Bustle, bustle, clear the way, He moves, we move, they move to-day; Pulling, hauling, fathers calling, Mothers bawling, children squalling, Coaxing, teasing, whimpering, rattling; Pots and pans, and kettles rattling, Tumbling bedsteads, flying bedspreads, Broken chairs, and hollow wares, Strew the street――’tis moving day. Bustle, bustle, stir about, Some moving in――some moving out; Some move by team, some move by hand, An annual callithumpian band. Landlords dunning, tenants shunning; Laughing, crying, dancing, sighing―― Spiders dying, feathers flying, Shaking bed rugs, killing bed bugs, Scampering rats, mewing cats, Whining dogs, grunting hogs, What’s the matter? moving day! COUNTRY PURSUITS.――How happy is the condition of the farmer, and of country people generally, at this fine season; how great their privileges, living amidst the fields which are now putting on their green attire, the woods whose buds are bursting into leaf, and the flowers which are beginning to display their bloom! How great is their privilege, instead of being amid the din of carts and wagons, to be cheered by the minstrelsy of birds during the day, and soothed at night by the plaintive notes of the frogs, which issue from every valley. How fragrant the air――how cheerful, healthful, peaceful, the occupation of sowing, planting and pruning! Let no man living in the country, envy city people and their fine houses. Let no man, whose lot is to labor with his hands, envy those who live without labor. Of all persons, those who live without bodily labor are most likely to miss the great ends of life――health, peace of mind, and contentment; none so likely to obtain them, as those who toil with their hands. There is many a rich man, who has broken down his constitution by care, anxiety, and mental exertion, that would gladly resign his houses, and horses and carriages, for the good appetite, the sweet sleep, the cheerful serenity of the day laborer. I once heard of a beggar, who applied to a rich man for relief from hunger. “Hunger?” said the rich man;――“hunger! why, my friend, I would give all I am worth for such an appetite. Hunger, indeed!――why, you are infinitely less a beggar than I. Sometimes you suffer, perhaps, for want of food; still, in general, you can get a crust of bread, or a piece of cold meat; and with your appetite, these are delicious. Thus, eating is, after all, a source of great enjoyment to you. But I have no appetite; I never eat but with aversion. Thus, in the midst of abundance and seeming luxury, through loss of health, I am worse than a beggar.”