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APRIL 18 
THE RURAL NEW-YORKER. 
same place, is a “chip of the same block.”.... 
M. F. Lupton of this city has the reputation 
of filling orders in a satisfactory way. If 
there are any grounds for complaint against 
him, we shall be obliged to those who may in¬ 
form us of their nature.The Southwick 
Tribune Windmill is what it is represented to 
be; otherwise the advertisement of it would 
certainly And no permauent place in the Ru 
ral columns.We do not by any means 
recommend the Popular Monthly of Chicago. 
.... Don’t have anything to do with the United 
States Building Company, of this city, until 
you hear from us again about it—even if we 
never again mention it. 
A GOOD SHOW FOR PLYMOUTH ROCKS. 
Looking over my book of sales, I find that 
from December 30th, 1884, to February 3d, 
18S5, inclusive. I sold from a lot of 80 pullets, 
hatched mostly in April and May, and a few 
in June, divided into two flocks, 1)73^ dozen 
eggs, besides using some for a family of 
five. This I consider a better showing than 
that from the Editor’s nine Wyandottes, 
as every poultry breeder knows the smaller 
the flock the larger the average. My fowls 
are Plymouth Rocks, aud I would not ad¬ 
vise any one who has a good lot of Plymouth 
Rocks to be in any hurry' to change them for 
any other breed. p. g. b. 
Jonesville, N. Y. 
A GOOD WYANDOTTE RECORD. 
I thought I would send you a report of my 
four Wyandotte hens ; they were hatched 
June 14th, and commenced laying January 
2nd, and have been laying ever since,although 
the weather was severely cold. The only at¬ 
tention they received was plenty of feed, 
water, lime, and charcoal, their house consist¬ 
ing of an old dry-goods box. One of the hens 
lays nearly all double eggs. A strict ac¬ 
count of the last fifteen days shows just an 
even 44 eggs. This, I think, a good yield for 
only four heus. w. a. c. 
Van Buren, Pa. 
Citauinj. 
BOOKS RECEIVED. 
Trajan. Henry F. Keenan. Cassell & Co., 
Limited, Pub. Hew York City. Price 81. 50. 
This wonderfully brilliant story is stir¬ 
ring the reading public everywhere with 
its thrilling incidents, charming descriptions 
of place and people, which stand out like 
silhouettes. 
We first see Trajan Gray standing upon one 
end of the bridge of the Holy Fathers, looking 
over into the Seine, having the abstracted and 
dejected appearance of one contemplating 
suicide. Next we find him in the Luxem¬ 
bourg Gardena, where he sees Elliot Arden 
feeding the ducks. Here is commenced what 
was to be a iife-long friendship, full of noble 
deeds, showing a grand character. He is a 
friend to France, is a Liberalist, and becomes 
imprisoned because of his sympathy with 
Communism. 
The character of Tbeo. is finely bandied, and 
it is not difficult to believe there are many 
such. The Ardens are a representation of a 
domestic, aristocratic home-loving family. 
The incidents which connect all the characters, 
are full of the most intense interest, and no 
one can help being fascinated with them. That 
the book will have an immense sale, we have 
no doubt. 
Monteith’s New Physical Geography. 
James Monteith. Barnes & Co., Pub., New 
York. 
This beautifully illustrated geography could 
properly be styled multum in parvo. It is 
adapted for use in High and Normal Schools, 
as well as in Grammar Schools, and contains 
more knowledge to the square inch than almost 
any other we know of. 
The Boys’ and Girls’ Atlas of the 
World. James Mouteith. A. S. Barnes & 
Co., Pub., New York. Price 50 cents. 
This atlas should be in the bauds of every 
scholar. There are 17 full page maps, which 
are beautifully engraved and colored. They 
show the courses of rivers and oceanic cur¬ 
rents; comparative time by clock faces; 
standard time in the U. S. and Canadas; 
hights of mountains, depths of oceans, etc., 
etc. 
£or IPomftt. 
CONDUCTED BY MIS1 RAY CLARK. 
