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No. 1. BENEATH the vast cathedral's dome l’T would touch no sweeter chord of joy From which the sculptured saints look To wake some loved one from the dead.
down, The nobles of the land have come The alchemist, in days of old, To vest their monarch with the crown.
Tried with vain toil and mystic art But when, amid the anthem's burst, To turn the baser ores to gold They place him on the kingly seat,
And gain the idol of his heart. In priestly hand my sacred first
But what with fruitless care he sought, Renders the solemn act complete.
That mocking danced before his eyes, In Arctic seas my first is found,
In latter days my whole has wrought, Where icebergs sleep in frozen calm, And gives to men the longed-for prize. Yet hides itself beneath the ground, For, to the beggar, in a day, And droops upon the tropic palm.
*Unbounded wealth it often brings,
And turns the squalid huts of clay Over her flushed and fevered child To palaces of money-kings. The mother bends with anxious gaze; And yet, sometimes, its silent deeps Distraught with care, with terror wild, Have swallowed riches, hopes, and health ; Hope scarcely dawns through weary days. But when it o'er its victim weeps, But could she think that of her boy Men turn its very tears to wealth. My second ever should be said,
I am composed of 8 letters. My 9, 2, 11, 3, is a small piece of confec- My 6, 4, 8, must have three to make it. tionery.
My 1, 8, 4, only a couple. My 17, 13, is a denial.
My 7, 4, 2, wants one to make a thousand. My 1, 16, 15, is very useful in the study My 8, 2, 5, 3, is the humblest of beings, of geography.
and a “great conqueror." My 7, 18, 5, 10, is a musical instrument. My whole, no man, woman, or child ever My 14, 6, belongs to me.
saw; it fact it is not, nor ever was. My 17, 8, 12, 4, implies something pleasing.
C. H. W.
ILLUSTRATED REBUS.- No. 4.
C. H. W. PUZZLE.
No. 1. (THE FISHERMAN's.) I once went out a-fishing,
An insect on a streamlet, A-fishing in the sea,
And a verb that disagrees, And a very odd lot of fish I got,
A crooked letter listening, As you will shortly see.
And the signet of the seas. For first I caught a sunbeam,
A shoe for icy weather, And a portion of a shoe,
A thing to roast your meat, With a piece of moorland heather, Some lime-wash for your ceiling, And a pretty lassie too.
And a feathered creature's seat.
I caught a situation
To which I had an eye, And a prickly hinder portion
That floated gently by.
I caught a woman's jewel,
A letter on a card,
Who was shod with an extra yard.
I caught a cooking apple,
And a wildling sour as well,
And a past tense of a smell.
The last thing I caught was a tumble,
And that was enough for me ;
In the wonderful deep blue sea.
CONUNDRUMS. 1. What is that which is so brittle that, 4. Why is an amiable and beautiful girl like
if you only name it, you are sure to one letter in deep thought, another break it?
approaching you, a third bearing a 2. Why is a Hebrew in a fever like a dia. torch, and a fourth singing psalms ? mond ring?
5. Why do we buy shoes ? 3. What is the loftiest island in the world? 16. Why are hot rolls like a caterpillar ?
| 27. Chushan Rishathaim.
28. Bethlehem Ephratah. CONUNDRUMS.
ILLUSTRATED REBUSES. 28. When it is reserved. 29. Because it has been repressed. 30. A-gate. 30. Man's inhumanity to man makes countless 31. None, — they are all carried.
thousands mourn. [(Man's in human eye)
T 2 (man) make (scow) n t less thousands CHARADES.
(mower) n.) 21. I-sin-glass. 22. Mus-qui-toe. 23. Rob-in-Hood. 24. Fare-well.
31. But screw your courage to the sticking point
and you 'll not fail. [(But) (screw) (ewer) ENIGMAS.
(cur) (age) (tooth) e (stick) (king) (point) & 13 Santa Claus.
(ewe) '1] * (knot) f (ale). ) 24. People who live in glass houses should not ..
104 32. Fancy flies before the wind. [(Fans) y (flies) throw stones.
(beef o'er tea) (he) (w in d).] 25. London-on-Thames. 26. Tramp, tramp, the boys are marching.
