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NOV 8 
the use of the mails for such wholesale rob¬ 
bery of the people of the United States! 
The Crown Manufacturing Company. Cin¬ 
cinnati, Ohio, “ crystardectrograpb manu¬ 
facturers,” are sending through the mails 
circulars which are, in most parts, precise 
copies of the circulars sent out by the Reliable 
Manufacturing Company, of Philadelphia, 
which offers the same sort of bait to gudgeons 
—remunerative employment in coloring photo¬ 
graphs bought of them, and which they 
promise to buy back at an advance when ar¬ 
tistically colored. The Reliable Manufac¬ 
turing Company we have already had occa¬ 
sion to denounce as a fraud; and we are 
strongly impressed with the conviction that 
the Cincinnati concern imitates it in its con¬ 
duct as well as in its circulars. The mercan¬ 
tile agencies mention neither, and we strongly 
advise our friends to have nothing to do with 
either. 
To several inquirers: the World Manufac¬ 
turing Co., of this city, is not a humbug. We 
are nsxured that the gun it offers for 812 has 
been retailed for 840, That might have been 
in war time, in greenback days! The gun is 
warth $12. One should allow a liberal dis¬ 
count for exaggeration i n ad vert Dements. One 
should expect, only 100 cents worth for $1. 
“Dr." R. C. Flower, of Boston, Mass., is a 
charlatan; the Lyons Silk Company, of the 
same place,is an exposed f rand; the credit of E. 
Mason &Co., of this city, is very moderate; 
the Brown Chemical Company, of Baltimore, 
is quite reliable. We can learn nothing about 
the Royal Templars of Temperance, whose 
headquarters are said to tie at. Buffalo, N. Y.; 
but wo have received several complaints to the 
effect that they have collected money from 
those willing to become members; and then 
dropped the matter. It is well to be always dis¬ 
trustful of concerns with highfalutin’ names 
engaged in a picayune business. Another 
warning—don’t have any dealings with the 
Standard Jewelry Company, of this city; or 
with Frederic Loway, Brooklyn, N. Y.: the 
Indiana l’aint and Rooting Company,of Phila¬ 
delphia, Pa., and Indianapolis, Ind., is trust¬ 
worthy. We d O not recommend E. G. 
Rideout, N. Y. City; we have refused to ad 
vertise the Voltaic Belt Co, Marshall, 
Mich ; 8. II. Moore & Co. of this city, is reli¬ 
able; the credit of True Ar Co. (E C. Allen 
& Co.), Publishers, Augusta, Me., is “very 
good;” that of Ogilvie & Co,, publishers of 
this city, is poor. 
REVISE THE LAND LAWS. 
GEN. WM, G. LB DUC. 
The always welcome Rural New-Yorker 
comes to me by due course of mail, and I see 
that, from this time until January 1,1886, it 
will be sent to subscribers for 82. That is to 
say, 1,049 pages, 8 vo. of valuable printed 
matter, illustrated, will be furnished for less 
than two-tenths of a cent per page! How 
can you do it? By what marvelous magic are 
the people of our times instructed and enter¬ 
tained at such little expense? 
1 wonder do you see aud appreciate your 
own growth and excellence as well as do those 
of your readers who have been familiar with 
your* efforts and ambition for years; who 
know that you waste no time in self-gratula- 
tions over things done, but with zeal that has 
often been exercised regardless of strength 
and health, your introspective inquiry has 
been, what can be done hotter and more 
worthily! 
Let me again call your attention to the 
urgent necessity of a thorough revision of the 
land laws of our Government in the interest 
of the agriculture of the United States. Tbe 
public lands are the proper heritage of the 
children of the people, citizens of the United 
States; and yet. under our laws, they are 
being transferred and possessed by non i evi¬ 
dent. foreigners in tracts embracing hun¬ 
dreds of thousands and even millions of acres! 
Syndicates and individuals, chisfly English 
and Scotch capitalists, are now. aRd have 
for some time, been actively engaged in secur¬ 
ing the most valuable agricultural, pasture 
and timber lands remaining in possession of 
tbe Government. If agricultural papers of 
wide circulation, like the Rural, would give 
attention to this matter, and keep it before 
the public by publication of details, a remedy 
would be demanded by the people, aud Con¬ 
gress would hasten to pass such laws as would 
secure to our children some portion of this, 
their heritage; and when Congress takes tins 
subject in hand, the General Land Office may 
as well be transferred from the over-burdened 
Interior Department to the Department of 
Agriculture, where it should have been long 
since, together with the Signal Service Bu¬ 
reau, now in charge of the War Department 
(where it certainly does not belong), and the 
Fish Commission and the National Museum 
now improperly attached to the Smithsonian 
Institute. 