ORDER AND SYSTEM. 
These two little words are full of meaning 
to the housekeeper who has a practical knowl¬ 
edge of their worth. They bridge over many 
a difficulty that would otherwise be insuper¬ 
able. They smooth the mountain pathway 
that seems covered with jagged rocks; and 
they keep many an overworked housekeeper 
from sinking in despair under the weight of 
her heavy burdens. 
“Dear me,” said tired Mrs. A., as she ran in 
for a few minutes’ chat, “what an unceasing 
drudgery this housework is! It’s one thing 
after another, with no let up; and mine is 
forever draggiug behind in spite of all I can 
do I’ve just now- run away from work that 
I ought to be doing. But, there! if I should 
wait till my work was all done up before I 
went anywhere I should be forever shut in at 
home." 
I ventured to state a small part of the truth 
as I replied: 
“You worry too much over your work, I 
fear, Mrs A. Besides you keep always busy 
without finding time to rest, aud thus make 
yourself tired all the time.” 
“Well,” she continued, “what is a body to 
do? I can’t sit down with unfinished work 
staring at me from every side. With so much 
on my mind I couldn’t rest any if I should 
try. Sometimes there are a dozen things to 
do at once, and I scarcely commence at one 
before I have to drop it aud take up some¬ 
thing else." 
As my own early experience came to mind, 
there seemed good cause for Mrs. A.’s re¬ 
marks, and for the moment my heart almost 
echoed them. 
Housework is, indeed, an endless round of 
duties. Yet there are breathing spaces be¬ 
tween if we make them—and we must make 
them if we would be true to our work and 
ourselves at the same time. 
After a little rest we pick up the thread and 
weave on all the better and faster, and when 
night comes it finds us with as much work 
done and ourselves less fatigued than if we 
bad allowed the work to keep us on our feet 
all the day. But how is it to be done? With 
many it can be accomplished only through 
method, order and system. We thought Mrs. 
A. would do well to study the meauiug of 
these words. 
She is a hardworking, nervous sort of wo¬ 
man. One of the kind who is al ways jumping 
from one piece of work to another—always 
doing, never completing; always tired, aud 
never more tbau two thirds the woman that 
she might be if her nerves and muscles could 
have a little quiet rest. 
Soon after Mrs. A. left we dropped into 
Mrs. Brown's—Aunt Hannah we all call her. 
How tidy everything looked. How neat and 
trim she appeared as she met us at the door, 
and led us iuto the comfortable sitting room 
where she had been reading. 
“How do you get time to read,’’ we asked, 
with Mrs. A. fresh in mind, “when you have 
so much housework to do, and when you take 
so much pains to do it well.” 
“I am sure I don't know,” she answered, as 
she looked up with her own peculiar smile. 
“It doesn’t seem so very hard. John has been 
very kind in having everything arranged as 
conveniently as possible, and I try to take 
everything to the best advantage. 
“You know we have about the same thing 
to do over and over every day, and one ought 
to learn, after a few years experience, how to 
do each part of the work with the fewest 
steps aud iu the shortest time ” 
“Yes, Aunt Hannah understands the secret,” 
I said to myself as I walked homeward, tak¬ 
ing her suggestion and cutting across the 
pasture to shorten the distance. “She has 
learned the beauty of order—the value of 
system. She has learned to meet her work, 
and not wait for it to rise uj> before her. She 
has learned to arrange it in single file and iu 
the order that can be followed to the best ad¬ 
vantage. And then in meeting it she meets 
but one piece at a lime, and in doing it in its 
own time sho knows it cannot rise before her 
when she is busy at something else.” 
1 never think of housework as a drudgery 
when with Aunt Hannah. It seems then 
more like a beautiful art. 
She moves about the room very quietly, aud 
it is a mystery how she can accomplish so much. 
But she is complete mistress of her work aud 
never allows herself to become its slave. 
It does me good to visit her. I go home 
and pick up my o wu work with more strength 
and hope iu my heart. The next time I go 
I w ill try to get Mrs. A. to accompany me. 
