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SELECTIONS 
TRAVELER. , 
Again, again, O, Watcher on the tower! 
We thirst for daylight and we bide the hoar, 
Patient, but longing. Tell us, shall it be 
A bright, calm, gloriona sunlight for the free? 
WATCHER. 
I nOFB, but cannot tell. I hear a song. 
Vivid as day itself, and clear and strong, 
Aa of a lark, young prophet of the noon, 
Pouring in smnligbt hig seraphic tune. 
Away with the sloth of peace and ease! 
Tis a nation's voice that seem* to call; 
Who cares for aught in times like theBe, 
Save to win—or else to fail! 
Faukwki.L, oh. shining laurels, nowl 
1 go with the army marching by; 
Your leaves, should I win, may deck my brow, 
Or my bier, if 1 should die. 
And when the burning bullet in his breast, 
He dropped, like summer fruit, from off the hough, 
There was one heart that knew and loved him best— 
It was a mother’s—and is broken now. 
Wk do pray for mercy; 
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render 
The deeds of mercy. 
Mt brothers, hold your souIb in leasb, a* fitteth those who 
see 
The perfect triumph gleam beyond this drear Gethsemane; 
And draw large breaths of Freedom in to make your spirits 
stroDg, 
When comes the struggle that shall crush this dark and 
bitter wrong; 
Remembering that whosoe’er to such high cause is given, 
On his grand forehead Gon shall stamp the signet seal of 
Heaven. 
Charlotte Center, N. Y., 1861. E. C. L. K. 
[From Harper’s Monthly Magazine for July.] 
THROWN TOGETHER. 
[Concluded from page 236, last No.] 
CHAPTER III. 
When Mr. Ruckle awoke the next morning he 
heard the steward tell a gentleman in the cabin 
that they were passing the Delaware Capes. Those 
objects not being visible through the hull’s eye of bis 
port, he rose to dress and go on deck 
As he began to robe himself Tor the first time In 
his manhood—the thought came upon him, “ How 
shall 1 dress? What shall 1 wear?” As he regarded 
his somewhat rumpled shirt bosom, his vest a little 
threadbare at the pocket edges, his knee-sprung pan 
taloons, his shoeB showing a spot of reddish-brown 
leather at the toes, and his old faded neck tie, a new, 
indescribable pain afflicted him. He had clad himself 
in the same manner of raiment for numerous succes¬ 
sive years, Liking thought as little ns any other sub¬ 
limely inu<jj>*..iAut Christian philosopher “where¬ 
withal he might be clothed;” bat now the thought 
came, and would not, he put away. 
With emotions of deep sorrow he endued himself 
in the inevitable suit of a baggageless man, having a 
dim sensation of dressing for the public—that public, 
too, an entirely different one from the type which he 
had imagined propitiable by Maud and amall talk. 
Considering these things he sighed once more within 
himself, "Oh, Piper, Piper 1 how could you?” and 
took a resolution never hereafter to go even as far 
from home us Wall Street without avalise containing 
raimentary provision for one week at least. 
His coat was tolerably nappy—though cut with a 
noble disregard of that worldly fashion which pusselli 
away—and evidently the work of a tailor who may 
have fouud sermons in stones and good in every¬ 
thing, but did not attend the homilies of the current 
Brooks. This garment Mr. Buckle buttoned to &b 
great an extent as possible over all the rest, knocked 
his wide-awake into a resemblance of intentional 
neglige, had the Purser’s boy administer a little 
blacking tonic to his fainting shoes, and became 
comfortably uneasy for the day, 
" Well, how do you stand it?” asked the Captain, 
encountering him by the pilot house. 
"Pretty well, thank you; only I’m anxious to 
reach Savannah.” 
“Not sea sick?” 
" Not at all.” 
“Well, you’re pretty safe, then. We roll as much 
as we ever do, unless in a nice bard blow.” 
"How is Mrs. Godfrey this morning?” continued 
the Captain. 
“ Upon my word 1 don’t )<now. Perhaps she isn’t 
up yet; I don’t find her in the cabin.” 
"Bless my soul! she’s under your care! Why 
don’t you go and knock at her state-room door and 
ask? She may be very sick—not able to turn out 
at all.” 