THE RURAL NEW-YORKER. 
for Women. 
CONDUCTED BT MISC RAY CLARK. 
THE RAIN. 
De hot air rises from de parchln’ lan’, 
Wld Its scorehln'brc-ath an’ burnln’ san\ 
Ob, Rood Lawd. sen’ de rain. 
De leaf on de cotton nni withered up. 
An’ de stalk am prnj-m’ for Jest one sup, 
Ob. Rood Lawd 'i'll' de rain. 
De cuw Roes down whar de weeds Is rank, 
An’ chaw* her cud on de edRO o' de bank— 
Ob, good Lawd, sen’ de rain. 
She momfully hooks at de torturin’ fly. 
Fur de water In de pon' hah dun gone dry 
Oh, good Lawd, sen de rain. 
Oh. lay dlsdnst. 
Good Lawd, yer must— 
Oh. Murster doan yer see our need, 
De lan’ 1* baked, 
An’ our hopes Is staked 
Ob, de faith we bab In de heavenly creed. 
Ob. look at de cloud dar rlstn’ln de east. 
Like er big flock o' black birds gwlne ter de 
feast. 
Oh, good Lawd, sen’ de rain; 
LJssen at de tbun’er wld Its rumblin’ noise, 
We’se gwlnter bab a visit from de ’’cross 
road boys.” 
Oh, good Lawd, sen de rain. 
Ob. henh she eonjes wld her line o’ spears, 
Raisin’ de dust like caperin’ steers, 
Ob, good Lawd sen’ de rain: 
De earth an’ de air Ilf’ er’Joyous shout. 
Fur ye water hnb dun put de drouth ter rout, 
Oh, good Lawd, sen de rain. 
Fur de cruji we’sc raised, 
Let de Lawd be praised— 
Fur sendln’ us down dls coolin’ shower. 
We’ll all hub meat 
An’ bread fur ter cat— 
Oh, saved at Inst by de lieabenly power, 
oriE p. READ. 
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A PEEP AT THE SEASONS. 
Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter! it 
would be quite difficult to tell which could 
count the greatest number of friends. Spriug! 
we have seen eyossparkle and the color rise in 
pale cheeks at the very mention of If. “Wait 
till Spring comes.” has been the watchword 
that has kept alive a spark of hope in many 
a fainting heart. Then, too, what a lemon it 
is to watch the branches of the trees as they 
straighten themselves out after the rude blasts 
of Winter and prepare to bud at the earliest 
possible moment. The grass springs up tnak 
ing the earth beautiful. New flowers are 
born from the roots that have been frost 
covered so long. Soon, Summer comes along 
to finish tbe work that Spring begun; grasps 
the young flowers and ushers them into the 
full glory of existence. 
We rest and recreate more or less in Sum 
iner, mingle amid new scenes, make new 
friends and often the sober thoughts of life 
claim attention more readily than in the hur¬ 
rying bustling months of Fall and Winter, 
Now, for Autumn! bright, lovely, changeful 
Autumn, half sad, half gay! Autumn picks 
up Summer’s unfinished work. While we, 
with nature are robbing wood, vale and hill 
of their beauties wo learn many useful les¬ 
sons. The grasses of so many different kinds, 
the mosses, ferns, sumach, the graceful golden 
rod—and even the thistle though dangerous 
to gather because of the thorns is, when strip¬ 
ped of its coat, a lovely fluffy ornament for 
vai-e or basket—are made to grow in out of 
the way places in order to fulfill their respec¬ 
tive missions. Upon some of these lovely 
Autumn days, now with us, a view from the 
top of the tower at High Bridge will give one 
a sense of what William C. Bryant meant 
when he said in Thanatopsis, "Go forth, and 
list to Nature’s teachings.’’ You will be out 
of breath when you have reached ibetopof 
the tower, but you are repaid for it by the 
grand view thus obtained and you will find 
plenty of room up there us they say of tbe 
ladder of life. “Plenty of room at the top” 
to look around upon the glorious scene. 
As far as the eye can reach, you see stretch¬ 
ed before you hills and trees robed in a varie¬ 
gated inautle. The wind plays around and 
about them, while the subdued sunlight gives a 
tinge of late beauty over all. The water, look 
ing darker and greener than usual, the boats, 
cars, bridges, houses and sky towering above, 
help to make up a changing and wonderful 
sceue. A sad down the bay gives a pleasure 
even greater than this one. Your thought* 
will take a much wider range as the eye aud 
senses take in the beauties of the dying season 
as they are seen along the shores of Staten 
Island. 
