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THE RURAL NEW-YORKER. 
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tion here of the Globe M’Fg Co., Boston. 
Mass., its circulars are still forwarded to us 
with inquiries as to its “reliability.” This is 
one of the several concerns each of which is 
the original inventor of the “oleograph,” 
They all offer to “ladies and gentlemen” work 
by which they can easily earn from f 10 to $20 
a week at home, by working only whenever 
they please, by coloring the oleographs, which 
will be bought back by the concerns—at 60 
cents each in case of the G. M. Co. All these 
concerns want to sell “outfits” as a prelimi¬ 
nary. The G. M. Co. only asks $1 for “sam¬ 
ple pictures for trial”and instructions; but 
colors, etc., etc., are sure to run up the bill 
considerably higher before the dupe see? that 
he is being swindled and “cuts” the concern. 
Not one of this class of swindlers keeps his 
agreement to buy back the colored pictures; 
all they all want is to sell the “outfits” and get 
as much as possible out of their victims “Cau¬ 
tion! Beware of Imitations!" shouts the G. M. 
Co.. ,i ttS t as the fleeing rogue cries “Stop 
thief!” 
We do not recommend the guns of Parker 
& Co., of this city, or the firm itself. The $12 
magic lantern of the World Manufacturing 
Company is worth the money. George L. 
Peters & Co. profess to run the “Fairmount 
Nurseries" at Troy, Ohio; Topeka, Kansas; 
and Lernars, Iowa; but they are unknown 
to the mercantile agencies as conducting a 
legitimate business in any of these places. It 
will be safe for our friends to leave tne.se nur¬ 
serymen severely alone. The credit of Davis 
& Sutton, produce dealers, this city, is “very 
good,” capital from $75,000 to $100,000, We 
do not recommend Jacob Winz & Co., nurse¬ 
rymen, Rochester, N. Y. The Household 
Journal, published by E. G. Rideout & Co., of 
this city, was “suspended,” a year ago, on the 
arrest of the publisher on the charge of carry¬ 
ing on a lottery business, on complaint of An¬ 
thony Comstock, Agent of the Society for 
the Suppression of Vice. A fnll account of 
the entire affair was given in the Eye-opener 
of the issue for February 16 last year. The 
Household Magazine shared the same fate. 
We don’t recommend any of our friends to 
deal with this concern. 
We don’t recommend J. Linn & Co., of this 
city. The “French dolls” advertised exten¬ 
sively in the papers all over the country, are 
mere bits of paper. The publication office of 
Hearn’s Funny Folks’ Weekly in this city is a 
little room on the fifth floor of a building on 
Broadway. Nobody knows anything for or 
against such an insignificant concern—not 
even the advertising agents. 
Citctunj. 
BOOKS RECEIVED. 
Comforting Thoughts. Spoken by Henry 
Ward Beecher in sermons, addresses and 
prayers. Arranged by Irene Ovington. 
Folds, Howard and Hulbert, N. Y. . 
The title and authorship of this little book 
convey as perfect an idea of its character as 
it is possible for words to do. 
Mr . Beecher’s life has been largely devoted 
to lightening the burdens of his fellowmen, 
and this judicious compilation of his words 
will go to the sad, the suffering and the de¬ 
spairful, throughout our land as a benediction. 
It contains more comfort, more true, practi¬ 
cal religion than a case full of books on 
theology. 
The Complete Debater. Debates, Out¬ 
lines of Debates and Questions for 
Discussion. Excelsior Fun. House, 29 
Beekman St., N. Y. 
There are to be found in this little work, 
nine subjects for debate; ten outlines for de¬ 
bates; with questions for discussion. A very 
useful and suggestive work for beginners. 
Byrne’s Timber and Logbook, Ready 
Reckoner and Price Book. Excelsior 
Pub. House, 29 Beekman St., N. Y. 
The merchant, mechanic and general trader, 
will find this a great economizer of time and 
labor. 