"Would it be strictly— proper?” asked Buckie, 
with slight, enlargement of the eyes, 
" I guess you’d thiuk so, if you were sick and had 
nobody to take care of yon! Our stewardess—I had 
to take her at the last miuute, because the old one 
left in a huff is a green hand, and she’s down this 
morning, not able to do a 6troke. If I’d known you 
weren’t looking after Mrs. Belle Godfrey I’d have 
done it myself.” 
"I declare! 1 had no idea that was the marine 
system of behavior! If it’s all right I’ll go imme¬ 
diately.” 
Buckle found his charge as the Captain feared. A 
faint voice answered his knock, "Cotnc in, ’ and 
summoning all his resolution, he followed the bold 
lead of the cabin boy, who was just entering No. 11 
to get the lamp to OIL 
Nothing but a pretty little night cap, with a pretty 
little, pale, hopeless face in it, like a human flower 
in a lace calyx, appeared to Mr. Buckle. The eyes 
society—they were immeasurably distant from him— 
quite at the other end or the volume of Zoology. But 
here was a woman who did not babble nothings trip- 
ningly—who could not speak at all for very weakness 
— wlin whs not road with ecstaey at fribbles, but 
prostrate under a real distress. And as last-night her 
orbit had been made first to touch, then to intersect, 
his own, by her being sensible, now the two came 
instantly to coincide through her bring tick. He 
understood her note— as the riotous Walt Whitman 
would say, he " included” her: and another utterly 
Dew mental phenomenon took place in Buckle— he had 
no fear of the once terrible creature. 
A change seemed wrought in his whole nature. 
With as little bashfulness and the same straight¬ 
forward. natural gentleneFB with which he wonld 
have addressed a like suffering man, he said to her, 
Mrs. Godfrey, perhaps you would feel better for 
having your head bathed. I'll wet a towel and 
smooth yonr hair away from your face. It won t dis¬ 
turb yon, will it?” 
These words and their plain, manly tone were like 
a shock of galvaninu) to Mr*. Godfrey. She opened 
her eyes wide us in her wellest moments, lifted her¬ 
self a little on her elbow, and replied, " Yes, if you 
please,” instead of saying, “ Are you AJr. Buckle. 
which was on her tongue-tip. 
He went to work in the roost unhesitating, business¬ 
like, but at the same time, most tender mariner. He 
wet the towel, wrung it out, and proceeded to caress 
the widow’s hair wiili It; then to smooth her forehead 
and her cheeks, which grew almost rosy (from the 
re-action;) and finally he gave her eyes two careful 
little dabs—Jast as yon or I would do to a sick wife 
or Bister. „ ^ ..... . 
After arranging the ruffleH of the little lace cap as 
deliberately and softly as if he were tending a baby, 
he asked if there was nothing else that he could do 
nothing she would like to drink, for Instance. Some¬ 
how or other Buckle's change of nature had so 
sharpened his perception of fitness that he never 
thought of proposing hot-buttered toast again. 
The widow said brokenly that pounded ice and 
Congress water always made her feel better. Buckle 
would not permit any one else to pound the ice. 
From beginning to end be attended to the mixture— 
even taking the bottle out of t’’e steward's hands and 
drawing the cork himself. Then he brought to his 
patient’s berth side the refreshing, brimful tumbler, 
and with n teaspoon fed it to her lump by lump, 
drop by drop—actually having the audacity to sup¬ 
port her white neck with his hig man’s hand. 
The widow finally said she had had enough and 
felt better. Buckle quietly set down the tumbler, 
and told her in a tone of mild authority to go to 
sleep. He would come in every now and then to 
look after her. . 
"You would make such a good doctor! said Mrs. 
Godfrey, with as grateful a smile as sea-sickness ever 
allows. . _ „ , 
"I believe I wonld,” replied Buckle,^ firmly; "I 
feel it in rri<*. I ought to have been one.” 
Then he tucked the quilt neatly around his patient’s 
neck—opened the hull’s eye a little way to give her 
air _ and repeated his injunction about, sleeping. 
Finally, lie cast bis eyes on the poor little helpless 
woman, with a look that meant all mariner of sympa¬ 
thy, and said, load enough for her to hoar, 
" Poor little thing!” 
