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Original Poetry.

For the Rural Repository.

HATE.

LET others weave a song of Love, Of glory, or of fate;

Mine be a theme of different note, The blissful joys of Hate.

The sweetest drop in human cup,
Distiled for Earth's palate;
Is rank, insipid; when compared
With true enduring Hate.
Pandora's box no treasure hid,

Within its spacious grate;

Of half such value, as the gift,
The precious gift of Hate.

When wrongs and ills fall thick and fast

On our defenceless pate;

And fortune joins the hellish league, 'How blissful then to Hate.

When those we've loved, and served in truth,
Our kindness compensate
With base ingratitude, O, then!
What rapture, 'tis to Hate.

When poverty comes in our doors,

And friends commiserate;

Yet proffer no assistance, then
'Tis joy supreme, to Ilate.

When plighted faith become estranged,
And pledges violate;

And eyes that beamed with love, look cold,
What transport then, to Hate.

Ye Gods, to whomsoe'er you will,
Give pomp and lofty state;
But O, deny me not the bliss,
The ecstacy of Hate.

For the Rural Repository.

THE ROSE, AND THE STAR.
BY H. S. BALL.

WITHIN a quiet home, it grew,

That gentle floweret fair;

A fragrance sweet around it threw,
And grew in beauty rare.

That plant was nursed with tender care-
And to fond eyes, the rose,
Sheilded from each rude breath of air,
Did all its charms disclose.

A warning voice, " nought earthly lasts"
Was heard, in mournful tone;
Earths best and purest, soonest pass→→
I looked-the rose was gone.

Then gazing upward to the light,
The starlight, ever gleaming;

I saw through the dark shades of night,
Another star was beaming.

A cloud obscured its softened light, And hid its cheering ray;

So, to my narrow, earth dimed sight, It seemed to pass away.

Then o'er me crept a feeling lone,
As dark clouds hid that star,
When a mild voice, in cheering tone,
Said-" still it shineth there."

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Earths shadow only intervenes,

Between me, and that star serene. Dear reader, con this lesson well And lay it up in memory's cell.

Norfolk, August 12, 1849.

From Godey's Lady's Book.

THE CHILD AND THE ANGELS.
BY M. A. F.

A BABY lay on its mother's knee,
Sleeping so soft and peacefully,
That the mother hushed her lullaby,
And bent o'er the babe with a loving eye;
And as she gazed, so sweetly it smiled,
She knew some angel was whispering her child

But soon it awoke with a cry of pain,
And stretched out its little arms in vain;
For e'en her love could not stay disease,
Or give to the little sufferer ease.
But she knelt to God, in agony of grief,
And wildly besought Him to grant relief.

"Oh! Father in heaven, spare my child!" And her cry was strong, and her accents wild: "I cannot live, if the babe of my love

Is torn from my bosom; my sweet, nestling dove,
Oh! Father of mercy, have pity, and save
My baby and me from the dark, cold grave."

The Father heard, from his dwelling-place bright,
And sent down an angel on pinions of light;
And his pitying glance was so soft and so mild,
That its dim eyes brightened, and sweetly it smiled;
And it lay once more on its blest mother's knee,
And slumbered again all peacefully.

And years passed on; and the sinless child,
O'er whose slumbers the angels of God had smiled,
Had cast from his brow the brightness of truth,
The seal of his innocence, the joy of his youth;
And wild was his course of folly and sin,

And his heart showed no trace where an angel had been.

And the mother, whose prayer would not be denied,
Now in secret oft wept, and in penitence sighed:
"Oh! why, when the angels first whispered my boy,
Of the heavenly world and its blessed employ,
Did the love of his mother, so strong and so wild,
Withhold from their throng the pure soul of my child ?"

Oh! when a fair babe, on whose soul is no stain,
Is recalled to the arms of its Father again,
To dwell in His presence, so holy and bright,
Here a floweret of earth, there an angel of light,
They who most loved it, should feel 'twas but given
To gladden awhile, then guide them to Heaven.

LEARN TO WAIT.