Handbook of Blunders. 1,000 common 
blunders in writing and speaking. Harlan 
H. Ballard, A. M.; Lee & Shepard, Boston, 
Publishers. 
This is a nice little text book, full of sharp 
bright hints, for young letter writers, as well 
as for any who are desirous of being perfectly 
grammatical in speech or composition. 
French at a Glance. German at a 
Glance. Spanish at a Glance. Italian 
at a Glance. Excelsior Pub. House, 29 
Beekman St., N. Y. 
The above-mentioned books are arranged 
and simplified, so as to be a perfect assistant 
to the student, having the complete English 
pronunciation of every word. 
A Temperance Physiology. A. S. Barnes 
& Co., New Fork City. 
A Jaw of the State of New York requires 
that the pupils in all schools supported 
by public money must be instructed in 
physiology and hygiene with special refer¬ 
ence to the effects of alcoholic drinks, 
stimulants and narcotics on the human 
system. This book is written as a text¬ 
book to fill these requirements. The child 
who studies this book will know what the 
effects of these things are and never ignorant¬ 
ly become addicted to their use. 
for Wo mot. 
CONDUCTED BY MISC RAY CLARK. 
MUSINGS OF A QUIET LIFE.—NO. VI. 
ZEA MAYS. 
Our hired man’s wife and her two little 
ones took possession of my outdoor parlor 
after I left it, and this caused me to think of 
something. I do not believe in shutting away 
the sunshine from the house by many large 
trees; but I would have one near my kitchen 
door. If it should also be near the dining¬ 
room, so much the better. There are none 
near mine, however. Perhaps I will have 
one planted in the Fail. I have been think 
ing what to choose. It should be a kind that 
will grow quickly; I cannot afford to wait 20 
years for a sizeable tree. I shall be nearly 
through my kitchen work by that time—per¬ 
haps quite done with it. The poplar is of 
rapid growth. It has another good charac¬ 
teristic—it holds its foliage well in the Fall. 
Its shaking leaves interests me also. But 
they have afforded me a symbol of those 
aspen souls that the slightest breath of ad¬ 
verse winds set trembling. They have little 
courage to face difficulty or danger. They 
are moral cowards that, shrink when they 
should be strong. Their wood is soft like a 
soft man. 1 like the elm! 1 am not sure but I 
shall have an elm. It grows fast, droops 
gracefully, and the long, feathery plumes of its 
young growth are lovely. But it drops its 
foliage early snd stands so long with naked 
branches! Besides, it never puts on an au¬ 
tumn glory like the maple or the beech. The 
soft maple, if it happens to be one of the best 
specimens, is a great favorite of mine. For 
two weeks of its yearly life it may give us a 
picture such as Raphael never put on canvas. 
1 can only express its beauty by what I have 
said somewhere before: It stands like a burn¬ 
ing sunset. Perhaps I may have a soft 
maple near my door. I do not know of any 
maples, elms or poplars in the woods in 
our immediate vicinity. The trees are mostly 
oaks and hickory; upon our farm, all small. 
“I should think there might have been just 
one big tree,” said little Charley. Poor child, 
he was thinking probably of the great green 
forest on the old farm! it was almost as pa¬ 
thetic as another plea of his. We had called 
on a friend, and 1 think had music, and that 
the little fellow was permitted to sit at the 
instrument and play for himself. It was late 
wnen we went home, and, fretful and sleepy, 
1 suppose, be sat down in a little chair and 
pitifully, as if ttie repressed longings of a 
young Beethoven, cried out for music, “O 
ina,” said be, “do buy a piano!” Truly the 
little that man wants below, be begins to 
want early. The boy is somewhat older now, 
and loves flowers. The iris is in blossom. He 
has called the flowers lilies. I told him the 
other day that. Jesus said, “Consider the li¬ 
lies!” that they did not have to work or spin, 
but Solomon had not such clothing as they 
wore. “What do they do to get open?” he 
asked. A day or two after he spoke of his 
flowers, and I asked him if he was consider¬ 
ing the lilies. "No, but I am going to!” he 
said: and he soon reported thirty-seven in 
bloom. Mother, father, make childhood 
sweet with such associations. Perhaps it will 
save the boy to honor and to you, when the 
world pulls hard at his heart. 