After which he retired, shutting the door gently; 
and it was well he did, for elBewiso would he have 
seen snch an expression of marvel on the face in the. 
lace cap ns might have speedily brought him back to 
his old self-consciousness. , , . , 
It was not till lie had reached the deck that any 
perception of the change wrought in him, as a change, 
dawned upon Buckle’s mind. And then, remember¬ 
ing what he had been doing, and the kind of Buckle 
lie was yesterday, he sat down in mute surprise, 
regarding himself like a man’s first view of Niagara 
Falls, till breakfast. 
The gale steadily blew harder. When they passed 
Hatters* at 11 o’clock that night it was a storm. Mr. 
Ruckle bad been all day taking the place of stewardess 
Go .... . ’ 
THE BURSTING OF THE 
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SECESSION B JBBLES. 
Jeff, chewing the Sfcession Flag-Root 
I’ll block that game, you thieving rascal! 
to Mrs. 
He will hold cm to the bitter ead.’’-D*vts Speech. 
Gen. Scott about making a ten strike. 
ct hard read 
'to trcti 
■A- 
Uncle Sam cutting down the 
u Secem4\ Tree" just M it is m 
full bloom, agaiust the wishes ot 
the planlflr. 
A PAIR 
were closed as if they would uever open again, and 
the long, dark lashes of their lids lay on the cheeks 
without stir, adding fringed petals to the other vrai 
semblance Of a blossom. 
Mr. Buckle had never seen any body desperately 
sea sick before, and the dreadful thought instantly 
struck him, “She is dead, and / never came to help 
her!' 1 The hoy had gone out and shut the door; 
Buckle was alone, and he gave vent to his fears in the 
startled exclamation, "Oh, Mrs. Godfrey, are you — 
faint 7” lie didn’t wish to compromise himself or 
terrify her by saying " dead” while there was a chance 
to the contrary. 
There was so much real pain in his tone that, 
although a moment before she would have thought 
the act impossible, Mrs. Bello opened her eyes and 
smiled, then shook her head and whispered, 
" No —very Blck.” 
For the first time he saw a woman suffer mg. He 
had been sick himself, though never at sea. He 
remembered well how dreadfully it felt. And here 
was a woman brought to his own familiar level, into 
liifl own rang** of sympathies- As creatures ol whale- 
hone, spring steel, borage, and eternal smiles as, in 
fine, he had seen them in his few timid invasions of 
lifrev, ^-labors were now increased by 
the giving out of sundry brothers, mUiera, tin^nmids, 
and sons who having fought Neptune as long •* they 
could stand, at last, capitulated without terms and 
| av prostrate on their battlemented berths, reduced 
to feminine weakness. 
He carried ladies bodily to their state-room*— 
bathed their heads when he had deposited them— 
and brought innumerable drinks of water. He 
prophesied u green old age to several who were 
going to die—they knew they were; he tossed np 
pillow*, smoothed' quilts, and (which is the whole 
summing np to any mind and body acquainted with 
marine fonl weather) totally forgot himself. But his 
visits were most, frequent, longest, patientest, most 
particular, upon No. 14. 
Bo violent was the storm that it wan not until 
Sunday night that the Montgomery came to the 
wharf'at Savannah. Ten miles of quiet steaming up 
the river resuscitated the pale denizens of all the 
state-room mausoleums; they leaped to their feet; 
blessed Heaven with a ten-Columbus fervor for the 
sight of land; and proved their return to vitality by 
thinking how they looked, for the first time in sev¬ 
enty-two he. urn. 
Foremost among these appeared Mrs. Belle God¬ 
frey, in a fresh halo or hirleton as resplendent as the 
one which had nestled on her little head at Mr. 
Buckle’s first introduction—a clean traveling dress— 
the bewitching gaiter-boots — and that charming 
token of civilization close by, a parasol. 
She thanked Buckle in the sweetest of voices for 
all his great kindness during the voyage—and leaned 
upon his arm, but not with that Di Vernon air of 
taking him by seige which had characterized their 
earlier acquaintance. She seemed, indeed, rather 
distant, Bnekle thought with pain. Ah! could site 
be offended with that familiarity of his manner in 
the state room the "Poor little thing!” etc., etc.? 
