THE YOUTHS CABINET.

Ye birds—ye merry little birds
That sweetly sing to me,

From every field and meadow fair,
From every green-leaved tree ;

Oh! sweetest music of the birds,
Oh! rarest melody

Which nestled in my childhood’s home!
Good bye—a last Good bye!

Ye fields, where oft my feet have strayed
Among the pleasant flowers,
Beneath the shade of lofty trees
Where swiftly sped the hours;
My cottage home among the vines,
My native, glorious hills ;
Ye noble hearts, ye loving eyes,
Soft as the summer sky,
Friends of my happy, dreaming youth—
A long, a last Good bye!

Our bark is on the ocean wave,
The shore is dying fast,
And here with feverish brain and heart
I stand and weep the past.—
Oh past! serene and bright, thou past
Forever gone from me!
-How oft in tears, in bitter tears,
_ I pine and weep for thee |—
Ye hearts of love, ye fields and flowers,
Voices of melody,
And summer birds, I bid ye all
A last—a last Good bye!

 

ANSWER TO CHARADE NO. IX.

Mr. Eprror,—lI do love to study one

of Master Louis’ charades. They are
always excellent, both as regards his in-
genuity in tying the knot, and his good
poetical taste. This last one is his best,
I think. . Still it is the hardest I have
tried. It puzzled me a long, long time,
before I could find it out. But I be-
lieve I succeeded, at last. ‘The answer,
if I am right, is as follows :

MEN
MENACE.
ACE

 

261
REBUS NO. I.

Five letters do compose my whole ;
A treasure ’tis to gain ;
"Tis found where eastern surges roll,
_ Beneath the mighty main.
Cut off my tail, and now I’m seen
A fair and juicy fruit ;
My mellow, sweet and glossy green,
Have earned me good repute.
Put on my tail, cut off my head,
A peer of rank I stand—
A nobleman I am indeed
Of Britain’s sunny land.
Cut off my fourth and tail; 'm now
A vegetable sweet,
By every one it is, I trow,
Considered quite a treat.
Take off my head, also my tail,
On man I’m always seen,
In every creature on this earth,
It forms a part, I ween.
RHYMING ROB,

 

ENIGMATICAL COUPLETS.

NO. L

Guess both in one—the better and the worse—
Man’s greatest blessing, and his greatest curse !
_ NO, IL

Which is our best instructor in the strife,

The knowledge and the means of social life?

NO, IIL.

Of nature’s fell destroyers dreaded inde,
Which is the deadliest, ever at his post?
AE

 

CHARADE NO, X..

My first in its form changes often and well,
Since chiefly for use it is sought.

In a corner or closet “tis suffered to dwell,
By art to perfection ’tis brought.

Sometimes it expresses an attribute high,
That is common to monarch and moth,

Without it no bird of the forest could fly,
Without it no weaver make cloth.

My first and my second in juxtaposition,
Will lessen at midnight your gloom ;

My first with ifs place will have changed its condition,
To make what the fire will consume.

My third is to children an ominous sight,
If brought from the forest or field.