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MOOEE’S BTOAL HEW-YOEKEE. 
JULY 13. 
ORDERS. 
Wbatr no more silks, ye Lyons looms, 
To deck our girls for gay delight*! 
The crimson flower of battle blooms, 
And solemn marches fill the night*. 
Weave but the flag whose bars to day 
Drooped heavy o'er our early dead, 
And homely garments, coarse and gray, 
For orphans that must earn (heir bread! 
Ferry stage—get ont at Morris street, and go right away in the hold, and we can’t get it out till we’re at the opportunity of realizing his boyhood’s dream, 
west takes you straight to Pier 4.” sea. Though you’re not going. I really wish you The Narrows were right before him! 
" Yon Ba y 8he ’ B a widow!” were — it would be so nice not to be among strangers! But the Narrows did not seem to be exactly what 
" Tal k about her affliction another time. When Well, here’s the desk. I’ll have the note ready In five he wanted. He retired to a sheltered place upon the 
you get to the pier ask for the Purser-” minutes.” poop-deck, and sitting down on the skylights of the 
“And beautiful!” Mrs. Belle Godfrey immediately opened her desk, after-hatch, drew from his breast-pocket the well- 
“Be quiet. If you can't find the Purser, hurry sat down at the table in the saloon, took out a qnire worn wallet, which, from the merry Christmas when 
down into the cabin and knock at state-room door of black-rimmed note, straightened on the thnmb- it happened in his stocking at the age of fourteen, 
No ' 1< *” nail ber l eft ha nd the nibs of a tiny gold-pen, had carried all the funds necessary for the accomp- 
“Accomplished, heh? Knock at the door?” dipped it in the ink, and leisurely put down her lishment of his medest desires. Looking around to 
“If she isn’t in the state-room she’ll be ontside, Bee beading, forgetting no circumstance of time or place, be enre that nobody saw him, he opened the wallet. 
Keep back your tuuea, ye viol* sweet, 
That pour delight from other land*,' 
Rouse there the dancer's restless feet,— 
The trumpet leads our warrior bauds. 
the opportunity of realizing his boyhood’s dream. 
The Narrows were right before him! 
But the Narrows did not seem to be exactly what 
be wanted. He retired to a sheltered place npon the 
poop-deck, and sitting down on the skylights of the 
after-hatch, drew from his breast-pocket the well- 
worn wallet, which, from the merry Christmas when 
$mim for for 
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For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker 
BIBLICAXj ENIGMA. 
And ye that wage the war of word* 
With myotic fame and subtle power, 
Go, chatter to the idle birds, 
Or teach the lesson of the hour. 
Ye Sibyl Arts, in ono stern knot 
Be all your offices combined! 
Stand close, while Courage draws the lot, 
The destiny of humankind! 
And if that destiny could fail, 
The sun should darken in the sky, 
The eternal bloom of Nature pale, 
And God, and Truth, and Freedom die! 
Atlantic Monthly. 
Mr J'forg-SiIIir. 
IFrom Harper's Monthly Magazine for July.] 
THROWN TOGETHER. 
The hero of this Btory is Mr. Festns Buckle, aged 
thirty-four, a lawyer, and unmarried. He is tall, 
symmetrical, broad-chested, and, but for a slight 
stoop in the shoulders, perfectly imposing. With 
profuse wavy chestnut hair, and an absolutely patri¬ 
archal full beard of the same color, a Garibaldi 
recklessness of dress, and a long, nervous walk; his 
eyes large, blue, but- from much reading—near¬ 
sighted; his nose regular; the remaining features 
hidden by his mustache and whiskers. These latter 
waved picturesquely back above his massive shoul¬ 
ders as he strode down Broadway, and, combined 
with the shoulders, gave to following eyes an im¬ 
pression of majestic largeness. Look at him from 
behind, and you would take him for a pirate. But 
as you approach him in front, ami boo his spectacles, 
the delusion vanishes. Perhaps, after all, the best 
description of his personal appearance is a pirate, 
with a theological aud metaphysical turn of mind, 
who under no circumstances could have been in¬ 
duced to capture a vessel which had any women on 
board; for all this was expressed in his face to those 
who knew him. 
