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sent and future happiness. Yarmouth
is a maritime place of considerable im-
portance. Roma is the classic name of
a place once mighty, but now debased
and powerless. Solitary is the condition
of a man when he is alone with the per-
son he loves best, and I should say, too,
let me tell Miss S. N. whether he is with
that person or not. Alamo is famous in
martial history, as the spot where many
brave men fell fighting in a questionable
cause. A file is a bad thing to bite—so
I should think, though I never tried it.
The immortality of the soul is of immense
importance to all. CO. W. P.

 

ANSWER TO ENIGMA NO. VII.

‘Sidon is the name of an ancient city.
A noun is anything and everything. Cu-
pid is sometimes caled a thief. Soil is
real estate. People are owt, when there
is nothing between them and the sky
but an umbrella. My whole is the Dis-
solution of the Union, which seems to
Whe of great importance to many living
both at the North and at the South.

G. R.

 

ANSWER TO CHARADE NO, VIII,
Dispute between two belles ran high,
Until, at length, a passer-by,

Fearing the strife their bliss would mar,
Pronounced them both upon a par.

This matter settled, now a fix!
For having tried the vowels six,
None will suffice, try as they may,
But just this little letter a.

Anon, they seize the Frenchman’s purse,
And things grow here from bad to worse;
They.o’er the coin make great ado;

One calls it sol, the other sow.

Again, as ‘warm grows the discussion,
‘They deem it fair to change the version ;

THE YOUTH’S CABINET.

One voice is pitched on do, re, mi,
The other cries, “fa, sol, la, si.”

All this debate took place one day,
Beneath Sol’s bright and burning ray ;
It would be wiser were they all

To elevate their parasol. ESSIE,

 

CHARADE NO. Ik,

My first doth name a numerous race
Of beings on our earth,

Each serves his time—then leaves the place
Allotted him by birth.

A race so numerous, that the sand
Which whitens on our shore,

In grains could barely count this band,—
Could count them, and no more.

And yet a race so strange withal,
So varied in their make,

That no two on this earthly ball
Of structure like partake.

My next is but a trifle slight,
Indeed scarce more than naught,

Yea, if considered in one light,
It were not worth a thought.

Yet on its simple point has hung
A nation’s weal or woe,

Their all from kings it oft hath wrung,
As history might show.

Proud forms have too, with quivering lip,
Before it bowed their pride,

When on the field, or in the ship,
They would have sooner died.

My whole,—what is't {—sure you can tell,
Who've been a boy like me,

Who've learned to “read, and write, and spell,”
And conned the Rule of Three.

Did’st never see the time, at school,
When not a lesson learned,

A seat upon the dunce’s stool,
You had most fairly earned ?

And think—was not a promise made,
If you transgressed again,

That heavier stripes upon you laid,
Would cause a keener pain?

My whole, in promises like this
Hath nature just the same ;
You know full well its kind, I wis,

Now will you tell its name? LOUIS