Buckle sighed, and thought that, was it. You and I, 
■who, of course, know all about women, are aware 
that it wasn't. That, on the contrary, the fact was 
that, Mr. Buckle’s change had transposed their rela¬ 
tions; that now, .she was a little hit afraid of him. 
Buckle was hurt but said nothing, lining only too 
glad to he allowed the pleasure of getting ft sensible 
sick woman’s nine or ten little pieces of baggage out 
Of the hold. 
This operation accomplished. Mr. Buckle and the 
lady took carriage for the Pulaski House, where the 
former Immediately telegraphed news to bis parents 
which were like life Horn the dead—tacking to 
the end of this Information a request that a check 
on the Bank of Commerce might he instantly dis¬ 
patched. .. , „ 
When Buckle returned to the Ladies’Parlor, Mrs. 
Godfrey put her purse into bis hands. 
“ Pay for whatever we may need, keep the account 
yourself. We can settle hereafter, you know. 1 
don't like to ho burdened with money; it's only less 
troublesome than having none at all. We shall he 
continually wanting little things, you know—car 
riages—the tailor , etc.” 
Mr. Buckle understood her. He was now getting 
punished Tor all the slovenly habits of his whole 
bachelor life by being as far from presentable as any 
imin of bis commanding appearance can be, unless 
in- gets torn to rags in a railway collision. Bo, out 
„f respect for bis own feelings as well a« the widow's, 
lie retired fgr a season. When he returned, he was 
clothed and in his right mind. 
"Do yon Bbty in Savannah all winter?” he asked, 
in the old-timed manner, and not quite sure that, he 
had a right to propound even that question, and so 
strangely polite h.id she become, ltul he felt some 
interest in knowing, and if he hadn’t, thought he 
ought to ask the information to appear interested— 
the storm having prevented any inquiry of the sort 
before. . . 
•"No, Bir. I am going to Honda—to winter at 
St. Augustine. Not that anything serious is the 
matter, hut Northern cold weather is disagreeable to 
me. I’m sorry we must part here. When we go 
back don’t fail to remember me to your mother.” 
"No, I will not. Pm sorry too."' 
Then there was a pause. When Mrs. Belle Godfrey 
SPECTACLES . 
J. D. arrives in Washing- | J. D. departs from 
ton from the « Sunny 
South.” ' 
WAR WIT. 
The heaviest item for the maintenance of the Se¬ 
cession army—Its running expenses. 
The th r ee secession papers in the First District of 
Kentucky perished in a eingle week. They were all 
very green, and probably they were destroyed by 
the army-worm. 
Con.— [By a disciple of Soyer.] What is the favor¬ 
ite salad of the South this season :—Lettuce alone. 
Exchange of Colors. —While Gen. Butler is get¬ 
ting the Blacks, the slaveholders are getting the 
Bines. 
The Rose that all are Praising at this Sea¬ 
son. —Rows of corn, beans, potatoes, cabbages, etc., 
in the country. 
Works for the Army. —The “boys” of the Fire 
Brigade are very anxious to get hold of " De Foe’s 
Works.” 
Ethnological Con. —From what race are the F. F. 
Vs. descended? Frcm the Blave-own-ian. 
" Colhmbi Ai), the Gun of the Ocean,” is Vanity 
Fair’s song for the naval artillery. 
Wiofall, disguised as a cattle-drover, has been 
in Washington; at least such is the report. If he had 
disguised himself as a gentleman, he might have 
passed unchallenged everywhere. 
Comic Statu of things at Richmond. —A Capital 
without a cftpitol. A President without a precedent. 
A Secretary of the Treusnry without a treasury. A 
Secretary of the Navy without a navy. A Secretary 
of the Interior without any interior. A Secretary of 
Foreign Affairs without any foreign affairs. A Post¬ 
master-General without any post-office. A Judiciary 
without any judgment. 
What would Jeff. Davis be likely to say if you 
asked him how he felt? Loan-some. 
The North is fast drifting to anarchy .—Speech of 
Alex. IL Stephens. 
Yes; about one hundred thousand Northerners 
have drifted into Virginia already, and the current in 
that direction sets very strong hereabouts. We ob¬ 
serve several currents at the West. Where is Profes¬ 
sor Maury? Won’t he give us his theory of this ex¬ 
traordinary "set” of the tide? 
Where on earth is Jeff. Davis .—Louisville Journal. 