I have said that Mr. Buckle was a lawyer; but al¬ 
though be had an office in the fourth Btory of a build¬ 
ing in Wall street, his principal avocation consisted 
in being the mainstay of his worthy parents: con¬ 
sulting large hooks in the Hall of Records, to dis¬ 
cover whether his father had sufficient title to his 
hack yard to warrant him in erecting a system of 
clotheB lineB therein, and such like profound investi¬ 
gations. In the evening he read to his parents till 
ten—retreating precipitately up stairs at the advent 
, l^dy visitors. The reader will note this peculi- 
arity, for upon this trait of Mr. Buokle’B character 
hinges this story. 
So much by way of introduction. Now for action. 
Time Three P. M. of a delicious, sunny September 
afternoon. Place — The open window of « second 
story front room in Twenty-third Btreet, being Mr. 
Festus Buckle’s apartment. Actor- That profound 
legal gentleman himself, who, having wearied of 
practicing that arduous profession, smoking pipes 
in a law-office, had come up town in the middle of 
the day, and was now sitting in the window afore¬ 
said, with a dreamy gaze at his friend Doctor Pip.er’s 
gilt Bhingle on the opposite side of the street, and 
wondering why there wasn’t any specially for the 
sole treatment of sick gentlemen, bo that he could 
have been a doctor too. 
As he gazed Piper’s door opened. A jolly, round- 
faced man, of ft decided family look and about the 
middle age, came rushing forth. He was in a high 
perspiration about something, and did not look up 
till Mr. Buckle called, 
“Hello, Piper! Whither away?” 
The round-faced family man threw a quick glance 
at the window, and instead of rushing down the 
street, as he had apparently intended, ran out into 
the middle of it. 
“Hello yourself, Buckle! You’re just the very 
man I want to sec!” 
“And I’m just the man that wants to see you. 
Come up, old hoy!” 
“I'm in an awful hurry! Run down and open the 
door!” 
“ Open it you—I’m lazy!” And with this Buckle 
tossed that rather superfluous utensil, his night-key, 
to the pavement. 
“Oh, bless me!” said Mr. Piper, entering, “I’m 
in such a hurry I don’t know where to begin first!” 
“Begin any where, then, and trust to luck for 
coming out right.” 
“The steamer Montgomery sails for Savannah at 
half-past four!” 
“It always does on Thursday afternoon.” 
“From Pier 4, North River!” 
“I'm sure that’s a very good place to sail from.” 
“Be still! You know Mrs. Belle Godfrey, don’t 
yon?” 
“I never heard of her!” exclaimcd£Buckle, with a 
countenance of awakened alarm. “On my honor, I 
never did!” 
“Don’t make any difference. She’s my wife’s 
cousin: young widow, beautiful, highly accom¬ 
plished; goes on the Montgomery this afternoon— 
only one hour aud a fraction!” 
“Oh!" said Buckle, greatly relieved, “she’s going 
away, is she? I thought yon were going to ask me 
to call with you, or something of that sort.” 
“ The postman has just brought a letter for her. I 
know from the handwriting that it’s of the utmost 
consequence she should have it immediately.” 
“And yon want me to run and get a hoy to carry 
it down!” exclaimed Buckle, impetuously, “I see! 
I will! I’ll he oil'this minute! Where's the letter? 
Give me my hat! Sit down and wait till I come 
back!” 
“A boy won't do! Won’t trust him! Letter’s ■ 
very important! A man must go!” 
“ Very well. I’ll run and call a carriage for you!” 
“Bosh! Got one of my own. /haven't time to i 
go. I have a case of leg at the hospital—cut it off, i 
you know—at three and a half; and two tumors in 1 
Twelfth street for five. You must go!” 
“Bless my—. You don’t mean it!” Every indi- I 
vidual hair on Buckle’s head began to assume the i 
perpendicular. 1 
‘‘I do. Be quick! Here’s the letter—here’s your 
hat Run out to Broadway — take the first South ! 
“Accomplished, heh? Knock at the door?” 
“If she isn’t in the state-room she’ll be ontside, Bee 
you, and ask what you want. Give her my love, and 
hand her the letter. If she doesn't Bee you, call out 
‘Mrs. Godfrey ’ at the top of your voice.” 
“At—the — top — of my voice! All the cabin 
will hear me.” 
“ That’s what yon want.” 
“No, I don’t! I don'tl I’d rather look round.” 
“ Well, he off at any rate. Quick! There’s not a 
second to lose. I’ve been here three minnteB already.” 
