 
Do you remember, love Louise ? 
Marie, have you forgotten yet 
The loving barter tuat we made ? 
The rings we changed, the sun that set, 
The woods full filled with sun aud shade ? 
The fountains that were musical 
By many an ancient trysting-tree— 
Marie, have you forgotten all ? 
Do you remember, love Marie! 
Christine, do you remember yet 
Your room with scents and roses gay ? 
My garret—near the sky ’twas set— 
The April hours, the nights of May ? 
The clear, calm nights, the stars above 
That whispered? They were fairest seen 
Through no cloud-veil. Remember, love! 
Do you remember, love Christine ? 
Louise is dead, and—well-a-day! 
Marie a sadder path has ta’en; 
And pale Christine has passed away. 
In southern suns to bloom again. 
Alas! for ono and all of ua— 
Marie, Louise, Christine forget! 
Our bower of love is ruinous, 
And I alone remember yet. 
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THE WOMAN’S CLUB, 
TALKS WITH CHILDREN. 
As I expect to gain useful Information from the 
“ Women’s Club,” 1 should like to be of some ser¬ 
vice, too, but feel diffident about my own ability. 
I have noticed that writers In family papers for 
some time past, have been advising mothers in 
the country to adopt the Kindergarten system in 
their families. No one can doubt tbe benefit of 
the system, If properly carried out; but la many 
working families I believe this Is simply Impossi¬ 
ble, for tbe mother cannot give the proper amount 
of time to It. There Is a plan I followed many 
years In my own family, and I found it so pleas¬ 
ant and beneficial, that I thought I would suggest 
It to those who may not have thought of any¬ 
thing of the kind. The Idea was suggested to me 
from noting the pleasure It gave the children at 
an Infant school. I call them “ Object Lessons." 
At home I gave one lesson each week, and often 
found myself belter and brighter at the end of 
the halt hour than when 1 sat down. 
Select any object with which the children are 
familiar—Bread—Fruit—Iron—Tlu—Horse-Hair— 
Wool—Intact, anything convenient. Have your 
slate in readiness, and having written the name 
of the article or object, upon It, ask the children 
Its uses and various qualities—after a. little prac¬ 
tice I have often had the children find ten or 
twelve qualities In one object—euctt quality is set 
down upon the slate as soon as found, tbe chil¬ 
dren helping, as far as they are able, to spell the 
words. When no more qualities can be found, I 
question the children as to the meaning of the 
words written down, explaining what they do not 
understand. It Is a very simple affair when once 
started, and sometimes the children would find 
articles and ask me to keep t hem for the next 
lesson. 
It brings about many pleasant talks between 
mother aud the children, and with the help of 
one or two of the good, yet cheap illustrated pa¬ 
pers that are now so well adapted tor family use, 
the time will pass pleasantly, and the children 
will learn to prefer instructive hooka to trashy 
literature. m. j. t. 
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DRESS REFORM, AND TOMATO CATSUP. 
Eds. Rural : I agree with Lillian In regard to 
“ Club” sounding fast, and as we wish to repre¬ 
sent a quiet, practical class of women, would It 
not he well to change the name 7 “Corner,” 1 think 
would be appropriate—It Is suggestive of a cozy 
nook where we 'women get together and com¬ 
pare notes, I have no desire to advocate “ Wo- 
man's Rights,” though I do believe In Independ¬ 
ent womanhood, a womanhood that enables us 
to be self-supporting and as unlike a man as 
possible; and that brings up the question or cos¬ 
tumes. I agree with.Jacquellna ihat a change 
should be made, but where can we find a woman 
In society brave enough to adopt a sensible cos¬ 
tume aud wear It on all occasions, I don’t wish 
It to be a la Dr, Mary Walker, for she tried to 
look like a man, but 1 think there might be a 
happy medium arrived at between her costume 
aud the fashionable trailing skirts. As for me, 
I rejoice lq calico and J don’t think 1 was ever 
so comfortable or happy before. 