FANNY FIRESIDE. 
A THOUGHT OR TWO. 
Some writer says: “In the life to come, we 
shall look back to our earthly existence as to 
some dark hour, dim, and hardly remem¬ 
bered.” If so, it seems that whatever kind 
word we have uttered, whatever charitable 
deed, however small, we have voluntarily be¬ 
stowed, it would send a gleam through that 
dark hour, sweet to be remembered, aud akin 
to that purer, holier existence, Like the old 
Irish legend of the miser, besought by an angel 
in disguise, for some trifling gift for charity’s 
sake; and being denied, pleaded for “his 
soul’s sake.” He at length gave an old board 
lying by his fire place. Much he lamented 
the loss of the few penuies that board might 
have brought. The next visit of the angel he 
gave a bit of rope; an 1 at the third and last 
visit, he gave as bis only voluntary gift, an 
old brass key. When he died aod his spirit 
stood upon the brink of a rolling black river, 
he trembled and wept. How should he cross? 
While up above the greeu mountain on the 
other side was the shining gate of heaven. 
Then by his side he beheld the angel, who 
reached him a charred board, “Tread on this 
it will bear you safely over.” When he was at 
the foot of the mountain, there dangled a 
rope for bis ascent. Aud at the top, when 
right and wrong seemed to have a new mean¬ 
ing to him, aud the mantle of sin to drop from 
about him, the angel said, “See Donald, thy 
only voluntary gift—this key. With it opeu 
heaven’s gate.” Aud augels bore him, a uew 
being, through the shining portals. Happy 
Donald! at last things were made clear to his 
darkened dwarfed mind. Many an old le¬ 
gend is fraught with beautiful sentiment; 
although a child of fancy may be the means 
of conveying germs of living truth into the 
receiving waters of the soul. Did a good 
deed ever die? If not resurrected through 
generations by loving lips, it lives as a snow 
white anchor of hope iu the heart of the 
giver; what if it w'as misconstrued, the im¬ 
pulse remains the same, aud is so recorded. 
“Not to the man of dollars, 
Not to the man of deeds. 
Not to the man of cunning;, 
Not to the man of creeds, 
Not to the man who labors, 
Simply for world’s renown— 
Unto ihe kindly hearted 
Coinetb a blessing dow-n. 
FAINT NOT. 
Axd does the way seem dark? 
Faint not, for light will surely dawn 
More bright because of all the darkness gone, 
And safe and strong thy bark 
Will stem the shining wave. 
Does trouble weight (ho sorrowing soul? 
More blest will seem the longed-for goal, 
That waits beyond the grave. 
Does hope In ruins Ue 
About tbe path, where duty leads your feet? 
Faint not aud know that all will be complete 
Where hope can never die. 
Misjudged? No matter. He 
Who knows the yearnlugs of the human heart, 
Knows that death in life is not a part 
Of his created destiny, 
Then do not faint; 
Go on, and make the most of what Is given: 
The wall of doubt and sorrow will be riven 
Beyond the vale. 
EVA AMES. 
SHALL HIRED GIRLS “KEEP THEIR 
PLACE.” 
“I do get so worried at our hired girls!” 
exclaimed a young lady in hearing of one of 
her friends. "They never seem to understand 
their position, and act as though they thought 
they could associate with me. I believe in 
hired girls keeping their places.” And this 
would-be aristocratic youug woman left her 
compauy in the parlor while she prepared a 
simple supper for them. A few days previ¬ 
ously she had discharged her help, who was 
her equal in all respects except in dollars and 
cents. 
Such contrasts as are here before us nat 
urally cause one to think, aud the question 
arises: Which is the true aristocrat, the unas¬ 
suming, industrious, energetic hired girl, or 
the lazy, indolent, self conceited womau of 
the house? Then when we read the beautiful 
poems, the brilliant novels, or perhaps listen 
to the silvery sweet voice of a gifted reader, 
we are glad that circumstances do not always 
hold in iron bands such talents; for we know 
there have been instances, where some of our 
grandest women begun life iu very lowly 
homes, but did uot “shay” in them, nor per¬ 
haps in situations they wore obliged to accept, 
in order to obtain a living; and who can tell 
but the experience gained while holding such 
was essential to tbe developing of the talents 
which were entrusted to their keeping? 