With a face of the most abject despair Buckle 
crowded his hat over his eyes, and permitted himBelf 
to he pushed down stairs. At the door Piper left 
him to huny off after his “ case of leg;” and Buckle, 
wondering what the nightmare was like, if it wasn’t 
this, sped for Broadway. Here, as prearranged, he 
- took the first South Ferry stage. It was full, and he 
had to stand on the step. That he blessed himself 
over, for the jolt prevented him thinking connect¬ 
edly. After coming near forgetting himself and 
going clear down to South Ferry, he jumped off at 
Morris street, and was soon on board the Montgomery. 
He asked the mate if he knew where the Purser 
was. The mate, who cherished ideas of discipline 
j from having been in the navy, assumed a defensive 
I attitude, and wanted to know if he looked like a 
[ Purser? Mr. Buckle had no distinct idea how a 
l ( Purser did look, and forbore to reply. The next man 
he asked told him the Purser would go around juBl ns 
j they got off the Hook. Mr. Buckle bad no desire to 
H get off the Hook, but feeling much more like flying 
off the handle, pursued his queries further, and 
groped his way down to the cabin, 
r Finding No. 14, he grazed it tremulously with his 
. list. A ruBtle followed from within. Mr. Buckle 
j started back. 
“J declare I do believe she’s in there!” said Mr. 
i Buckle, speaking very much as if “ she ” were a fero- 
t cious individual of the gorilla family. The door-knob 
, turned. Yes, she was coming out. 
t The door opened—the woman appeared. Vborc 
, she stood, projecting her head in an attitude of 
, inquiry, ft little woman, plump and riunte, her face 
. set in the middle of that make-believe saintly halo of 
, tarlcton known as a widow’B cap. Seeing that Mr. 
. Buckle was the most self-conscious-looking person in 
the saloon, she asked him in a soft voice, 
“Did you knock, Sir?” 
“Ycsi Ma’am,” 
“Did you wish to see rae?” 
“Yes — no —well, not particularly. I mean to 
say — that is — well, I’ve brought a letter for you. 
Dr. Piper requested me to.” 
ne emphasized the last remark in an apologetic 
tone, as if ho wouldn’t for the world leave any im¬ 
pression that he had come of his own accord. Then, 
after a little confused fumbling, he dived into his 
breast-pocket and brought the letter to the surface. 
Handing it to the widow, he was about to bent a 
precipitate retreat, when she stopped him with a 
smiling — 
“ Oh, pardon me, Sir. Mr.— what may I call your 
name?” 
“llutUo I Volun JOucUle. Mr. FestUH—Mr. DUCKlC.” 
“Ah, Mr. Buckle! A near neighbor to my cousin 
—jnst across the way, I believe. Please be seated. 
I have had the pleasure of meeting your mother, I 
have also seen you — smoking at your window,” she 
added, archly. 
“Have you, indeed?” Baid Buckle, perturbedly. 
“It’san abominable habit!” 
“ Oh, not at all! T am very fond of a good cigar.” 
“ You are, really?” 
“I am, really. Let me introduce myself. I am 
Mrs. Godfrey—Mrs. Belle — Mrs. Belle Godfrey 7 . 
Perhaps you have heard my name before?” 
“Oh yes! Piper has mentioned you — that is inci¬ 
dentally you know.” 
“Well, it would have been quite an omission not 
to. But how absurd for me to introduce myself when 
you knew, of course, whom you were so kind as to 
bring the letter to! Ha-ha-ha!” 
Her laugh was so fresh and silvery, so full of unre¬ 
strained bonhommie —to make a French hull by using 
a man’s noun of a woman — that Buckle could not 
help assisting it with an antistrophe in that deep, 
gruff, pirate’s chorus voice of his own. 
“My acquaintance with your mother,” continued 
the widow, "makes me feel quite as il' we were old 1 
friends. I was therefore going to ask yon to sit for a 
moment, excusing me while I read this letter, and 
then troubling yon further to carry hack a few lines 1 
if its contents need reply. I see it is quite an impor- 1 
taut one, judging from its handwriting. Can you i 
easily spare time?” < 
“Oh, certainly!” returned the always obliging 
Buckle. t 
As Mrs. Godfrey sat reading, the first bell rang, f 
"Ah!’’ said she, finishing the letter hurriedly, “1 
must be quick about my answer. One moment, and s 
I will get my writing-desk out of the state-room.” I 
So Mrs. Godfrey jumped up, in a bewitching, 
bouncing-hall, little kind of a way, and ran into her 
state-room. There was a rattling, nervous sound in j. 
the state-room, and the moment after a soft voice 
called, £ 
“Mr. Buckle! may I trouble you a moment?” c 
“Oh yes, Ma'am—I should say, not at all,” replied 
Buckle, amiably. And emboldened by the extremity i 
of his desire to confer an obligation, ventured within s 
three feet of the state-room threshold. 