As so many of the sisters are giving recipes, 
I would like to tell them how 1 made tomato cat¬ 
sup. I was out transplanting strawberries when 
I made the discovery that my tomatoes needed 
attending to. I gathered them (about a half 
bushel) aud decided to make them Into catsup. 
1 cut them up, put them on the stovo to cook, 
and as my life has been one that has never taken 
me Into the mysteries oi canning and pre¬ 
serving, I putoumy hat and wended my way 
across lots to my nearest neighbor (who by the 
way Is very obliging and saves mo the expense 
of a oook-book), and asked her what 1 should do 
next. She very kindly stopped her work and gave 
directions: first strain, then add sugar, spices, 
mustard no salt but a little celery seed, i came 
home feeling that I was fully competent to make 
catsup. 1 Btralned the tomatoes when lo ! 1 had 
fogotten to ask what quantity of spices to use. 
So back I went to my very amiable neighbor and 
succeeded In getting tlio correct quantity. I came 
home, finished my catsup, and decided then and 
there to own a cook-book, tor if It was no advan¬ 
tage to me, I would at least he less of a nuisance 
to my neighbors. I don’t Hue to cook anyhow, 
I think it la a nuisance, if rood would only grow 
like fruit and berries, I would’nt object to cul¬ 
tivating It from morning ’till night. Truly, I never 
tiro of out-door exercise. I can work among the 
fruits aud flowers all day, and every weed that I 
puU I feel as though I had conquered an enemy. 
The weather Is j ust now delightful. Our lovely 
harvest moon 1 b just beginning to wane, and the 
sighing of the winds among the pines reminds us 
that autumn la here. The other farmers are 
rejoicing in full crops, but I have reaped a full 
harvest of experience which I’m sure will bean 
advantage to me the coming season. The time 
for our fair Is drawing near and If the ladles 
have to do all the work this year. I’ll see to It 
that the gentleman don't get all the credit 
MUST WIVES CONFINE THEMSELVES TO 
HOUSEKEEPING 1 
The letter In Rural of -2lst Sept., addressed to 
mothers, 13 full of excellent suggestions, and It Is 
beside a timely contribution. I notice that the 
much-discussed question of the proper education 
for girls, has received a fresh Impetus from an 
article published lu the Nation a few weeks ago. 
The writer of the article lu question wants women 
to be educated to ha wives and mothers, and he 
rehearses all the old arguments; but one of his 
suggestions Is quite novel and somewhat droll. 
He thinks it should be a part of a girl’s educational 
course to be trained “to receive with equanimity 
In a faded calico gown, to a dinner of corned-beef 
and cabbage, the stranger whom a thoughtless 
husband has brought homo unexpectedly to din¬ 
ner.” How delightful it would be to attend a 
calico—corned-beet rehearsal at a girls’college! 
I should suggest that the husband be educated to 
exercise some thought In the matter and not 
bring home guests at inopportune times; but it 
Is noticeable that, while girls are always recom¬ 
mended to adapt themselves to the supposed 
wants of their prospective husbands, It Is never 
so much as hinted tint tastes and habits likely 
to add to the comfort or pleasure of the future 
wife should be developed In the boy. 
How many houses would ba more comfortable, 
how many husbands and wives happier, if women 
would only take a lesson from the young wife 
Mrs. Uarbert writes about. Poetize over 1C as one 
will, the ugly fact remains that drudgery about 
the house tends to Impair a woman’s health, to 
diminish her attractiveness, to make her narrow 
and gl veu to gossiping about the petty cares of 
her everyday life. It a woman is simply a ser¬ 
vant the wear and tear Is muen less, but when 
beside housemaid, ono has to be nurse, dress¬ 
maker, mother and hostess, It is little marvel that 
the average woman Is old and faded at 40. All 
married women cannot of course teach, but there 
is usually some one thing they can do well: why 
not turn that ono talent to account and make it 
the mean3 of adding to the family fund aud give 
over the dull routine or heavy housework lo some 
one who has no ability to do anything else? 