Such a wealth of ferns and wild blossoms 
as the children have brought home to-night. 
The lupines are beautiful. The painted ladies 
are rouged like belles in a ball-room. The 
yellow ladyslippers look like Dutch “Clumps." 
The phloxes are very finely colored. The 
dignified “Jack in the Pulpit” stands in his 
box. If these great ferns had only a sweet 
smell instead of a very disagreeable one, and 
would not wiltso easily, how beautifully could 
we decorate our rooms. 
It is growing dark. I had to lift my r 
needle up against the sky to thread it the last 
time. The big moon shines down through an 
apple tree. Frogs chirr contentedly. The 
soft music of the mosquito is one of the sounds 
of night. Venus is bright in the west, aud 
with clouds in the north north-west, a sum¬ 
mer day has almost gone. 
FROM OUR WOMAN’S POULTRY CLUB 
—HOW TO FEED CHICKENS. 
“Two of my nice Plymouth Rock hens be¬ 
came poisoned by eating salt with the meal 
they fouud in the stables,” said Mrs. P., “aud 
one of them died from the effects. But the 
other one I saved by opening the crop, which 
was excessively hard, I quickly found ways 
of disposing of its contents, and then rinsed it 
out with cold water. After sewing up the 
wound, she was left to run in the yard, and 
very soon began picking up the crumbs thrown 
to her with no apparent inconveuienee from 
the operation. Nor did she seem to suffer any 
pain when I extracted the meal, excepting 
during the cold water rinse. She recovered, 
and has since laid a goodly number of eggs.” 
“I should never have thought of saving a 
fowl in that way,” said L 
“My fowls are worth 50 cents apiece, and 
when I can save them easily as I did that 
one, I can earn money no easier,” was the 
reply. 
Mrs. M. said: “She had seen the hens pick¬ 
ing in the feed-boxes where salt and oats were 
mixed, and had never found any ill-effect. 
“Speaking of oats,” Mrs. A. said, they 
“lost nearly all their fowls last Winter, because 
they were fed upon oats aud coru. She was 
quite sure the oats was the cause, for when 
they fed wheat or rye they lost no more fowls." 
Mrs. B. was “sure oats was not the cause of 
mortality, for she bad kept her fowls on oats 
the entire Winter, baviug nothing else to feed 
except an occasional mess of boiled potatoes. 
She thought salt was death to fowls, having 
lost some from eating crumbs of rock-salt.” 
Mrs. H., who had a large experience in the 
poultry business, said: "Grown-up fowls need 
some salt, but that it was sure death to little 
chicks, she learued by dear experience. She 
took her little three.years-old daughter 
with her to salt some pet lambs, and when 
they returned she let the child go to feed the 
chickens, of which there were several broods. 
Some time in the afternoon she went herself 
to feed them, and found them all drooping, 
and some of them making their last gasp. On 
inquiring, she learned that the little girl bad 
put salt in the chicken feed. ‘If s’eep like 
salt, "ittle chicks want salt too. 5 Aud so she 
lost in the neighborhood of 50 chickens, for 
they all died that partook of the salted food.” 
MAY MAPLE. 
EIGHTEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-FIVE. 
Eighteen hundred and elKhty-five! 
With new resolves, and hopes alive. 
A Rolden year to hep:in anew 
Good deeds, that we failed in the old to do. 
Eighteen hundred and elghty-flve! 
A race, where the good.and ill will strive: 
A volume more, wi'li never a spot. 
Till erring mortals tin, and blot. 
Eighteen hundred and elghty-flve! 
We can make our New Year a grand bee-hive. 
And All with sweetness Its every cell, 
By doing our duties kindly, and well. 
EIGHTEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-FOUR. 
Eighteen hundred and eighty-four! 
A year that wa», but Is no more. 