“ This lock plagnes me so! I never can turn the o 
key when I want to!” I 
“Ah! shall—I—ah — come in?” 
“You may, if you’ll he so kind. My hat-box, C 
where I have the desk, is rather too heavy for me to 
bring out.” tl 
Aghast at his oi\q temerity, Mr. Buckle entered 
No. 11, and for the next two minutes his piratical E 
whiskers, in a manner unintelligible as some tremen- o 
dous dream, were brushing against the snowy puffs 
of the widow’s cap as he tugged at the key, and she a 
benevolently helped him by holding down the lid a 
with two small, fat, white hands of about five-mouse 
power. ii 
“There!” said Mr. Buckle, at length, lifting him- a 
self up in such confusion that he bumped his head n 
against the berth, thereby enhancing a vagne sense n 
he had felt before of having done something dreadful, o 
“I believe it's unlocked now.” Then added, as he h 
felt the thump, “Oh! beg pardon!” being bewil- a: 
dered for an instant into the view that it was some- si 
body else’s head, and he owed an apology for it. n; 
“Did it hurt you? I’m so sorry! I have some ti 
liniment in my trunk: hut, dear me! that's stowed fr 
with all a woman’s sublime faith in the indefinite 
Btretcbability of “five minutes.” She had got half¬ 
way down the first page, when a singular noise 
arrested simultaneously the attention of both writer 
and waiter. 
Chik-arik-arik-arik-a-cher-r-r-r-r / 
“Dear me—dear me!” cried Mrs. Godfrey, spring¬ 
ing to her feet with an expression of intense distress, 
" Beppo has got out!” 
“Beppo?” said Mr. Buckle, dreamily, debating 
whether this highly intelligible expression were some 
normal developmentoftheunfatniliarammal, woman. 
“ Yes, Beppo,” continued the widow, distract¬ 
edly— “my pet red squirrel! Oh! where is he? He 
was in the state-room when we were unlocking the 
hat-box, fastened by a ribbon ronnd his neck to the 
wire of the berth-curtain. We must have frightened 
the little precious so that he hit himself loose. Oh, 
do find him for me, Mr. Buckle! do catch him, or I 
shall Hever, never forgive myself!” 
Mrs. Godfrey was trembling with grief, and might 
at any moment break ont in that fresh spot known to 
Natural Historians who have cultivated her specialty 
as “a real good cry.” Whatever that phenomenon 
might he, Mr. Buckle’s admiration for scientific pur¬ 
suits had never led him to witness it, and he didn’t 
want to. Bo he straightway set about hunting the 
squirrel in good earnest. The ardnousnes* of this 
gallant enterprise was slightly enhanced by Mrs. 
Godfrey’s entreaty to the other benevolent passen¬ 
gers, who were prepared to join his chase, that they 
would by all means desist, for they might step on it, 
they knew, and then Rhe would give up. Not wishing 
to have her do that, they obeyed, and Mr, Buckle 
went forth after Beppo alone. A few successive 
“ cher-r-r-r-s ” from the cushion over the stern-post 
soon revealed that as Master Beppo’s locality. Tint 
this apocalypse was only the beginning of troubles. 
Mr. Buckle made a pounce at the little beast; the 
little beast jumped over Mr. Buckle’s head. Then the 
be enre that nobody saw him, he opened the wallet, 
and spreading his handkerchief on his knees to make 
a lap, shook the contents into it, and began counting, 
with this result: 
“ One receipt for waterproof blacking—cut from 
Scientific American, Key to my secretary. Shoe and 
Leather Bank—one dollar. Singular coin, brought 
from the ruins of Pompeii—value supposed to be one 
cent. Two three-cent pieces. Mem. to have my next 
pantaloons cut looser in the knee. Eight postage 
stamps. Bank State of New York—another dotlar. 
Extract from Tennyson’s ‘Maud;’ ‘Oh that it were 
possible!' Member’s ticket to Historical Society.” 