"TIs said that life is short and vain"Tis long enough one truth to gain

A truth as clear, as daylight plainLearn to wait.

Would'st thou on high behold thy name,
Enroll'd upon the list of fame,
And all thy actions ranked the same,
Learn to wait.

Not idly wait, but action take,
And all thy soul courageous make-

If not for thee, for other's sake,

Learn to wait.

Make every moment richly bear

A record clear of actions fair,

Of all that's done, and all thou'lt dare, Learn to wait.

Make waiting, watching; and thou'll find

A better heart, a better mind,
To all, sincere, to all more kind;
Learn to wait.

W. B. STODDARD, BOOK, CARD, JOB & FANCY PRINTER,

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VOLUME XXV.

TALES

From the Model American Courier.

W. B. STODDARD, EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR.
HUDSON, N. Y. SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 15, 1849.

THE WICKED MAGISTRATE. A TOUCHING REMINISCENCE. SOME years ago, while an apprentice, my master gave me a bill to collect on an Alderman in the lower part of the city. On calling at his office, I found the Squire, and handed him the bill.

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"Sit down, my man," said he, and wait a few minutes, while I go over to my house-(which was opposite) and get you the money.

In a few minutes he appeared with the money in his hand-all in silver. He handed me his receipt book, and while I was writing the receipt, he counted the money and laid it on the desk beside me. After I had finished I picked up the money and counted it, as I had frequent charges to do so by my master, who was very particular in his business transactions.

"There is not enough, sir, by two dollars," said I, after I had counted it, and handed him the money back again to recount. He looked up from his docket-for he pretended to be very busily engaged in writing-and told me to count it again, for he was sure he had laid the whole of the bill by me. I re-counted it on his desk, laying each dollar by itself, and it showed just two dollars

short.

"I could swear," said the Alderman, in a vio. lent passion, "over a cart-load of Bibles, that I gave you the whole of the money. You must have put it in your pocket. So go home with you for I am very busy, and cannot be interrupted. I dare say you will find the money before you get there."

I began to cry bitterly on the imputation of being a thief. I told him I could not go home without the money-that my father had lately died and left my mother indigent, and the additional trouble of such an imputation cast upon her son, her only comfort, as she often said, in her affliction, I knew would kill her. "See here," said I, turning ny pockets wrong side out," you can see I did not put it in my pockets. Oh! sir," continued I, as the great worth of a good name presented itself to my mind, and my miserable situation if I should lose it-" do not, for Heaven's sake, ruin my character by sending me away without the whole of the money!"

"It is well," said the Alderman, in a rage, "that

I have no officer here, or your master would find you in prison!" and taking me by the arm, he put me out of doors.

I walked some distance homeward, and then sat down to reflect on what I should do.

"Heavens!" thought I," what shall I do?"— To go to my master without the money I could not as he would certainly believe the Alderman before me; and to go to my mother would be only adding to her trouble, as I knew she could not help me, as she barely made enough by her daily labor to sup. ply even her own moderate wants.

What a situation for a high-spirited boy to be placed in, by a man who had children of his own!

The very night before, to comfort my mother in her grief, I had told her what great things I would do for her, if God would spare me to become a man: and now to go and tell her I was suspected of being a thief, and may be, notwithstanding her high opinion of her boy, the thought might enter her bosom that her son was not entirely innocent-to go to her I could not, and would not.

My mind, even now, although this event occurred many years ago, recoils with terror from the resolution I had formed on that cellar-door, rather than go home a thief; but God ordered otherwise, and saved me from the guif in which I was about to plunge.

"What is the matter with you, William ?" said my cousin Annie, who just approached as I got up to put my terrible resolution in force; "you seem to have been crying. Are you sick? Do tell me what ails you?"

I walked along with her, (for she was saleswoman in a dry goods store in the neighborhood, and was going there from an errand when she met me) and told her my story. She sympathized deeply with me, and told me the Alderman did not bear a good character in the neighborhood, and that I must not mind it-that God would certainly protect me from all evil, if I would only trust in Him.