* Omitted in the drawing.
In this cosey corner we propose to have a little familiar talk from time to time
with the great multitude of our dear young friends, and to make a few occasional notes, in the way of comment or reply, to such of the letters we receive as seem to require particular attention. It is quite impossible that, even here and in this brief way, all the letters which our kind correspondents send can be answered, or even acknowledged, for those letters amount to many hundreds every month, and a simple record of them would fill up more pages than can be spared from subjects that are more important and more generally interesting. These hosts of little writers must take it for granted that the chubby post-boy whose picture is at the top of this page brings us safely all the letters they intrust to him, and that every day we sit down and examine the big pile he tumbles out of his satchel, reading with pleasure every expression of interest that we find there, and welcoming every contribution and every offer of help gladly, although we are not able to do more than read and feel gratified with most of them. Why, the letters that come about the “Evening Lamp" each month would almost fill a half-bushel ! — so let none of all the anxious and hopeful little readers wonder or grieve that their offerings are not printed. Out of such a vast number we have to select what seem to us the best, and this is no easy task, but one which occupies many hours and much thought,) because the readers of the Magazine must have the very best which we can find for them. We are just as much obliged for the hundreds which we have to lay aside, as for the tens which we think it well to print. It is not so much the great excellence of what is presented to us, as the kind-hearted desire to give us help and their fellow-readers pleasure, although expressed in the rudest and most unpresentable way, which gives us delight in our correspondents. Let it be further remembered, O beloved young folks, that your efforts to prepare something worthy of our acceptance do you just as much benefit, if the result does not quite reach our standard of excellence, as if it were one of the best things in a whole volume; and that we all, young and old, should always try to do desirable and pleasant things for the simple sake of the good that is in them, not on account of any satisfaction or advantage that may afterward be derived from them.
F. N. C. writes thus: “I send you a line for Irene (who does not date her letter) sends us a the ‘Evening Lamp' department of your Maga- little story and two pieces of verse, which she hopes zine, if you deem it worthy. The curiosity of it is, are good enough to be published. We wish they you will perceive, that the letters composing it are were, for they are quite nicely done ; but Irene and in the same order whether read backwards or for all beginners must remember that they come in wards : ‘Hannah he won not ere we were ton; competition with the most skilful writers in the now eh, Hannah?' The sentence is correct gram- country when they offer us their compositions, and matically, and contains twelve more letters than that they can no more expect to do as well with 'Lewd did I live & evil I did dwel,' the author of their heads as grown and practised persons, than which offered a reward to any one who would pro- to do as much and as efficient work with their duce a similar line." This is ingenious, but does hands as stout and capable men and women. not fulfil the conditions of the original, which could H. sends from Lancaster, Mass., a sketch called not only be read both ways, but made good sense, “Bessie's Birthday,” which is very clever, but is as this does not, being only a collection of words. of too personal a character for so large an audience Who will do better?
OUR YOUNG FOLKS.
An Illustrated Magazine
MAN went through the village one day driving a load of posts. By and by he stopped and threw one of them down by the roadside. A good lady saw him from her window, and said to herself, “ Why, here is a kind-hearted man indeed! He is lightening his load because he thinks it too heavy for his horses.” Presently he threw off another post. “The kindest-hearted man I ever saw!” soliloquized the lady; but the small boys following him saw that he kept lightening his load till it was quite gone, and a line of white posts lay along the roadside as far as they could see. “Mitter Anner, what all them thticks for?” said inquisitive young Archie; but, without waiting for a reply, he hurried off to new wonders. Three other men came up with shovel and scoop, and various tools, and they scooped out deep holes, and set up the posts in them, and marched on. One of these holes they left unfilled over night, and when they were gone I went out and looked down into the deep round cavity, and there at the bottom sat merry, mischievous little Puck, and winked up at me with his saucy bright
eyes. And who is Puck? O, a funny hobgoblin that promised three hundred years ago to put a girdle round about the earth in forty minutes, and who seems sometimes seriously to be setting himself to the task, and again, in
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1866, by TICK NOR and Fields, in the Clerk's
Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts. VOL. II. — NO. II,