St ILLUSTRATED REBUS.-No. 54 RUSSIA WHAT CHARADE. No. 55. FROM the scented clover, From the woodbine bower, Where the busy rover Clings to the bending flower; From the summer roses, Where, by the sunbeams nursed, Each swelling bud uncloses, Comes my drowsy first. When the lamp is lighted At the close of day, Entering uninvited, Never asked to stay, Round the chamber wheeling, Now circling slow, now fast, Blundering 'gainst wall and ceiling Flies my clumsy last. By forest and by fountain, On rock and stone and tree, By woodland and by mountain, Where there's an eye to see ; On wall of city dwelling, On forest giant's bole, Stand the inscriptions telling The reader of my whole. B Now change my form, my tribe is daily sought By men who need some object for their sport; This head remove, my face remains to scare All truant urchins who my presence dare. Restore and change again, I oft in meadows hide, Spreading most widely with the rising tide; Remove my present head, and what is left Denotes depression, or of health bereft. Double my second, cast my third away, And, without me, no weaver needs the sley; Now restore my third, take away my last, I make endurable a wintry blast. Write me as at first, then one half retire, I am two fifths of that all men admire ; Which, when from marts of business they retire, Is oft their chief, sometimes their sole desire. NEWBURYPORT. ANSWERS. 42. Checker-board. CARL. PUZZLE. No. 56. I AM a beast on western prairies found, And skulk at night about the farmer's ground; Russia's cold steppes I scour prey to pur sue, And victims make of all I can subdue. 43. I add the remaining figures together, and subtract them from nine, or the multiple of nine next larger than their sum. 44. Plan to live within your income. [(Plant) (tool) IV (withe in ewer) (in comb).] 45. The sad catastrophes and bitter calamities of war are passed, and gentle Peace reigns now. [(The's add) (cat) (ass) (trophies) (& br) (Turk) A (lamb) it is of (war) R (pass) (tangent) L (piece) (rain) (snow).] 46. Oliver Cromwell. 47. Bower. Will o' the Wisp-whose beautifully sketched rebuses we have under consideration says: "DEAR LETTER Box, "Noticing the inquiries of your correspondents in regard to soap-bubbles, I thought of some directions I had seen in an old magazine for blowing 'Rainbow Bubbles.' I give them entire. "Take three quarters of a pint of water that has boiled and got cold, and put into it a quarter of an ounce of Castile soap, cut up fine. Put this into a pint bottle, and set it in hot water, in a saucepan, on the fire; there let it remain an hour or so now and then with a shake-up), till the soap has dissolved. Now let the fluid stand quiet for a few hours, for the impurities and coloring matter of the soap to settle; then pour off the fluid, and add to it eight (8) ounces of glycerine, and your bubble solution is ready. In an ordinary way you may blow the bubbles easily with a clean tobacco pipe: but, if you wish to attain scientific perfection, you had better employ a glass pipe. These bubbles are so strong you can play battledore with them."" 1. Wonder. We could not think of admitting such ill-behaving and ill-speaking children to our family. Low language is pardonable nowhere, and least of all in a story for children. Eddie W. F. Write to D. Appleton & Co., of New York City, for stamp albums, or for the prices of them. Bert Hart. Any cabinet-maker or carpenter can make a book-rack, if you show him the picture. Or you can write to Dr. Dio Lewis, Boston, for full particulars. Jennie. Yes. But, when you send for the books, be sure to refer to the permission given here. Clay Hill. Attend to your grammar and spelling-book. Herbert. Write only when you feel really impelled to do it, - not when a mere fancy for putting words together seizes upon your mind. Let what you write lie quietly by for a while, unless, of course, you have written for a particular purpose and time; compare what you do at one time with what you did three or six months before, and look closely for any signs of progress. If, as you follow this course, your work seems honest and good, and others care to see it in print, there can be no objection to your publishing, so long as you remember that hundreds can do the same thing just as well. Hautboy & Al P. Your rebus was well made out, but unfortunately the subject was very badly "Nantucket Shore." We want the address of misquoted. the author of some verses with this title. "Many Readers." To use your own wits, instead of being stupid and depending on others to help you out of difficulties, is the warning held up by the folly and luckless experiences of the Peterkins, who would not think for themselves. You may be as silly, perhaps, in your own way. Alice L. Thank you for your letter. We shall be glad to hear from you again, for you have written well and interestingly. Although you are not strong, you need have no fear that you cannot be useful to others, and do them good. If your mind is well stored, and your spirit well tempered, and you exercise both mind and spirit thoughtfully, earnestly, and patiently, you cannot fail to be of service by your conversation and example, even though your infirmity should prevent you from being useful by mere strength of body. May White. It is not at all necessary to say anything about it. Common sense, the duration of the call, and the weather, will determine so small a point. N. W. Mr. Eichberg is now the Director of the Boston Conservatory of Music,- an institution with five or six hundred pupils. He is a very cultivated musician, a fine violinist, and a man of much practical experience. He did occupy the place you mention at the late Musical Festival in Boston. Edwin A. P. (1.) In the autumn. (2.) Probably. (3.) Her family name is Guelph. A. H. M. We know of no good book on lathework for beginners. Chemistry. Stockhardt's "Elements of Chemistry" is a good book. To Many Friends. Answers must be sent to every question of enigmas, or the contribution must go into the waste-basket unread. Jesse W. F. A little too involved. Penelope Tittletone. You must excuse us for not complying with your request. We do not quite like the idea, and have always avoided it in any form. Charlotte M. Packard, whose address we do not know, writes this appropriate summer poem: "AN OLD STORY. "What so gay as a Honey-bee, Sailing the green fields over? There in the heart of a clover. "All the blossoms nod to him, 'Say, Brown-coat, will you buy? 