“Four cents and one dime make fourteen, and a 
quarter makes thirty-nine cents. Two dollars and 
seventy cents!” exclaimed Buckle, the cold perspira¬ 
tion stand on his forehead. “ Two dollars and seventy 
rents! Oh, Piper, Piper! A cabin passage is fifteen; 
and I don’t believe the steerage is under eight. What 
shall I do?” 
With a countenance of the extremest anguish Mr. 
Buckle walked to the larboard netting, and beheld 
Tort Hamilton, gold-leafed by the setting September 
sun. Each window on the palatial heights of New 
I trecht was a square of fire. The scene was one 
naturally fitted to inspire the artist, the poet, or the 
philosopher—unless he were hard up. Mr. Buckle 
leaned over the side, with no responsive echo in his 
soul to Nature’s beauty; and for a moment took into 
consideration the mathematical question whether, if 
he jumped over he would be able to swim ashore. 
But it immediately after occurred to him that he 
had forgotten to learn how. And then he thought of 
old Mr. and Mrs. Buckle—what would they think 
when they found him spending the night ont for the 
first time since they had the pleasure of his acquaint¬ 
ance? Night? Yep, three nights before he could 
even telegraph them! 
Thrown together in a despairing heap he pursued 
these thoughts until the sun was nearly down, and the 
Montgomery was passing the Dumb Beacon. At this 
I am composed of 23 letters. 
My ?, It, 11, 5,12, 20, 1 is a book of the New Testament. 
My 11, 6, 1C, 8, 5, 19,18, 3 is a city mentioned in Acts. 
My S. 13, 8, 4, 2, 9 made war on the Israelites. 
My 15,19, 4, 10 is a river in Egypt. 
My 20. 23,11, 6, 2, 18 was cousin to MordecaL 
My 9,14, 22,10, 23, 12 was a city of the Holy Land. • 
My 13, 20, 4, 19. 31, 3 is where St. Paul was shipwrecked. 
My 17, 8, 19, &, 12 is one of the fruits of the Spirit 
My 22, 19, 21, 3, 12 was Jacob’s daughter. 
My whole may he found in Proverbs. 
Marengo, Mich., 1861. ] 
t3F” Answer in two weeks 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 18 letters. 
My 9, 16, 5, 2 is a Spanish coin. 
My 1, 12,15. 3, 6, 18 is a county in Ohio. 
My 10, 5,17. 7 is a pkrt of the body. 
My 14, 8,11,12 is a plague. 
My 1, 4, 2. 13 is a part of a wagon. 
My whole is the name of a noted character in the secession 
movement. 
GainsvUle, Wyo. Co., N. Y., 1861. J. M. Braj.vsrd. 
tt-ST Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
RIDDLE. 
Prat tell us, ladies, if yon can, 
Who is that highly-favored man 
Who, though he’s married many a wife, 
May be a bachelor all his life? 
Palermo, N. Y., 1861. Willie Bartlett. 
tW" Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
MATHEMATICAL PROBLEM. 
There is a tower, the height of which Is in feet. Suppose 
the visible distance of the horizon to be a certain number of 
miles, such that the square root of the sum of 25 + the pro¬ 
duct of 1-20 of the height of tower, into the square root of 
the visible distance = to 16 of the height of the tower; abo, 
the square root of visible distance + 5 = K height of tower. 
What is the height of tower, the visible distance, and, aceord- 
straightforward race began. Beast down the saloon juncture he was aroused bv a tan on the shonlder iDg lo tbc * e 8U l-P°»ition8, he the diameter of the 
tal.lo _ llnr. L*l/, olmmct.ln r.C l, U"_,_. . J l DUWKIVOI, 
, table — Buckle alongside of it. Ten to ono on beast, 
r and no takers. At the end of the table beast jumps 
down, and pops through the open door into the 
Social Hall. But before Buckle could shut the further 
doors of the Social Hall, beast had gone through, and 
was making the fastest time on record along the mid- 
ship guards, past the pantry, kitchen, and engine 
room. 
“Oh!” cried Mrs. Godfrey, “he’ll get down into 
the machinery, and he ground to death!” 
But the power which takes care of squirrels as well 
as sparrows and men prevented such a lamentable 
denouement. Beast still kept the straight line over all 
obstacles — and, to cut a long story abort, eventually 
leaped through the steerage door, down the ladder, 
and, like Gill in the poem, Buckle came tumbling 
after. 
