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THE RURAL NEW-YORKER. 
MAR 0 
usage with marked self-preservation and now 
in its advanced age sits in a place of honor, 
clad in silk, to be gazed at by admiring visi¬ 
tors. 
From Burlington we went on a hot July 
day to New York to embark for Bos¬ 
ton without any definite idea in 
what direction we should radiate after 
reaching the Hub. “We will go to Boston 
first,” decided Anaximander, “ It is the cen¬ 
ter of everywhere in New England and when 
there, we will decide where to go.” Although 
we had in years gone by been'in New England 
and haa traversed Long Island Bound in what 
are called the Sound steamers, still so much 
had come in between that it was like a fr>" h 
sensation to ride out from the pier in a boat 
carrying half a hundred passengers, a baud 
of music playing on deck and the w r atery way 
for an hour or more lying between the great 
cities of New York and Brooklyn. As many 
times as I have made the trip I always feel 
that the view is most magnificent—the vessels 
in port, the towers and spires, the great ware¬ 
houses, the hurrying ferries loaded to the 
edge with humaD beings and the Brooklyn 
Bridge that looks too low for the steamer 
to pass under without losing her smoke stack; 
but there proves to be room enough and to 
scare. Finally the atter-glow of the sunset 
dies away, night has come and although the 
music of the baud continues, it is bed-time. 
The laddie climbs into his berth and is quickly 
asleep. But I am a poor sleeper at sea, and 
the night rolls slowly away in a succession of 
fog whistles, signal bells and the swash of the 
waves. Finally at early dawn Newport is 
reached, or one can go on to Fall River and 
thence go by rail to Boston. 
As a sea-side resort Newport has the advan 
tage of a splendid situation. It is practically 
at the door both of New York and Boston. 
Its air is delicious, its villas magnificent, its 
water views superb, its drives and its bathing 
all that could reasonably be desired. I once 
spent a delightful fortnight there, and in 
many ways it is unsurpassed as a pleasure and 
health resort. But on this occasion we 
simply drove about the town to refresh our 
memories of it. The laddie went into the 
surf for a bath, and we left at three in the 
afternoon via the Old Colony R. R., for 
Boston, passing through many “factory” 
towns and seeing no end of stone walls in 
stony fields. It is a curious thing that, in a 
region where there is no end to stone, a stone 
nouse is almost never to be seen. The stone 
fences are picturesque, with vines and 
brambles trailing over them, aud there were 
many old apple orchards, but the ground had 
a hard and unyielding look. A curious in¬ 
cident of this ride was furnished by a man in 
the car, engaged in reading a magazine and 
who incessantly beat a stick about a foot long 
between his mouth and the page he was read¬ 
ing. The movements of the stick back and 
forth were made with perfect regularity. 
We puzzled our brains quite a little over the 
performance, but never arrived at any sat¬ 
isfactory solution of it. We reached Boston 
after a ride of three hours, and after settling 
ourselves in a hotel and dining, we went out 
in the evening to stroll about and sit on the 
Common. As we visited the Common every 
evening for a week, we came to have a true 
Bostonian affection for it, and of all the parks 
1 have been in, it is the most get-at-able and 
enjoyed by the people. It is in the heart of 
the city. It is full of fine old elms, 
and there are seats, drinking fountains, an 
artificial lake in which even dogs can 
plunge for a bath without fear of the 
police, and a bank of green whereon ball¬ 
players have full swing for their game. 
Adjoining the Common is the Public Garden 
in which the people have less liberty. It is 
more like a parlor with its bric-a brae of 
flower parterres, while the Common might 
fittingly be called a family sitting-room. In 
the latter is the Soldiers’ Monument, sur¬ 
mounted with a statue of Liberty. The in¬ 
scription on this monument, written by Elliot, 
President of Harvard University, is a model 
of its kind. “ To the men of Boston who died 
for their country on land and sea in the war 
which kept the Union whole, destroyed slav¬ 
ery, and maintained the Constitution,—the 
giateful city has built this monument that 
their example may speak to coming genera¬ 
tions.” In the Public Garden is the Ether 
Monument—American doctors being especial¬ 
ly prominent in the application of amesthetics 
—Godman in 1822, Jackson in 1833, Wood and 
Bache in 1834. L)r. Horace Wells, of Hart¬ 
ford, Conn, a dentist, was the first, I believe, 
to make a practical experiment in the use of 
nitrous oxide gas in tooth extraction. He 
was a brave man and personally underwent 
the operation of having a tooth pulled out 
after beiug rendered insensible by the inhala¬ 
tion of the gas. But being afterwards unfor¬ 
tunate in its use, he abandoned further trial. 