We don’t know where bo is on earth; but we know 
where he ought to be, and where he will be after he 
leaves the earth. If not, what’s the use of such a 
place .—Frankfort Commonwealth. 
Herr they Lie.- Jeff. Davis and his Vice, 
Stephens, are very great leaders, no doubt, but we do 
think that Tombs ought to he put over them. 
Not so Bad.— The ladies have adopted a red, white, 
and blue hoop, which is called the war-hoop. 
Mrs. Partington says there isn’t enough of the 
spirit of *7G left iu the South to fill up a fluid lamp. 
Gen. Pillow advertises for the head of Hon. Em¬ 
erson Etheridge. It is certain there is not a man in 
this wide country who so much needs a head as this 
same Gen. Pillow. 
Washington for a 
warmer climate. 
Gen. Scott killing the Secession 
Hydra. 
appears not to ohseiie it, and treats him like the 
kindest of distant ooqpalntancee. 
Day 3. Mr. Bueklc'amoney comes from New 'i ork. 
He repays the widow l ith stilted thanks in the form 
of an oration about jverlasting gratitude. At the 
same time he speaks Iff preparations for Immediate 
return home. That afternoon Mrs. Belle Godfrey is 
unexpectedly seized v.ith a violent headache, and Is 
almost as wretched a I she was mi hoard ship. Mr. 
Buckle again bathes lilr head, holds the salts to her 
face, comes entirely oit of himself, like a Newfound¬ 
land out of a kenuetand becomes positive, brave, 
forthspoken, us in iholtorm. Mrs. Belle (.odfrey is 
sensible, weak, tielplrfcs, and grateful all at once. 
The result is, that Mr.Buckle writes home for more 
money to be sent cm jo 8t,. Augustine. Ho cannot 
think of letting "the *.or little thing” travel thither 
alone. Besides, he lid never seen the Far South, 
and now was a good etnmee. 
All this he said, innocently enough, in the letter 
he wrote home. Fatjijir Buckle sent it over to Piper 
to read. How Piper oared! 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
CHAPTER IV. 
For some inscrntible reason, Mrs. Belle Godfrey 
wra psnoiU^d by to )r* lu (ceblc bOHltb 
all the rest of the till! in Savannah, and all the way 
from that poll to HP shell-built town where Spain 
first made her A merman houses. 
Nothing seemed lo do her any good. She was 
easier while Mr. BndHc bathed her eternally aching 
brow; and, in spite if that hidden malady of which 
Buckle was forever vislifng Piper were there to make 
a diagnosis, her clicks became ruddier, her eves 
brighter, and the hole make-up of the terrible 
creature more agon singly beautiful. Still the mat 
ady was there, and 1 ukle had to strain every nerve 
to keen it from earr tig her off which lie was always 
pure it would do non 1 time in the course of the next 
two days. A« he no sed her he grew more and more 
audacious. When o the cross-country road between 
the St, John’s Bml and St,. Augustine, the thing 
that, for fun, they tl-re call a carnage, broke down 
In the middle of a swamp, Buckle actually lifted 
that hundred and twinty-five pounds of cl ear-through 
solid beauty, and ii^iis manly arms carried it fifteen 
rods to the next drvidace. 
At St. Augustine-Buckle found the second remit¬ 
tance of funds a wilting him, but did not mention 
the fact to his com|lnion, lestsho should be alarmed 
bv the thought thailic was going to lea e her iu that 
feeble State. And t dreadful recklessness bad come 
over Buckle—be wisn’t sure when he should go home 
himself. 
one day. as he opined hix pocket-book to get some 
change for a. durkey lie- *nw those abominable puuti* 
ca.1 q (rotations wh :I| lie had got off on the dear 
creature when she was in health. They were on 
little slips of paper as he used to carry them, repre¬ 
senting social cm it i Iges against the army of worn nil. 
From sheer disgu.-t at the former Buckle, he took 
them out, tore then in bits, and scattered them to 
last one caught his eye before it 
in a corner and had 
resumed the conversation it was directed Into another 
channel. , , . 
For three days more they punched np the lions of 
Savannah in every direction. That three-days' space 
was a climax and ami-climax of the following 
character. 