Oh, the obliging Buckle! What a pickle he was 
in! lie introiL eeJ himself to the astonished steer- 
at;e passenger-' uy shouting out, f'A Snllo* i,-| r ny 
be dy who'll catch that squirrel!” then remembering 
that Mrs. Godfrey had forbidden any assistance to Ills 
sole efforts, and seeing the Sraminont danger which 
might result from a scramble of twenty pair of hob¬ 
nailed brogans, he was on the point of amending his 
offer to “A dollar to any one who won't catch him!” 
But fortunately for Beppo's prospects of an extreme 
old age, the steerage conceived the idp.a that he was 
a rat, and made room for him. He accordingly got 
into some one of the two dozen tumbled berths, and 
was speedily hid from sight. Into which one was now 
the question to he settled. 
This investigation took twenty-five minutes. With 
a moBt conscientious sense of duty to hiB employer 
refusing all proffers of assistance, he turned down 
sheets, lifted mattresses, piled up pillows, and slrook 
curtains. At the close of the time mentioned his 
efforts were rewarded with success, and finding 
Beppo panting in a corner, he gently clapped a pillow 
over him, and dexterously brought him prisoner up 
the steerage ladder. 
As he reached the deck he heard, for the first time, 
the regular thug-thug, thug-thug of machinery, arid 
looking aft, beheld Governor’s Island quietly gliding 
past the quarter! 
Nothing but the tenacity of despair at that moment 
prevented his dropping Beast, pillow and all, to do 
what they liked with themselves. 
For a moment he stood like any sensation heroine— 
“pale, transfixed, motionless;” then remembering 
the dictum of a celebrated man — “Do the duty 
nearest thee ” — lie resolutely marched back to the 
cabin and presented the squirrel to Mrs. Godfrey. 
“Oh, Heaven bless you, my kind fnendl” ex¬ 
claimed that lady, as she caught up her pet and 
fastened Lis ribbon to her berth once more. 
“ Thank yon, Ma'am,” replied Buckle; then, in the 
same breath, “We don’t stop any where, I believe, 
before we get there ?” 
“ Stop? Get where?” 
' 1 To Savannah, Ma’am. I think that’s where you’re 
going? Because I find we’ve started .” 
“ Yon don’t tell me so! Oh, it must be a mistake! 
Stewardess, isn’t there time for this gentleman to get 
off?” 
“ He could get off almost any where, Ma’am, but 
it would be rather wet,” replied the stewardess, 
smiling. 
*• Oh dear me! And to think / have been the cause 
of it! What can I do, Mr. Buckle, to show how sorry 
I am. Ob, can you forgive me, Mr. Buckle?” 
“Iassure you I don’t entertain the slightest gr— 
Oh, I mean to ?.ay certainly.” 
“Web, Mr. Buckle, since we can't help it, let’s re¬ 
flect that it might be much worse.” 
“Very true, Ma'am: so it might.” For instance, 
Buckle was thinking, ii there had been two ladies left 
on his hands instead of one. 
“ Will yon excuse me a minute, Ma’am?” he added, 
after a short pause. Mrs. Godfrey bowed gracefolly, 
and Mr. Buckle ascended the companion-way. 
The Montgomery was now majestically approach¬ 
ing the Narrows. Of that magnificent gate through 
which the gold and glory of our regal town is forever 
marching te pay tribute or hear away largess for the 
nations, Mr. Buckle had often thought, in the course 
of his wide studies, with patriotic enthusiasm. He 
had even written articles, entitled “The Narrows, 
and their Importance to New York, succinctly con¬ 
sidered,” which were refused by our very best jour¬ 
nals. Love of the home fireside, and a proper cau¬ 
tion against taking cold, had hitherto prevented him 
from making their closer acquaintance. He now had 
and rising from his bench beheld a man standing 
with outstretched hand: 
“ Your ticket, Sir—the Purser.” 
“ Are you the Parser.” 
“I am, Sir. Do you doubt it?” 
“No; only I wish I had seen you a good while ago.” 
“ Well, yon see me now. Please hand over your 
ticket.” 
“ Mr. Purser, on the word of a gentleman, I haven’t 
got any!” 
“You should have provided yonraelfbeforehand. 
But the money will do as well bow; though I can’t 
promise you much in the way of a state-room.” 
“I haven’t the money to pay for a state-room!” 
said Mr. Buckle, his anguish visibly increasing. 
“ Then you’re oul of pluce, Sir,” replied the Purs¬ 
er, mildly; for he thought he saw in Mr. Buckie a 
poor gentleman in distress. “You will find pretty 
good quarters in the steerage.” 