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I have some money," said she, "that I have been saving for my winter clothing; if you will walk up the street slowly, I will go in the store and get you what you want to make up your bill. I would ask you to come in," she continued, "but they will see you have been crying, and will want to know the reason, and I don't wish them to know anything about it."

I walked slowly up the street, and in a few min.

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utes was joined by my cousin, who handed me her purse.

"Be particular," said she, on parting, "not to say anything to your mother about it, as it would only unnecessarily trouble her, and I will likewise never open my lips about it, but keep it quiet."

And here I would like to linger and describe my lovely cousin Annie. Her angel countenanceher meek and lowly spirit, devoted piety and pure benevolence ;-but I must reserve it for another occasion.

I went home to my master and handed him the money; he counted it, and said it was all right.I pulled off my coat and attempted to go to work, but could not, as my heart was too full. I sat down on my bench and began to cry as if my heart would break, for my sore trial and escape had overcome me, now that it was over.

"William," said my master, in astonishment, calling me into the next room, out of the way of the rest of the boys," what can have happened?I saw when you came in you had been crying, but thought you might have fallen and hurt yourself, perhaps, or been hurt."

I briefly related what had occurred in the Alderman's office-hiding, however, the fact that he had sent me away without the balance of the money.

A few months afterwards my master told me he had been sent for by the same Alderman to take the patterns of a new sett of books. "But you said he had treated you so shamefully, William, that I determined to have nothing more to do with him, so I told him we could not make them."

How fervently I thanked God for this mark of confidence in my master!--none can realize but those who have been placed in similar circumstances

But I will not prolong (to me) a melancholy reminiscence further than to say that I have lived to see the just retribution of Heaven fall upon that unjust magistrate; his office taken from him, his character a by-word, and himself a fugitive from justice, and obliged to end his days, separated from his family, in a foreign land.

We should be careful, I know, not to call Mis. fortune by the name of Retribution: but if there be a sin before high Heaven greater than others, it is stealing the character of a poor Widow's hope

her Son.

New Jersey, July 21, 1849.

W. J.

BIOGRAPHY.

JOHN LE ROND D'ALEMBERT.

JOHN LE ROND D'ALEMBERT, born at Paris in 1717, was the son of M. Destouches and the celebrated Madame de Tencin. He was left on the steps of a church by his unworthy parents, and was so weak that, instead of sending him to the Foundling Hospital, the comissary of police intrusted him to the care of a poor glazier's wife. Repenting of his barbarity, his father subsequently settled on him an annuity of fifty pounds. D'Alembert was brought up at Mazarin College, where he made surprising progress in mathematics. On his quitting the college he went to reside with his nurse, with

never courted philosophers, replied, "Because the
latter know that they want money, while the for.
mer do not know that they want wisdom." Who
so independent of the blind goddess as the ruined
gamester, when he exclaimed, after a run of ill
luck, "O spiteful Fortune! you may make me
lose as much as you please, but I defy you to make
me pay!"

HUMANITY.

IT is much more shown in our conduct towards animals, where we are irresponsible, except to heaven, than towards our fellow-creatures, where we are restrained by the laws, by public opinion, and by fear of retaliation. The more defenceless and humble the creature, the greater is the merit of treating it kindly, since our tenderness must

Dryden evinces no great respect for this deity, spring from a high, principle or a feeling heart.

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when he exclaims

"Fortune a goddess is to fools alone,

The wise are always masters of their own."

GRATITUDE.

Ir this be justly defined as "a lively sense of benefits to come," ingratitude is so far preferable, that it is free from hypocrisy and sordid motives, and releases the bencfactor as well as the benefited. If the one be a calculating virtue, the other is at least a frank vice. Great ingratitude cannot be common, because great beneficence is rare, and its

Show me the man that is a lover of animals, and I will answer for his philanthropy.

How refined and considerate was the humanity of the master-butcher, who, in defending his drover for inflicting a tremendous blow upon the eye of an ox, exclaimed, "What harm could he do by striking the beast over the head, where it does not injure the meat?"

HEART.