Old Time with his strong, relentless key, 
Has locked It in Eternity. 
Eighteen hundred and elght.v-fonr! 
With It.- hopes, and fears, and trials sore, 
Its sorrows, Its joys, aud bitter tears, 
Is reckoned now with bygone years. 
Eighteen hundred and eighty-four 
Has borne, loved ones to the mystic shore, 
Taken them over, one by one. 
Where they count no years, in their heaven 
begun. 
Eighteen hundred and eighty-four! 
A tearless requiem, sung before. 
The old year’s death is wept by few. 
So gladly is welcomed the birth of the new. 
MRS. m. c. D. 
Sofa Pillow’. 
-- 
SPEAK ENCOURAGINGLY. 
Harriet’s strong point was awkwardness, 
and it bad become the stauding joke of her 
brothers and the standing source of rebuke 
from her mother. It was a lucky day w hen 
she did not stumble and break something, and 
Jerry insisted that father should get her in¬ 
sured in the “sad accident company.” They 
could“make a good speculation out of It and in¬ 
demnify themselves for past losses.” One thing 
naturally led on to another and in time Har 
riet was ridiculed, or blamed, for about every¬ 
thing she did. They seemed to regard her 
very existence as a kind of a joke. 
But, alas! such a state of things was no joke 
to poor Hattie. If she did not retort, or say 
much in any way, it was not because she 
could not feel. She was growing dull and 
hopelessandalmostindiffereuttoblame. That 
winter Miss Miller the teacher came to her 
home to board. She was a wise woman who 
had learned a good deal about the shady side of 
life in her SO odd years, and she had a most 
sympathizing heart beneath the calm exterior 
of her everyday manner. She took in the 
situation with reference to Harriet that first 
evening at the supper tahle, and she pitied the 
girl, while she felt indignant at the others who 
were so constantly and needlessly wounding 
her feelings, “She shall feel that she has one to 
befriend and belp her,” she determined. 
Miss Miller sat with the mother by the lamp¬ 
light that evening, after the the children had 
gone to bed, waiting uutil a late hour for 
father and the boys to get home from the 
political meeting. 
"I hardly know what to do with Harriet,” 
said mother as she threaded her darning needle. 
“I am almost discouraged about her some¬ 
times.” 
“I wonder if the poor child herself is not a 
little discouraged sometimes?” said Miss Miller. 
“Do you think she feels that way ?” asked the 
mother. 
“I am confident she does; and that alone 
checks her improvement more than anything 
else. If we emphasize failings too much we 
destroy self-respect, and then a hopeless feel¬ 
ing comes in, which takes away all spirit for 
effect. Try one week of encouraging words 
on Hattie, and privately enjoin the same on all 
the household, and see if it does not make a 
new girl of her.” 
It is a hard hearted mother who does not 
have her child’s real good at heart, so no won¬ 
der this mother spent some sleepless hours 
turning over in her mind the new teacher’s 
words The result was a blessed one for Har¬ 
riet, aud the ebauge in the home atmosphere 
waslikeanew world to her. Sheneverknew 
how it all came about, but somehow it seemed 
to be associated with Miss Miller. No won¬ 
der the accomplished graceful girl of a few 
years later used to feel that her “coming 
among them had been the salvation of herself ” 
OLIVE. 
Domestic Ccoriom^ 
CONDUCTED BY EMIJ-Y MAPLE. 
KITCHEN TALKS. 
ANNIE L. JACK. 
Just now in Montreal the talk is all of the 
carnival, and judging from the rosy cheeks 
PusccUancou.s §Uvcrti$'itt0. 
Did it ever oc¬ 
cur to you how 
much cleaner and 
nicer it is to wash 
the Napkins, Tow¬ 
els, Handkerchiefs, 
Table Linen, etc., 
by themselves, 
with soap tttf/made 
of putrid fats 
or questionable 
grease? 
Do it with Ivory 
Soap, (99A 4 <t% Pure) 
made of vegetable 
oil, and use them 
confident that they 
are clean and not 
tainted. 