Getting off at any one of the many land¬ 
ings the boat makes, and walking close along 
the river side, you can gather some of tbe 
prettiest leaves imaginable. Ail the trees now 
are turning rapidly, aud it will soon be too 
late to get perfect leaves, and before a great 
while, too late to get any. How sad it is, to 
step upon the dead leaves, which bears no 
trace of their former beauty. But it is im¬ 
possible to have sunshine with us all through 
our lives, and we must take the bitter with the 
sweet. 
So let us extend a welcome to bleak Winter, 
yet not so bleak after all, if we count up its 
pleasures. To the young and hardy. Jack 
Frost is looked forward to with keen delight. 
But, to the old and the feeble who must stay 
behind closed windows all through the long 
weary months, the thoughts of winter come 
with a shudder. If upon the morning of 
tbe first snow storm, these unfortunate 
ones can be wheeled to a window, where 
they can see the boys and girls ont 
with their Bled?, they canrot help but 
enjoy the sight. Then, there’s Santa Claus! 
Oh, no, we could not do without Winter. The 
aged are youtig again at Christmas time, as 
they go back with their children and grand¬ 
children to the days when they' dreamed of 
Santa Claus, and now, they would not tell the 
secret to the little on *s for the whole world. 
Let that be the work of Father Time, who all 
too soon dispells all bright illu«ions. Yes, 
many have had the happy experience por¬ 
trayed in the poet, John G, Whittier’s, lines 
on “Winter.” 
•* shat In from all the world without. 
We sat the clean winged hearth about, 
Content to let the north wind roar 
In baffled rage at pane and door, 
While the red 1or* before us beat 
The frost-11 tie back with tropic heat: 
And ever, when a louder blast 
Sho k beam and rafter as It passed, 
The merrier up It h waulnR draught 
The great throat of the chimney laughed. 
The house dog on Ills paw# outspread, 
Laid tO the Are hi* drowsy bend. 
The cat’s dnrlt silhouette oh tbe wall 
A coucbant tiger’s (teemed to falls 
And, for the winter fireside meet. 
Between the andiron’s straddling feet. 
The tnug of elder simmered alow. 
The apples spultered In a row, 
An-t, close at hand the basket stood 
With nuts from brown October’s wood.” 
VIVIAK WHITEriHLD. 
A TALK TO MOTHERS. 
The winter evenings are upon us and the 
time for games is close at. hand. Here is a 
game for the twilight hour as well. Now fol¬ 
low me in statement and question. "I am 
thiukiug of a word that rhymes with chair.” 
One of the party replies by a question, thus: 
“Is it to be bold?” The author of the thought 
answers, “It Is not dare," and repeats the 
statement. Another ask*. “Is it a pronoun?” 
again the answer comes, “It is not their.” 
Another, “Is it a place?” “It is not there.” 
“Is it a lion’s den?” "It is lair.” This is the 
true answer, the secret word, aud it rhymes 
with chair. The guesser thinks of a word, 
and the play goes on ns before. The trne 
answer must be the very word thought, of. 
If the word is fair, and the answer given, 
fare, payment for traveling, or food for 
horses, it is wrong. It is a pleasant game for 
any number of persons, and teaches to give 
clear, concise definitions, which is not quite 
so easily done on the moment as one may 
imagine. 
And mothers, while the children are thus 
busied, let me have your listening ears for 
awhile. I want to speak of the girls. Some 
one has said, “There are no girls, first babes, 
then young ladies.” ’Tis too true. The be 
ruffi»d, sash-tied little girl must neither run 
uor romp, lest the delicate fabric be torn; but 
it is, “Go out. dear, and play in the yard,” 
followed by such a long list of dont’s that 
were they remembered by the little one, there 
would scarcely be a spot she dare sit upon, or 
a stone jumped over, or—bight of bliss to a 
young child—a mud pie, or dirt spooned up 
by her own chubby fingers. Let your girls be 
girls in happy childhood as long as you can. 
In after years It will be to them a bright, 
sunny picture in memory's balls. Clean dirt 
is healthy. A mother of a pale, delicate 
child, with no seeming malady, applied to 
her physician for the cause of feebleness and 
lack of animation, so unnatural. He, know¬ 
ing her well, replied, “She is dying of neat¬ 
ness,” and urged fihe mother, as she valued 
the child s life, to dress her suitably and have 
her play out-of-doors in the dirt every plea¬ 
sant morning. At first the parent was horri¬ 
fied, but was prevailed upon to try the 
remedy, aud the best possible results followed. 