ACCORDING to a French author, those men pass

ses a susceptible heart, has an inexhaustible mine of sweet emotions. Let him cherish its tenderness, and guard, above all things, against those outpourings of envy or uncharitableness, which inevitably harden the heart, as the foam exuded by testaceous animals encrusts into shell.

alleged frequency, therefore, is often a pretext the most comfortably through the world, who have a good digestion and a hard heart; the former trumped up by the parsimonious to save their pockets. To be deterred by such a plea from prac-preserving them from all the annoyances of dystising charity, when we have the means. is to pepsia, and the latter from those painful feelings to commit towards heaven the very offence which which the compassionate and the sympathising are we are imputing to our fellow-creatures. Besides, perpetually subject. Such a man, indeed, may whom he continued for forty years, and loved her one man's ingratitude is not another man's ingrati. have fewer pains, but can he enjoy any pleasure, with filial affection. He was admitted a member tude. Beneficent people are rarely grateful; they except the vulgar ones of sense? He that posseslook upon common favors like common politeness, of the Academy of Sciences in 1741, and soon acas a matter of course. An apparent gratitude may quired a distinguished reputation by several mathematical works. His merit at length obtained for sometimes be the sharpest revenge. Sir Charles him a pension from the government. He next Sedley, when he joined the Prince of Orange, said co-operated with Diderot in compilling the Encyclo. of King James the Second-"He has made my pædia, for which he composed the preliminary daughter a Countess, and I will show my gratitude discourse. Nor was he only celebrated as a math-by endeavoring to make his a Queen." It will be ematician; for he gave to the world several valuable recollected, that Sedley's daughter, created Coun. historical and philosophical productions. Among them are the Eulogies on the Members of the French Academy of which body he became secretary in 1772. Splendid offers were made to him by the empress Catherine and the king of Prussia, if he would quit his country; but they were refused. D'Alembert died in 1783.

MISCELLANY.

FORTUNE.

A BLIND goddess, who sometimes bestows her smiles upon fools, in order to reconcile men of sense to her frowns; and often runs from the proud, to revisit the wretched. A man of fortune is one who is so unfortunate as to be released froin the necessity of employment for the mind, and exercise for the body, the two great constituents of health and happiness; who has everything to fear and nothing to hope; and who consequently pays in anxiety and ennui more than the value of his money. Fortune is painted blind, in order to show her impartiality; but when she cheers the needy with hope, and depresses the wealthy with distrust, me. thinks she confers the richest boon on the poorest man, and injures those upon whom she bestows her

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tess of Dorchester, was James's mistress, and that

the Prince of Orange's wife, afterwards Queen
Mary, was James's daughter.

LAZY BEAVERS.

IT is a curious fact, says a trapper, that among the Beavers there are some that are lazy, and will not work at all, either to assist in building lodges or dams, or to cut down wood for their winter stock. The industrious ones beat these idle fellows, and drive them away; sometimes cutting off a part of their tail, and otherwise injuring them. The "Paresseux" are more easily caught in the traps than the others, and the trapper rarely misses one of them. They only dig a hole from the water running obliquely towards the surface of the ground twentyfive or thirty feet, frem which they emerge, when hungry, to obtain food, returning to the same hole with the wood they procure to eat the bark. They never form dams, and are sometimes to the number of five or seven together; are all males. It is not all improbable that these unfortunate fellows have, as is the case with the males of mony species of animals, been engaged in fighting with others of their sex, and after having been conquered and driven away from the lodge, have become idlers from a kind of necessity. The working Beavers on the contrary, associate, males, females, and young together.-Aududon and Bachman.

A QUAKER in a stage-coach with an officer, ob. served, that his sword was very troublesome. All my enemies are of the same opinion, replied the captain.

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HIGHLAND PRIDE. MACDONALD, the last of the Lords of the Isles, happening to be in Ireland, was invited to an entertainment given by the Lord Lieutenant. He chanced to be among the last in coming in, and sat himself down at the foot of the table near the door. The Lord Lieutenant requested him to sit beside him. Macdonald asked in his native tongue, "What the earl said ?" On being told that he was desired to move towards the head of the table, he replied, "Tell the earl that wherever Macdonald sits, that is the head of the table."