Soon afterwards Dr. Morton, of Bostou, tried 
the vapor of sulphuric ether in tooth extrac¬ 
tion, which marked a great era in surgical 
operations. But the Ether Monument is more 
particularly in commemoration of the “ dis¬ 
covery of anaesthetics ” at the Massachusetts 
General Hospital in 1840. 
ON INVITATIONS. 
I N that very delightful corner of the Rural, 
called “Chat By The Way,” under date 
of January 5, 1889, the writer says “The most 
exasperating invitations we receive are those 
asking us to come ‘some time,’ which when 
we have accepted w r e generally find to mean 
no time.” 1 do not think I have quoted the 
words exactly, but I know I have not misstat¬ 
ed as to their meaning, because it struck home. 
I want the fair writer after she has heard my 
statement to agree, if possible, that there are 
exceptions to all rules, after which I will 
willingly concede that it is the exception that 
proves the rule. I have a way of saying,— 
only to my very dearest friends, however, 
“ Come and see us at any time to suit your 
own convenience. ‘The latch-string always 
hangs out.’ If I am not at home, make your¬ 
self master of my castle (it has seven rooms, 
small ones,. If you can give me a day’s no¬ 
tice I shall take care to be at home, but be 
sure that when the spirit moves you to come, 
I shall give you a right royal weleome.” 
Now the most delightful visits I receive are 
in response to just such invitations, and I 
think no one will ever accuse me of meaning 
“no time,” by my “some time.” I never in¬ 
vite any one unless I really want him or her, 
and when any one does come, I never cease to 
feel grateful for the favor. There are so few 
people whom I care to visit myself, that I 
always appreciate the compliment paid me 
when a friend comes “to supper or to dine.” 
ALICE CHITTENDEN. 
and neighbors. It is not enough that we guard 
our lips lest we speak that which is false. 
We must also guard minds and hearts, lest 
we make the very truth to lie by our lack of 
a spirit of Christian love in all our utterances. 
It is said that the great Theodore Parker, 
when uttering the Lord’s Prayer, used to say; 
“Forgive us our trespasses as we should forgive 
those who trespass against us.” He also 
prayed; “Lead us from temptation,” instead 
of “Lead us not into temptation.”. 
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• CONDUCTED BY MRS. AGNES E. M. CARMAN. 
I F > r ou are not happy, dear friend, it is be¬ 
cause there is something wrong with your 
stomach, your conscience, or both. 
Did you ever see a perfect profile of a face, 
the full view of which proved to be positively 
ugly? Moral : Take a full view before you 
judge. 
Domestic Economy favors the use of the 
word woman or gentlewoman in lieu of the 
much-used and ill-applied word “ lady.” 
Personally we object to the word “Thanks,” 
as an expression of one’s indebtedness. We 
might as well say “ How?” For “How do you 
do?” or “Good” for“ Good uight.'’ There is 
something snobbish about it. If one cannot 
express his sense of obligation in a full sen¬ 
tence, he had better not say anything. 
I T is as true now as it was when Lincoln 
said it, that you may deceive all the people 
some of the time, aud some of the people all 
the time, but not all the people all the time.... 
It is true that the pleasantest things in the 
world are pleasant . thoughts, and the great 
art in life is to have as many of them as 
possible. 
Southey said that if one would be pungen^ 
he must be brief; for it is with words as with 
sunbeams, the more they are condensed the 
deeper they burn. 
How true was Emerson’s conclusion when 
he said that the best part of health is a fine 
disposition. Nothing will supply the want of 
sunshine to peaches, end to make knowledge 
valuable, you must have the cheerfulness of 
wisdom. 
The Independent says that mental and mor¬ 
al worth consists not in houses and lands, or in 
high station, but in the thoughts of mind and 
in the feelings and affections of the heart. 
Some rich men in the wordly sense are really 
very poor in the moral and spiritual sense.... 