I know of a little woman in this city who Is a 
tasteful, rapid sewer, aud who, previous to her 
marriage, was an excellent dressmaker. She was 
married to a poor man, whose salary was then, and 
Is now, less than twenty dollars a week. Seven 
chlldreo In till have been bom to them, three of 
whom (all boys) are now llvlug—oc the folly and 
criminality of their having a family when so 
poorly off I sball have nothing to say. As may 
be Imagined, they are not comfortably housed, or 
clothed, neither can they afford nutritious food. 
A friend suggested a few years ago, that as the 
children were all older than seven years, and at¬ 
tended school, the mother might “ hang out her 
shingle. ” aud establish herself as a dressmaker. 
The husband was outraged at the Idea of his 
wife worklog “ for her living," and so she contin¬ 
ues to this day at the dreary round or housework, 
worklug beyond her strength, wearing shabby 
clothes, eating the poorest quality of food, and llv¬ 
lug tn a pestilential neighborhood—because they 
are really too poor to afford to breathe pure air— 
and, worse than all, her eldest son a youth of 
eighteen, has been compelled to leave college, 
and Is wasting hla young life In the sub-cellar of 
a large wholesale dry-goods house for the merest 
pittance, nas this woman done the best that 
she could for herself, her children and her hus¬ 
band ? Ellen Hunter. 
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SOME OBJECTIONS TO “A LETTER TO 
YOUNG MOTHERS.” 
In the Rural of the 2lst Inst, there appeared 
an article addressed to mothers. I do not think 
It will have a good effect at all on young women. 
The lady whose letter wasquoted says that house¬ 
work was distasteful to her. Very lew women do 
like to wash greasy dishes or cook In a hot kitchen, 
but they have to do It, nevertheless. I do not 
like It myself, but I believe It Is woman’s duty to 
be a good housekeeper. I do not mean she should 
know nothing beyond how to keep house. A good 
wife and mother needs the best education lu the 
world. By all means let the women receive a 
good education, but let them be accomplished 
housewives as well. 
The writer referred to tells how she engaged a 
girt to work for her, and gave music lessons her¬ 
self. 8o far, well and good; but how many women 
are really competent to leach music? Not one 
lu a dozen, perhaps. 
Mrs. Uarbert says that if a girl sho .vs talent 
for designing, art or literature, no encouragement 
Is given her. I think that Is a mistake. Look at 
the number of women artl3ts, poets and authors 
there are. As tor women In the pulpit, I will 
only quote from the Bible—the highest authority 
on the question. 8t. Paul says: “ Let your women 
keep silence in the churches.” 
As we have In the United States to-day women 
doctors, lawyers, telegraph operators, engravers, 
artists, poets, authors, editors and lecturers, I 
think women cannot complain of being kept down 
by those “ tyrannies of custom ” Mrs. Harbert so 
pathetically alludes to. Saxrev Gamp. 
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THE WAIL OF A COUNTRY BOARDER. 
I don't know that I am Justly entitled to share 
In the benefits of the Club. I am, at present, one 
of that large class known as country boarders, 
and I have not the most overwhelming respect 
for my entertainers (for which entertainment I 
pay a round sum). I suppose myself and my 
class are the legitimate objects of extortion, but 
I do not know that because one Is In sore 
need of leeching, leeches themselves are any the 
pleasanter. We were decoyed Into the land of 
Goshen by fair promises. We panted for shady 
bowers, milk, chickens, fruit, eggs, and pastoral 
loveliness generally. But we got only the Utter. 
I suppose I should warn the “ Club ” that I join 
merely for the luxury of a social grumble. I must 
tell somebody haw I have been put upon, or ex¬ 
pire! The Idea! We pay twenty dollars per 
week for a flue prospect, and semi-starvation. 
When strawberries were ripe and plentiful, and 
we were counting on a feast of this luscious fruit, 
we barely had a taste, but were graciously allowed 
to look, at the boxes upon boxes that were sent to 
market. I hope they sold for a song! And pork ! 