Day 1. Mr. Buckle moody, and iti las manner evi¬ 
dencing a return to the old congealed state of bash¬ 
ful uesa which he had once broken through. The 
sensible woman still kind and lady-like, hut too 
reserved lor the terrible suspicious of Mr. Buckle 
not to have some cause. 
Bay 2. Almost perfect sil ;nce during all the drives 
iud rides, save monosyllables, and sentences de¬ 
scriptive of scenery or the like. Mr. Buckle relapses 
i/uite into the old manner. The sensible woman 
" You take such kind care of me!” said the widow, 
sadly. 
“ It is in my nature, Madam—I can’t help it. 
" How your mother and sister must prize you, yon 
are bo thoughtful!” 
"I have little thinking to do for them. They are 
never sick and fragile. 1 uever took care o) any¬ 
body till I took care of you. 1 have got so ftoens- 
tomed to caring for somebody now, that 1 shall miss 
it very much when I go away,” 
Buckle meant to say this slyly; but being an un¬ 
practiced hand, felt so ashamed of himself for using 
the word “go” on the strength of so small a stock 
of intention, that his voice trembled like a green 
scamp trying to utter counterfeit notes. 
"Ah!” replied the widow, more pensively than 
before. ‘‘You will soon get somebody to take care of.” 
An opening! Bnekle commended himself to 
Heaven and struck ont. 
"So I shall. Did you know that I had been—in 
love?” 
"No! Really?” said the widow, with a start. 
"Yes. And I menu very soon to get married. 
Only one thing troubles me. 1 never had any train¬ 
ing with women. 1 don’t know how to propose. 1 
should make an awful botch of it if i tried. Ten to 
one the lady would laugh at, rue.” 
"Not if she loved yon,” said Mrs. Belle, very 
sadly. 
“ Well, now I have the utmost confidence m your 
good taste. As I told you when 1 first knew you 
before yon began to be so feeble—I say again, You 
are the most sensible woman I ever knew! And I’d 
like to ask your advice about, how to go to work, I 
don’t feel any fear in asking you. for we’ve been so 
much together in times of weakness and distress 
thut you seem like an old friend: we understand 
each other.” ., „ 
"I think we do,” said Mrs. Belle, confidently, 
though she knew she didn't, 
"Put it in this form. Suppose I were with the 
lady in a qniet place, do you think it would bo 
necessary for me to go down on my knees, when 
people might come out and catch me any minute? 
" ()f course not. That is never done out of novels. ’ 
"Or to lay my haim upon my breast and siiv, ‘ / 
swear,’ In a loud tone of voice that might attract 
people in the court-yard?” 
"That would be equally uncalled for.” 
"Very well. And seeing I don’t know how to 
talk ecutimentally an 1 would if I hud been tniifieu, 
and wouldn't like to conic out with a blunt ‘Do .you 
love me?’ bow do you think, looking at it smsdly % 
that It would do if’ I were to say nothing at all, but 
merely put my luce down to lu-rs—which is very 
beautiful, 1 assure you—and though 1 never did such 
a thing before In my life, give her a kiss?” 
"She couldn't fail to understand yon perfectly, it 
she loved you.” 
Mr. Buckle rose from his chair deliberately, cast 
his mustache over each shoulder, bent his tall form, 
and before the widow had the least idea what was 
coming, did that very thing. 
I am composed of 22 letters. 
My 13, 9. 4, 6, 6, 7 is a boy’s name. 
My 5,14, 4, IT Is the name of an island. 
My 14, 11, 17. 0 la one we should despise. 
My 3, 2, 4 . 12, 13, 20,18 D what we all love. 
My 13, 16, 4, 4, 2, 21 Is a small animal. 
My 1,19. 9, 13, 1, 2 17 Is one or the Southern States. 
My 10, 16, 6, 11,16.16 causes a good deal of talk. 
My 8, 16, 6, 4,14, 22 is a hard substance. 
My whole, is the name of one who staked reputation, for¬ 
tune, and life for the liberty of our country. 
Rome, Lep. Co., Mich., 1801. Francks S. Daily. 
Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 24 letters. 
My 1, 13, 14, 22, 6, 5 is a town in Maine. 
My 7, 23, 2. 22, 16, 6, 24 (b a county in New York. 
My 6, 1, 3, H I* a riveT iu Missouri. 