FEE.

A MEMBER of the tonsorial profession having purchased a lot of soap that fell short some dozen cakes, was informed that was decidedly the grea. test shave-in-soap he had ever heard of.

The Rural Repository.

FORTUNE-TELLER-A pickpocket, discerning enough to limit his or her depredations to gulls and simpletons. The girl who told the gipsy by whom she had been promised a large fortune, that she might deduct another sixpence, provided she would realize her prediction, and pay over the remainder of the money at once. It is remarkable that in our aspirations after wealth, we never betake our. selves to the wealthy, who might be the most likely to communicate the secret of its acquisition; but rather lend ourselves to the delusions of the ragged and the starving, whose poverty is the sur. est proof that they are totally ignorant of the mag-precious volume. Short as the span may seem on looking

num arcanum. One must have the ears of Midas
to listen to those who pretend to possess his
touch.

HISTORY-The Newgate calendar of kings and rulers, which finds no materials in the happiness or virtue of states, and is therefore little better than a record of human crime and misery. It may be doubted whether we should tempt children to become misanthropes, by perusing it too early. At a more mature age they may beneficially distinguish the momentary triumph of crime, from the eternal lot of virtue. To form an opinion of human nature from a perusal of history, is like judging of a fine city by its sewers and cess-pools.

HEAD-A bulbous excrescence, of special use to many as a peg for hanging a hat on-as a barber's block for supporting wigs-as a target for shoot

A CERTAIN Esculapian, never known to refuse his golden honorarium, not having received it one morning from a patient whom he had been long ing at when rendered conspicuous by a shining

attending, affected to be searching about very ear.
nestly upon the floor. "What are you looking for,
Doctor ?" inquired the sick man. "For my fee,"
was the reply; "not finding it in my hand, I sus-
pect I must have dropped it." "No, Doctor, no;
have made a small mistake; it is I who have
you
dropped it!"

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helmet-as a snuff box or a chatterbox-as a ma-
chine for fitting into a halter or guillotine-as a
receptacle for freaks, fancies, follies, passions, pre-
judices, predilections-for anything, in short, but

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SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 15, 1849.

THE CLOSE OF THE 25TH VOLUME. A TWELVE-MONTH has passed away, another Volume of the Repository is finished. If this could teach in its true import the brevity and the worth of time, it would be a most

back, what scenes of joy and wit, of brilliant hope and crushing despair; of mighty plans and baffled designs has it not produced and witnessed. But we may not go back over the past, we must learn the record as it is written on each brow, and the rememberance as it is cherished in each heart.

We return our thanks to our patrons and hope that they will favor us with a continuation of their patronage which they have bestowed upon us for more than a quarter of a century.

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We hope the patrons of the Repository will take this subject into consideration. The close of the year is at hand when small demands should be provided for, and particularly those which are like the scattered subscriptions for a periodical, very difficult to be collected unless the debtor is really honorable, and chooses to discharge them.

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THE present Post Office Law, will probably prevent our sending a Large Prospectus as heretofore, in consequence of

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CIRCUS.

Sands, Circus is coming heigho! heigho!
Where every fair lady, may go with her beau,
"A little fun now and then

Is relished by the wisest men."

R. SANDS & Co's Magnificent Mammoth Troupe of Equestrians and Animals, will be exhibited on the 20th of this month. The leading features of this extensive Company consist of a pair of trained Elephants, and 10 Egyptian Camels, 20 Lilliputian Ponies, who are taught to perform all kinds of wonderful feats. We presume that it will be one of the greatest performances ever exhibited in this City. Messrs. Pentland and Aymar the distinguished Clowns

"Will make those laugh who never laughed before, And those who always laughed, now laugh the more."

Letters Containing Remittances,
Received at this Office, ending Wednesday last, deducting
the amount of postage paid.
Mrs. H. B. Amsterdain, N. Y. $4,00.