“I haven’t money enough for that,” gasped Mr. 
earth? 
Ypsilaati, Mich., 1861. 
YW Answer in two weeks. 
W. STKRJtS. 
For Moore a Rural New-Yorker. 
SURVEYING QUESTION. 
From Fort Pickens there can he seen three batteries, A, E, 
and C, which are to operate on the Fort, and whose distance 
from each other are known, viz.: A, B, = 800, A, C, _ 000, 
and B, O, = 400 chains, They measured the horizontal 
angles, and fonnd them to he ae follows: The angle at the 
Fort, subtended by the batteries A and C, 33* 4V; the 
angle at the same placo, subtended by the batteries B and C, 
— 22* 33L Required, to find the distances between the Fort 
and the batteries. 
Hemlock Lake, N, Y., 1861. R. D. McCrosskn. 
O' 5 ” Answer in two weeks. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &c. 
Buckle. ’ r -®. ’ 
“ Then,” said tlio Puraei, with asperity. regm-aing 
Mr. Buckle in the less lenient light of a Jeremy Did- 
dler, “ what the d-1 did you have the impudence to 
come on hoard for?” 
“ Sir! you are speaking to a—” began Mr. Buckle, 
in a defiant note; then recollecting that $2.70 is an 
inadequate specie basis for notes of that kind, ter¬ 
minated in a mild, soft voice:—" I didn’t want to 
come on board, Mr. Purser. I came to oblige a 
friend — Dr. Piper, of Twenty-third Street —and got 
left. No! didn't get left, I mean. You may know 
Dr. Piper? He’s a rising young physician—” 
“Don’t try that on me, Sir! I’m acquainted with 
Piper — your kind of Piper that is, that smuggles 
himself aboard to hook a passage! That's a Piper 
that don’t pay! You'll get Piper when the Captain 
sees yon! You’d better go forward to the steerage- 
dock, and then perhaps he won't be so hard on you 
when I bring him np to you.” 
In the last stages of mental collapse — his hands in 
his pockets and his piratical beard upon his breast— 
poor Buckle clambered forward, and sat down over 
the forecastle. He didn’t want a row with the Purser 
right in hearing of the cabin. [To be continued.] 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &Cj, IN No. 508. 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma:—Remember tkr c.o«t»r 
1 in the (lays of thy youth. 
Auswor to Geographical Enigma:—The cat in gloves catchw 
no mice. 
Answer to Arithmetical Puzzle:—The four figures are 88Sf, 
which, being divided by a line drawn through the middle, 
become eight 0's, or nothing. 
Answer to Geometrical Problem:—82.916 1 -rods. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &c„ IN No. 687. 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma:—A Home for the Friend- 
Answer to Algebraical Problem:—1st, 530; 2d, 540; 3d, 560 
Answer to Puzzle:—Count the letters in eight, eight, whi . 
equal 10; ten, 3; three, 6; twelve, 6; els, sis, six, 9; nine, 4 
ANSWER TO PUZZLE IN No. 686. 
lie arranged them as below. A representing apples, ttdO 
oranges; and it will he seen that by beginning at the to or 
apples on the left, and going round and round the ci rie, 
and taking every ninth, all the oranges will bo removed, sad 
all the apples will remain. 
SOME LITTLE JOKERS. 
Why is money like the letter p. Because it makes 
an ass pass. 
What sea would make a sleeping room? A dry 
attic (Adriatic.) 
We guess Kentucky will stay in the Union,— her 
Legislature has passed a “ Stay Law.” 
“It is astonishing,” said Carlyle, “how long a 
rotten thing will hold together, if you only handle it 
carefully.” 
An exchange gives the Bubetance of the verdict of 
a recent coroner’s jury on a man who had died in a 
state of inebriation:—“Death by hanging—round a 
rum shop!” 
N. P. Willis, in a letter to the Home Journal from 
Washington, speaking of the Irish regiment of Cob 
Corcoran, says, “Heaven help the mis-Jefi'-makers 
whom they particularly encounter.” 
The F. F. V.'s and the F. F. I/s.— A letter from a 
member of Col. Corcoran’s Irish Regiment says:— 
“We have been hunting secessionists all day; all I 
saw done was that the first families of Virginia were 
running away from the first families of Ireland.” 
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1 thought her mine; I thought the world 
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But, oh! alas! her answer came— 
“ Her mother wouldn't let her!” 
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