Let the little ODes romp, jump and shout; the 
lungs, feet and arms need the strengthening 
process. 
Childhood is the only one period of life free 
from care, and mothers, let the children un¬ 
der restraint, enjoy it to the full; L refer now 
to those from two to six years old. In my own 
childhood home, many children came to it 
from no homes, aud it w'as the custom of my 
mother to allow them every pleasant morning 
to play in the yard with sticks, stones, dirt, or 
what not; then at noon, or earlier if tbe sun 
was hot, to come in; afewminutes resttoeool 
off, followed by a refreshing bath, clean cloth¬ 
ing throughout, an hour’s sleep or more, and 
then a pleasant, happy child was ready for 
dinner. The afternoon was spent in the 
house with clean playthings or picture books, 
while mother sewed; but ever ready to answer 
childish questions, or comfort tumble-downs. 
Than came tha early supper of plain food, 
the nightly romp or bo peep, and tbe whita 
robed youngsters, having said tbe little verses 
and “Now I lay me dowu to sleep ” were 
ready for bed. They never asked to sit up 
longer, it did not occur to them that such a 
thing was possible, for they bad learned that 
when mother said “now** about anything, it 
meant tbe preseut moment. How much 
trouble some mothers make for themselves by 
saying one thing aud meaning another. A 
few evenings since, at a friends home, Mrs. B. 
said to her seven-year old daughter, “Come 
Nellie, it is time for bed now. unbutton your 
boots.'’ “I don’t want to go to bed yet,” moth¬ 
er is reading the papier and time goes on. 
Then again it is, “Come Nellie.it is time for 
you to go to bed, unbutton your boots,” No 
answer this time, for the curly head lies on 
the rug fast asleep, and there she remains a 
half lionr. and finally, half walking and half 
carried, goes screaming to bed. ’Ihat same 
litdeone call' me Auntie, and one day 1 over¬ 
heard her telling her mother "when Auntie 
srvs no, she means no. and when she says yes, 
she means yes.’’ W bat n comment from a 
child. 
And parents, one thought more; when your 
girls are indeed young ladies far in their teens, 
do not encourage them to leave tbe home 
nest, unless necessity compels, to seek a living. 
If Providence lifts blest you with the means, 
keep the daughters at borne 1 would not dis¬ 
parage tbe efforts of those who must earn 
their own living. The writer, since the age of 
sevenbMm. has done the same; but in every 
well regulated family there Is enough of wo¬ 
man's work to be done, and 1 believe that a 
pure, sweet, womanly character is best devel¬ 
oped within the precincts of home. 
BEATRICE BEE. 
In Camp.—Study of the Perspective. 
Domxstk Ccotvomi) 
CONDUCTED BY EMILY MAPLE. 
NOTES FROM THE KITCHEN. 
ANNIE L. JACK. 
I have long wanted a durable but colorless 
cement for broken glass, and at last have 
found oue suitable, as follows: Russian isin¬ 
glass steeped for 24 hours in alcohol, then 
boiled, stirred well, and made stiff enough to 
form a jellv when cold; strain, and when us¬ 
ing heat slightly, and hold tbe edges of tbe ar¬ 
ticle together for a few minutes. It is very 
useful in mending veneering, as it is available 
for wood as well as glass or crockery. 
Having a quantity of grape juice, I wished 
to keep it unferraented. and managed it by 
placing it id a vessel aud heating it to the 
boiling point. After skimming and straining 
out any impurities, it can be put into bot 
bottles and corked at once. The bottles must 
be full, as the slighest exposure to air causes 
it to absorb oxygen and ferment. 
As a little change in tbe usual manner of 
using cheese it is very good with macaroni. 
Parboil for ten minutes in fast-boiling, salted 
water a quarter of a pound of macaroni: 
drain well and put it into a sauce-pan with a 
little fresh butter, some milk and grated 
cbeese. with a trifle of pepper. Simmer till 
cooked. Turn out onto a hot dish, and grate 
a little more cheese over it, then brown and 
serve. 
When pears are plentiful, they are very 
nice pared, cut in halves, leaving on the stem, 
then core them with tbe point of a knife, and 
place them close together in a sauce-pan. 
Cover closely and add a few cloves and a 
little water and loaf sugar, to taste. Stew 
slowly and serve with afresh sprinkle of sugar. 
A GAME AND MAGIC. 
It is hard to find anything new and good in 
the way of games. One, which was new to 
me was played at a gathering I attended not 
long ago, and I thought it worth giving to 
the Rural. It is called 
eye buff. 
Stretch across a door a piece of white cloth 
—It should rest upon th# floor—and cut two 