MARRIAGES.

On the 30th ult. by the Rev. Jacob C. Duy, Mr. Abram M. Myres to Miss Catherine, daughter of Mr. Jacob L. Potts, all of Livingston.

In Livingston, on the 29th, ult. by the Rev. J. Boyd, Mr. Henry Perlee to Miss Emeline Butler, all of Germantown.

DEATHS.

In this city, on the 3d inst. Henry C. Bottsford, infant child of Alex. Botisford, aged 1 year and 9 months.

On the 7th inst. Isabella, daughter of Wm. and Esther M. Benedict, aged 8 years.

At Stuyvesant, on the 29th ult. Mr. Peter V. N. Van Allen aged 44 years.

At Williamsburg, on the 31st. ult. Helen, daughter of the late William Mather, aged 20 years.

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W. B. STODDARD, BOOK, CARD, JOB & FANCY PRINTER,

AT THE OFFICE OF THE

RURAL REPOSITORY,

One door above the corner of Warren and Third-sts.

W. B. S. would inform the public that he has the greatest variety of the newest styles of type, cuts, and embellishments to be found in this or any other city; and that he is ready to do all kinds of PRINTING in a superior manner, and at the most reduced prices. He would also state, that he has a BOOK BINDERY connected with the above establishment, and persons wishing Books printed can also have them Bound, by making one contract for the whole, thereby making the expense come considerable less. JUSTICES' BLANKS, DEEDS, MORTGAGES, LANDLORD'S LEASES, BLANK ROAD LISTS, &c. For Sale at the Rural Repository Office. Hudson, April, 1849.

New Volume, October, 1849.

RURAL REPOSITORY.

Vol. 26, Commencing Oct. 6, 1849,

EMBELLISHED WITH NUMEROUS ENGRAVINGS.

Price $1 Clubs from 45 to 75 Cents. THE RURAL REPOSITORY will be devoted to Polite Literature, containing Moral and Sentimental Tales, Original Communications, Biographies, Traveling Sketches, Amusing Miscellany, Huniorous and Historical Anecdotes, Valuable Recipes, Poetry, &c. The first Number of the Twenty-sixth Volume of the RURAL REPOSITORY will be issued on Saturday the 6th of October, 1849.

The "Repository" circulates among the most intelligent families of our country and is hailed as a welcome visitor, by all that have favored us with their patronage. It has stood the test of more than a quarter of a century; amid the many changes that have taken place and the ups and downs of life, whilst hundreds of a similar character have perished, our humble Rural has continued on, from year to year, until it is the Oldest Literary Paper in the United States.

CONDITIONS.

THE RURAL REPOSITORY will be published every other Saturday in the Quarto form, containing twenty-six numbers of eight pages each, with a title page and index to the volume, making in the whole 208 pages. It will also be embellished with numerous Engravings, and consequently it will be one of the neatest, cheapest, and best literary papers in the country.

TERMS.

ONE DOLLAR per annum, invariably in advance. We have a few copies of the 11th, 12th, 16th, 17th, 18th, 19th, 20th, 21st, 23d, 24th and 25th volumes, and any one sending for the 26th, volume, can have as many copies of either of these volumes as they wish at the same rate as that volume. All volumes not mentioned above will not be sold, except when a whole set is wanted.

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From the Sunday Mercury.

THE MOUSE AND THE CAKE.

BY ELIZA COOK.

A MOUSE found a beautiful piece of plum-cake, The richest and sweetest that mortal could make; "Twas heavy with citron and fragrant with spice, And covered with sugar all sparkling as ice.

"My stars!" cried the mouse, while his eyes beamed with glee,

"Here's a treasure I've found, what a feast it will be;
But hark! there's a noise, 'tis my brothers at play,
So I'll hide with the cake, lest they wander this way.

Not a bit shall they have, for I know I can eat
Every morsel myself, and I'll have such a treat;"
So off went the mouse as he held the cake fast,
While his hungry young brothers went scampering past.

From Godey's Lady's Book.

THE ONE HOPE.

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