326 THE YOUTH’S CABINET.

 

New York. % is a luxury to some of
us, not gifted with a taste for tobacco, to
walk the streets all day in different parts
of the city, and not be obliged to inhale
either the smoke of a segar, or the foul
breath of a man who has just thrown one
aside. If a man is found smoking there,
on the common, in any of the public
squares, streets or lanes, a policeman taps
him on the shoulder, and reminds him
that he is breaking a city ordinance, and
that he must pay a fine. If the man gets
vexed, as is sometimes the case with pub-
lic smokers, who are, as a class, very jeal-
ous of their rights, and are inclined to be
uncomfortably “free and independent,”—
if the smoker gets vexed, and tells the
policeman that he is meddling with busi-
ness which does not belong to him, half
a dozen more policemen appear, and the
walking chimney is marched off to the
station-house, where he is made to feel
that freedom and independence do not
confer on a man the right to puff clouds
of tobacco-smoke in another man’s face,
in the streets of Boston. So you see, he
becomes a wiser person in a very brief
space of time. The lesson ‘costs him a
few dollars, to be sure, but it is cheap at
that.

TO CORRESPONDENTS.

The article headed “Illustrations of
Popular Proverbs,” is too lengthy for our
use. This circumstance, and this alone—
for the story which our unknown friend
tells is a very good one—obliges us to
decline it.

Our Carlisle correspondent must look
at the history of England, which afforded
him the material for his enigma, and
make himself perfectly sure that he spells
the author’s name rightly.

 

etn CD

ENIGMA NO, ZXII.

Iam composed of 21 letters. My 2,

19, 8, 9, is a northern constellation. My
6, 21, 17, is a vindictive goddess. My 2,
11, 1, 9, 14, was a Roman poet, (related
to Seneca.) My 1, 4, 14, 18, 15, is a
river in Africa. My 10, 11, 6, 19, isa
dangerous place for intoxicated men who
cannot swim. My 5, 15, 20, 13, is a dis-
tinguished title. My 16, 12, 3, 7, have
been called “timid, busy, large, small,
pretty, wicked, daring, clumsy,” etc. My
whole is a woman celebrated in history,
with her title.

8. N.

 

CHARADE NO XII,

Upon the ocean’s sparkling tide,
Upon the quiet green hill-side,
On leafy tree,
Clothed in Nature’s fairest dress,
Many a weary eye to bless
My first you see.

Within my second’s covert shade,

The songster’s nest is often made
In early spring.

In summer’s heat, in winter’s cold,

I surely to both young and old,
Pleasure will bring.

My third, ’mid din of city life,

Where care and toil are ever rife,
Is sometimes bound ;

But oftener in the wood or dale,

Or in some sweet and lonely vale,
My home is found.

Within my whole, Nature and Art
Oft cast their spell round many a heart,
In darkest hour ;
And when this world looks sad and lone,
Breathes o’er the soul the music tone
Of bird and flower.

The riven heart full oft hath bled,
And sorrow here too oft hath shed

The silent tear.
Seek you my name /—One half is told,
The rest, like Parian marble cold,

Falls on the ear. ESsIE.