My 13, 10. 23, 23, 22, 6 is an Island in Oceanica. 
My 11, 7. 6, 12, 10, 6 is a city in England. 
My 12, 22. 23, 17 is a lake in Ireland. 
My 7, 14, 4, 10 is a county in Indiana. 
My 14, 19, 11, 3. 5 12, 15, 18. 22 is a town in Michigan. 
My 13, 4, 22. 10, 22 is a river in South America. 
My 9, 7, 20, 21, 19, 6, 17, 22, 6 is a town in Germany 
My whole is a well known adage. 
Glendale, Ohio, 1861. J - M c - 
Answer in two weeks. 
the winds. But tld last one fifti 
was destroyed —out which lay 
hitherto escaped lip notice: 
ucAlm 
er lam, 
fej at 
i if ret 
ii Phe let concAlment, lik« a warm i' the bud, 
Frey on her laUiftsk cheek—” 
A thunder-bolt fei at the feet of Buckle! Lightning 
flashed upon his U-ret.olore blinded eyes! Was there 
no way of repellijg the conviction? None! It was 
—it was the trutl|? . , , 
That very evening, if opportunity offered for a lent 
with which he was as familiar as shaking bauds 
with the man in the moon without a step-ladder, he 
would test this Doth! , 
The evening irtniB. Mrn. (lOcfrcy bud consented 
to try the invigorating effect of a little air and 
moonlight upol Buffington's Hole! veranda, 
air was henvnoli—likewise, as natural, the sky 
uoiitli the two /bland influences they sat softening, 
upon iu-ighhor®g chairs. “ AU* that such ft being 
7 -tiimlU lade!’-' t|.ought Buckle, looking at her beauti¬ 
ful face glorified by the moonlight. No one else wu- 
on the verandsf* They were alone with Nature and 
each other. Mrs. Godfrey was more than usually 
frail to-night—so, perfectly <>u Buckle’B level of prose 
humanity—and he was not i«u the least afraid of her. 
The 
Be- 
CHAPTER V. 
I saw him do it again. I was standing beside bun 
at the time, with a pair of white kids on, and can 
swear to it. Though lo be sure Im only followed the 
pious example of the Rev, Dr. Bedell, lie did it 
first, 1 did it afterward. And it was very nice. 
Another sail on the Montgomery then succeeded. 
“Bless my soul!” said the Captain, "has it come 
to this? I thought it would, Mrs. Belle, when you 
said you’d keep yonr eve on him.” 
"Dear me!” said Mr. Buckle, as we passed the 
Sandy Hook Light, "how little I thought the last 
time 1 saw that lantern what a mercy was my beiim 
left—no, not left, I mean! If everything hadn t 
happeued iu just that way—if I hadn’t been caught 
aboard—If I hadn't seen woman somewhere within 
range of me and no possibility of getting out—li i 
hadn’t learned her in hev little distresses— 
“And her 'fragility,"’ said Mrs. Belle with a ma¬ 
licious twinkle. . 
_I had then been a bachelor to this moment, 
utterly thrown away!” 
"Which was kindly averted,” said Mrs.Belle Buckle, 
"by Fate’s better throw—‘ Thrown Together.’” 
leap the field? 
Covert, Seneca Co., N Y., 1861. 
Answer in two weeks. 
J. B. Hammond. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
ARITHMETICAL PROBLEM. 
% 
A A.vn B engaged to reap a field for four pounds and ten 
shillings; and as A alone couid reap iu nine days, they 
promise to complete it in five days. They found, however, 
that they were obliged to call in C, an inferior workman, to 
assist them for the two last days, in consequence of which 
B received three shillings and nine pence less than he other¬ 
wise would have done. In what time would B or C alone 
answers to ENIGMAS, &«.. m No. eoo. 
Answer to Biblical Enigma:-Wealth maketh many Wends. 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma:-Alexander It. Stephens. 
Answer to Riddle:-A clergyman, or a justice of the peace. 
Answer lo Mathematical Problem:-Tower 60 feet; visible 
distance 626 miles; diameter would be 3,437.4999 7 22 nn es. 
Answer to Surveying Problem:—710.193 chains between 
the fort and battery A; 1042 622 chains between the fort an> 
batter C; 934.291 chains between the fort and battery B. 
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