A fugitive paragraph reminds us thatany- 
body can soil the reputation of an individual, 
however pure and chaste, by uttering a sus¬ 
picion that his enemies will believe, and his 
friends never hear of; a puff of the idle wind 
can shake a million seeds from the thistle and 
do a world of mischief which the husbandman 
must labor long to undo. Such are the seeds 
of the slanderer, so eauly sown, so diflicult to 
gather up, and so f ernicious in their fruits_ 
The Sunday School Times says that one of 
the meanest modes of lying is by making the 
truth lie; by saying that which is true as far 
as it goes, but which intimates that which is 
utterly false. And while this mode of lying 
is a favorite mode with the willful slanderer 
and backbiter, it is not altogether abjured by 
thoughtless persons who are without ma'ice 
in its using. It is strictly true, for example, 
of any woman that “ the is no better than she 
should be.” Yet when that truth is uttered 
concerning any woman of ordinarily good 
character, it is equivalent to a foul falsehood 
agianst her. 
EXTRACTS FROM SUNDAY EVENING 
TALKS AT THE RURAL GROUNDS. 
SPOKEN WITHOUT NOTES BY A FIFTEEN-YEAR- 
. OLD GIRL. 
Explicit details of truth in a narrative may 
be given in such a way as to amount to a 
cruel and baseless lie. If a man were to say 
of another that he saw him in the surf when a 
companion was drowning, yet, although 
Be was a strong swimmer, that he D6ver 
moved a hand to help his drowning com¬ 
panion, it would be equivalent to a charge 
of cold-blooded heartlessness, if not a practical 
murder. The concealed fact, however, being 
that the strong swimmer was just then strug¬ 
gling to save his own child from drowning,— 
the truth so far as it was told, was made to 
lie... 
There is a good deal of this lying by truth¬ 
telling in social comments on acquaintances 
M Y little talk to-night entitled, “Our 
Aim in Life,” was suggested to my 
mind by several trifling incidents which have 
occured in my own life. 
About three weeks ago I went to the city, 
and spent part of the day in papa’s office 
He and I had lunch together and then we 
started out. I had no idea where we were 
going; papa said for a little walk. In 10 or 
15 minutes we came to Peter Henderson’s 
large seed-house and as papa had a little 
business to transact we went into Mr. Hen¬ 
derson’s private office. He greeted us very 
pleasantly and be and papa at once began to 
talk about various roses, potatoes, etc., etc. 
In the meanwhile 7, of course, bad to remain 
a patient listener, for I could take no part in 
the conversation. Finally papa stepped into 
the other office for a moment, and Mr. H. 
turned to me saying: “This weather must 
be very pleasant in the country.” You can 
imagine my thoughts as I answered : “ Yes, 
indeed.” I wanted to say, “Mr. H. I don't 
want to talk about the weather." Previously 
he bad been talking of something he supposed 
I took no interest in, aud knew nothing 
about. He was right, and therefore he 
changed the subject to that interesting 1?) and 
never-failing topic, the weather. Just then 
papa came back and I was left to my own 
not very pleasant thoughts. How I wished 
that I was well posted so that I might join in 
the conversation, and show that 1, too. was in¬ 
terested in roses, potato experiments, etc. 
But, no, I must wait and, in the meanwhile, 
keep my aims in mind and remember that 
being a good listener is next to being 
a good talker. Several times this desire 
for knowledge has come over me. I 
experienced the same feeling on the day 
of the “potato contest.” As you all know, 
there were persons here from all parts 
of the United States, men of culture, influence, 
wealth; literary men and thrifty farmers. 
After the first excitement was over, I felt like 
a stray sheep among those men. After mak¬ 
ing a few common-place remarks, no one 
cared to talk to me, for I could interest no- 
one. How 1 longed for an education and ex¬ 
perience so that I could talk interestingly to 
those people. I remember when riding over 
to the station on the night of that memorable 
day, to see them off, that Dr. Hexamer, one 
of the nicest men in the world, talked all the 
way over to me, telling me of bis travels, etc. 
But I could say nothing but “Yes,” “No,” 
“Indeed!” “Is that so?” 1 like to be among 
cultured and refined people; it does me good; 
at such times my short-comings stand out with 
such prominence that I always feel displeased 
with myself. 