'Mine are the sweet stores,' saith the red; And the white saith, Sweet am I !' "Where shall I choose to banquet? This poppy is bright and warm; But the clematis hangs in clusters, It would shelter one in a storm.' "Droning, and spreading his velvet, He floats on the languid air, While the sun shines out of heaven, And the world to him is fair. "But he is a busy worker, Not idly his days are spent ; He hums at his toil forever, Like the very soul of content. "Children, gather the honey! Something beside the flower; For one will last in the winter, And the other will last but an hour!" So you all guessed last month's puzzle to be "Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown," - did you Good children! Now try this, which is not Shakespeare, by the way. OUR YOUNG FOLKS. An Illustrated Magazine FOR BOYS AND GIRLS. VOL. IV. SEPTEMBER, 1868. No. IX. THE CRUISE OF THE LITTLE STARLIGHT. NE golden summer afternoon, three good friends were sitting on the broad, flat top of a stone wall, which rose from a river's brink, all intent upon a little ship. Their names were Harry, Pinkie, and Major Brown. Of course you know that Harry was a boy; but I dare say you think Pinkie was a small gray cat, and Major Brown a big Newfoundland dog. Not a bit of it. They were Harry's elder and younger brothers. Their father had given them these queer titles just because he loved them; for Major Brown's real name was Ned, and as to Pinkie, I have either forgotten or never heard his other name, so we will just call him "Pinkie," and that will be the long and the short of it. Such a pretty little ship as they had, with her masts and sails all complete, and a long streamer of red, white, and blue floating from the tallest mast! She was Pinkie's present on his last birthday; and this very afternoon she was to be christened and launched. "Now, fellows!" shouted Pinkie, gleefully, "this splendid, clipper-built A No. 1 vessel is ready to sail on her first voyage., Hurrah for the Little Starlight! She's the ship to go all the way to Panama and back before you can say 'Jack Robinson'!" Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1868, by TICK NOR AND FIELDS, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts. "We must christen her first, of course," said Harry. "I mean to ask mamma for a little bottle of real currant wine to break on her bows." "O Harry, I want to christen her! let me christen her!" cried Ned; and, in his delight at the thought, he got up on the flat stone and jumped round in a circle on one foot. "But Marie is the one to do it," answered Harry; "ladies always christen ships." "O-h!" said Ned, looking rather dismal for a moment, when Harry proposed that they should run to the house to get their little sister; whereupon Ned brightened up, and they raced off together at such a rate that they very nearly got ahead of themselves. The town where these children live is in the State of Massachusetts. It is a very beautiful place, and there are a number of lovely country-seats all about it, but I think this place is the very nicest of all. It was also the most remarkable, for the house was built on a darling little island in the middle of a river. The whole island belonged to Mr. Ludlow, their father. Like Robinson Crusoe, he was monarch of all he surveyed, as far as the island went. It was entirely surrounded by a stone wall about two feet high, and was connected with the main-land by a very handsome stone bridge with one fair arch. A velvety lawn sloped gracefully before the house; grand old trees drooped their protecting boughs over the water's edge, and waved their majestic heads above the gray walls of the fine old family mansion, while away to the south stretched garden, grapery, and orchard. Presently Harry and Ned appeared on the front steps with their sister. She was a little darling, six years old. In her hand she carried very carefully a mite of a phial, such as is used for homœopathic medicine. It was filled with currant wine, of which it might hold about a thimbleful. Harry's arms were laden with a dozen ginger snaps, three toy barrels, Shem, Ham, and Japhet out of Noah's Ark, and a wooden horse with half a head and one leg. This was the cargo and crew. And dear little Major Brown, his eyes sparkling with delight and affection, lugged along his beloved cat Pepper, upside down, determined that he, too, should see the show, sucking his tongue (the Major, not the cat) as hard as he could the whole time. The moment they appeared, Pinkie rushed towards them, stubbed his toe, went head over heels, never minded it an atom, got up again, and placed himself at the head of the procession; and they all marched to where the Little Starlight lay, that is, her keel was run into a groove in a long, flat board. "Now-let-me see," said Pinkie, when they were once more come fortably seated on the flat stone; "first of all, we must have some ballast." "Ballast? what's that?" asked Marie. "Why, stones to keep her steady," said Pinkie. "O, but, if you put stones in the dear little ship, she will drown," said Marie. "No, she won't," said Harry. "Real ships are always ballasted. Maju, won't you jump down and pick up some stones? "O, but if I let Pepper go he 'll run away," objected the Major. |