I have had to eat enough to become possessed of 
an evil spirit,—and I’m In no hurry to have it 
cast out, at least not until I have relieved my 
feelings before the Club, 
I think I could have submitted to all this, bad 
as It Is, but to have one's new hat (a real love!) 
copied by the village Amaryllis, and then to have 
this frightful caricature appear In church con¬ 
temporaneously with Its prototype, Is too much 
for feminine good nature. Altogether I hate the 
country; but I shall take the Rural with me 
back to the city, as It was the only good thing, 
excepting the scenery, I enjoyed. 
Mrs. James Price. 
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A PROTEST AGAINST DISH-WASHING. 
Yes, decidedly T shall join the Club, and Indulge 
In a real good howl. Wouder why some one did 
not think or such a perfectly splendid escape- 
valve before. I have often wanted to “talk back,” 
but never until now had Just the opportunity I 
coveted. 
My grievance Is simple. I hate dlsh-washlng. 
It is beyond everything repugnant to me after I 
have eaten a satisfactory dinner to rush 1’ th’ im¬ 
minent breach, grapple with a slimy, finger- 
eluding, dish-cloth, ana proceed to demonstrate 
that tiresome tact that grease lias a n affinity for 
soap. Why cannot a patent dish-washer be In¬ 
vented, or wnr oannot tbe men be Inducted into 
the buslaess? If any one thing ts calculated to 
make me regret that Herod confined hls'atlen- 
Uods to the male children of ouo feetile race. It Is 
the picture of contentment. In trowserssilting be¬ 
hind an Interesting book, and smoking a fragrant 
cigar while t am bending over the repugnant 
task. I become quite cannibalistic tn feeling, and 
I’m sure the crockery suffers, else why should 
the lord and master look up with the mlld-eyed 
wonder of a contented bovine and lazily drawl, 
“ My dear, is It reolly necessary to make quite so 
much noise?” Ueavens! 1 feel tn a frame of 
mind equal to an atrocity. My only consolation 
Is in the thought mat Horatio will have to make 
the fire In the morning t 
1 am ready to make one of a society for the en¬ 
couragement of a plan to abolish dlsh-washlng, by 
the substitution ot fig-leaves, bark, or paper dish¬ 
es, or auy other make-shllt for crockery that can 
be sent to smash alter having been once used, so 
that we may always use new material, and never 
have to wash a dish! Pots 1 will not wash: Ho¬ 
ratio has to do them! A Sufferer. 
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AN “ EDUCATIONAL ” SUGGESTION. 
I think the Club is a good idea, and it will be 
our fault If we do not make It our chief delight 
during the long wluter evenings. I think It 
should be more or loss educat ional In its scope, 
and Miss Ripley could alu us In shaping It to that 
end by suggesting some Instructive topic, say a 
course of reading. Is a course of readlqg a topic, 
though? I kuow about wbat I would like to 
have, but am not sure 1 am ready enough with 
the pen to state It clearly. In fact, I am not 
good at writing at. all; I can make butter, how¬ 
ever, with the next one, and It Is just because I 
am loo tainlllar with the churn, that I want to 
churn up my Ideas, and feel that there is some¬ 
thing in life besides the mere satisfaction of ma¬ 
terial wants. Let us see it by discussion we can¬ 
not improve the social aspects ot farm life. 
Julia B. A. 
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WANTED, TO EXCHANGE. 
I have for exchange designs and directions for 
fretwork in perforated card, worth $ 1 ; also fine 
garden flowers—Chrysanthemums, Phlox, blue 
and white Myrtles, herbaceous Spiraeas, Physos- 
tegia, Sc., Ac.—beside many of our splendid wild 
plants,—Ferns, white and blue Violets. Burning 
Bush. My wants are: a pair of neatly-worked 
pillow shams, a tasteful cotton chair tidy, the 
poems of L. E. L. or the works of DtckeDs—lu a 
readable condition. Will guarantee the senders 
full satisfaction. Address, for a tew weeks, 
M. M. B-, 
Sycamore Dale, W, Va. 