If we would make anything of ourselves in 
this life, we must aim high; keep our aims in 
mind and live in a way each day that will 
bring us nearer to that for which we are aim¬ 
ing. When Joshua led the Children of Israel 
out of the wilderness to conquer the prom¬ 
ised land, the Lord was constantly com¬ 
manding the people to be strong and of good 
courage, and, as a guide to prevent the peo¬ 
ple from getting astray while traveling 
through a strange laud, the Ark of the Coven¬ 
ant was carried by priests in front of them 
that all might see it. In like manner should 
we keep our aims in mind and be very strong 
aud courageous lest we fall backwards down 
the hill of life toward destruction, and, as in 
running down hill, the further we go the 
faster we go, and the harder it is to stop our¬ 
selves, so it is in life; the more wicked deeds 
we do the easier it is to keep on doing them 
and the harder it is to turn about aud strug¬ 
gle upward. But if our aims’are good and we 
are strong enough we are sure to climb up 
faster]!ban we fall’back and, at last, reach, 
not the top, for no one is perfect , but a high 
point. 
When we find fault with our servants 
and wonder, in a blind way, why they do 
not take more interest iu things and 
why they are so often careless, thought¬ 
less and cross, if we would put ourselves in 
their places and consider their ambitions aud 
wbat their aims in life are, we would wonder 
rather why they were so dutiful aud consid¬ 
erate. 
One thing more before I close—When we 
have fully made up’our minds to do anything 
we should stick to it until it is accomplished, 
aud remember that every failure weakens our 
resolution aud our character. So let us all 
strive to walk the path of life with high aims 
and strong hearts and the rest we may trust 
with our Creator. 
WOMAN. 
“ Be a woman! On to duty! 
Raise the world from all that’s low; 
Place high In the social heaven 
Virtue’s fair and radiant bow. 
Lend thy influence to each effort 
That shall raise our nature human; 
Be not fashion’s gilded lady— 
Be a brave, whole-souled, true woman!” 
W OMAN is the name applied to the fe¬ 
male gender of mankind; the opposite 
of man. To be a true woman should be the 
aim of every girl; yet the word “woman” 
has almost disappeared, and to call any one by 
that good, old-fashioned name, is to insult 
her. They all want to be “ladies” now. A 
girl who earns her living by standing behind 
the counter of a store would be indiguant if 
you called her a sales-woman; she is a “ sales¬ 
lady." The “ fore-woman ” of the past has 
also disappeared, and the “ fore-lady ” has 
taken her place. This is just as ridiculous as 
“ waBh-lady.” Not but what there may be 
many a lady who, by adverse circumstances, 
is compelled to stand behind a counter in a 
store, and, simply because she does work for 
her living in this way, it does not make her 
one whit less the lady—but this is the excep¬ 
tion rather than the rule. “Lady” is from an 
old Saxon word meaning “ loaf-giver,” or one 
who went about giving bread to the hungry. 
As ODly rich women were able to do this, the 
term was gradually applied to one who was 
rich enough to give alms. Still later it was 
applied to all females who were able to live 
without labor. It was a mark of distinction; 
but now when it has become so broadened in 
its use and is applied to every female, it has 
lost its significance. 
Webster says a lady is a woman of gentle 
aud refiued manners. One can be a woman 
without being a lady, but certainly one can¬ 
not be a lady unless she is a woman. I once 
beard a minister say from the pulpit, that 
“the ladies and gentlemen wont out and 
walked by the sea of Gallilee.” I don’t think, 
could those men or women of old como back, 
that they would have felt flattered by being 
called “ladies and gentlemen.” 
I would far rather be a woman—a true¬ 
hearted, upright woman—than the gayest 
“lady” in the laud. Yet, notwithstanding 
this, I own that I felt a little cut a short time 
ago when I heard that I had been referred to 
as, *■ a young woman iu the 4 Rural ’ office.” 
Not that I objected to the term “woman,” 
but I felt that a slight was intended. And 
then, too, I have the temper that usually goes 
When Baby was sick, we gave her Castom. 
When she was a Child, she cried for Castoria, 
'W hen she became Miss, she clung to Castoria, 
When uhu had (’hildrou, she gave them Castoria 