At the present time one of the most success¬ 
ful lady teachers iu our graded schools was 
only a few years ago a “hired girl who would 
not keep her place,” but by close economy and 
industry, took music lessons, educated herself, 
and to-day stands high in the esteem of a cir¬ 
cle of cultured friends. May God help our 
hired girls 1 angie pharson. 
• « » - 
“FOOLIN’ AWAY MONEY.” 
Is what one farmer remarked to another, 
while in town, each on the same errand—buy¬ 
ing artist’s materials. One seemed to enjoy 
the “foolishness,”and iu his heart did not feel 
he was spending his foolishly—thinking of the 
really fine pictures which adorned the cosy 
rooms of his country home, with a feeling of 
love and pride for the daughter who had such 
good taste in decorative art, and was such a 
“splendid cook” too, always trying to make 
home pleasant in every way. He had the 
money to gratify her and was happy to do so. 
The other stood with his hands in his pockets, 
with mouth drawu down at the corners, and 
took tbe money from his wallet with the air 
of a man taking a seat in a dentist’s chair. 
This is his soliloquy home-ward: “Well I 
know my Mary can paint n icely; yes. I know she 
earned the money to pay for wbat few lessons 
she has taken and she earned tbe five dollars I 
have spent to day. I could have invested 
this in eggs that would have hatched a lot of 
chickens. I would have furnished the feed 
for them and she could give me half the chick¬ 
ens, but she would’nt. She has awful high 
notions—thinks farmers might be gentlemen 
and their wives and daughters ladies, with 
their homes full of all sorts of “flummery.” 
Money jingling in my pocket is sweeter mu¬ 
sic than a piano, and tbe pictures on rny gov¬ 
ernment bonds and greenbacks are more to 
my taste than any canvas painted by tbe most 
famous artist. A farmer does uot need any 
painted landscape when be can see the 
“cows in the corn.” I do not know why 
my children hate farming so, unless they 
take after their mother. She is always com¬ 
plaining; she says she has nothing for her 
convenience; and even made a fuss when I 
made the last deposit In the baDk. She 
wauted it to buy a dress to wear to church 
(she looks awful nice yet in the alpacky I 
bought her five years ago). My barn is just 
a model; my horses are all thorough bred, 
as are the rest of my stock. My carriage is 
as fine as any in town, and everything on my 
farm is first-class. My bouse—well, yes, it is 
a little cramped; but tbe children will not 
stay any longer than tbe law requires, for I 
am afraid the boys are a little fast. When I 
am gone how quick tbe money will vanish— 
wish I could take it with me. When tbe time 
comes the ueighbors will he surprised at my 
bank account. If the folks at home knew 
they would fret more than ever for a new 
house and all the fine things to fix it up. A 
farmer ought uot to spend much time in the 
bouse, and if the wirumin folks are kept busy 
every minute they will not have much time to 
think about it. I am a sharp, well-to do 
farmer, and have made money.” 
He did not say he had bowed himself down 
to the demou Avarice and worshipped him, 
and will continue to worship him until the 
weight of his gold crushes him to earth, and 
bis family care nothing for the departed ex¬ 
cepting the gold to quarrel over. How mauy 
lives such as this has the world seen? Does it 
pay to get money aud fail to have the love of 
our wives and children? mart edwood. 
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Positively the most 
economical soap to 
use for the toilet is 
the Ivory Soap. The 
cakes are so large 
that you really get 
twenty cents worth 
of soap for a dime. 
Free of charge. A full size cake of Ivory Soap will ot 
sent to any one who can not get It of their grocer. If 
nix iv»o-cent stamps, to pay postage, are sent to Procter 
& Gamble, Cincinnati. Please uiemlou this paper. 
