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GOD BLESS OUR STAR-GEMMED BANNER. 
God bless our star gemmed banner, f hake ite folds out to the 
breeze, 
From church, from fort, from house top, o’er tho city, on 
the seas. 
The die is cast, the storm at last has broken in its might; 
Unfurl the starry banner, and may God defend the right. 
Too long our flag has sheltered rebel heart and stormy will; 
Too long has nursed the traitor who has worked to do it ill. 
That time U past—the thrilling blast of war in heard at length. 
And the North pours forth her legions that have slumbered 
in their strength. 
They have roused them to the danger, armed and ready forth 
they stand, 
Three hundred thousand volunteers, each with weapon in his 
hand. 
They rally round that banner, they obey their country’s call, 
The spirit of the North is up, and thrilling one and all. 
Tis the flag our sires and grandsires honored to their latest 
breath, 
To us : tis given to hold unstained, to guard in life and death. 
Time-honored, from its stately folds who liaH dared to strike 
a star 
That glittered on its held of blue?—who hut traitors, as they 
are? 
It was evident that 
Would to God it waved above us, with a foreign foe to quell, 
Not o’er brother faced to brother, urging steel, and shot, and 
shell! 
But no moie Ike choice is left us, for our friendly hand they 
spurn, 
We can only meet as foemen—sad, but resolute and stern. 
Father, dash aside the tear-drop, let thy proud boy go his way; 
Mother, twine tbine arms about him, and bless thy son this day; 
Sister, weep, but yet look proudly, ’Us a time to do or die; 
Maiden, clasp thy lover tenderly, as he whispers thee good-by] 
Wife, loose thy claim, though strongest, every man is wanted 
now, 
No Northern women, come what may, with self reproach 
must bow; 
Child, smile upon thy father, for that smile shall nerve his arm, 
And wife and child shall be to him a shield and holy charm. 
Onward, onward to the battle! who can doubt which side 
shall win? 
Right and might both guide our armies, and the steadfast 
hearts within. 
Shall the men who never quailed in war now falter in the 
field, 
Or the hardy stuff of Bunker Hill be ever made to yield? 
Then bless our Banner, God of Hosts! watch o’er each starry 
fold; 
’Tis Freedom’s standard, tried aud proved, on many a field of 
old; 
And Thou, who Jong hast blessed us, now bless us yet again, 
And crown our cause with Victory, and keep our flag from 
stain! 
VAYLE VENTNOR, PRIVATE. 
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The music wandered off flora FlowtoW to nearer 
home, playing the “Slar-Hpangled Banner” in bold 
breezy bursts. The large, long ball was filled with 
the sweet sharp shocks of the cymbals, tho bright 
blowing of the bugles, and the great drum-beats 
rolling through. People let their thoughts flow forth 
to meet the music, as suited them best, out upon the 
piazzas, in the parlors, or in the large long hall. 
Walking up and down the latter, a girl voice went 
singing the first line, 
“ Oh, ray, can you see by the duwn’c early light?" 
then ceasing, heating her palms together in time 
with the striking cymbals, she said, “ Oh, isn’t it 
lovely?” lingering in a pretty drawl upon the 
“ lovely.” 
The gentleman walking beside her looked down, 
smiling mischief, as he replied, “Very lovely, Car- 
lotta; sing it again.” 
“Nonsense! I do not mean my singing. Ah, hut 
yon know that 1 don’t!” looking up laughing into 
the laughing face. 
He bent lower, and more meaningly returned, 
“ But / moan the singing. I like it better than the 
band.” 
“ No, no, don’t talk so, but listen—ah, it is divine! 
divine! better than any music in the world. I don’t 
wonder, listening to it, that soldiers realize all the 
excitement and not the danger when they march to 
the battle field to such inspiring strains. Raymond, 
how did you feel when the men were dropping round 
yon at Manassas?” 
“Oh, as most men feel; after the first shock and 
dread passes, the nerves grow steady. Thus easily 
we get careless of human lives.” 
“ Ah, no, I do not think it is that; I think the soul 
rises to the occasion. But will you go again?” 
“ If i can get a commission, yes; if not, no.” 
“Why will you not go if yon do not get a com¬ 
mission?” 
“Well, I don’t like the associations generally as 
private. It's too hard work, and if I risk my life, I 
want to choose the way.” 
“Yes, I see,” she answered, absentty, as if she did 
not half sec. 
“ You would bo glad to have me go, Carlotta?” 
bending again, with eager interest. She kuew what 
he meant, and a little color of crimson fused into the 
faint pink check, and she unfurled her fan with a 
quick, nervous slide, as she replied, 
“I would be glad for every man to go that can, 
specially those without wives and children.” 
“They may have mothers; you forgot that,” he 
said, with an irritated, jeering sort of a laugh. 
But she was very serious, almost solemn, as she 
returned, “ Yes, that is very true; I didn't forget. 
My brother went, yon know; and he goes again, with 
our mother’s consent.” 
"I know.” That was all he said, but it was said 
in softer accents, under conviction. Then in a mo¬ 
ment more he began, “Aud the tic of a lover, Oar- 
lotta.” A little tinkling clash, and the pretty pearl 
fan was lying broken upon the floor, making grevious 
interruption. Swinging it to and fro, it had swung 
far out, and fell'at a gentleman's feet who was sitting 
on one of the side conches. He brought it to her, 
and received a little airy “ Thank you,” aud a smile 
of which her companion looked envious. 
“I wonder who he is?” sue exclaimed, watching 
the “gentleman” as he returned down the hall. 
“I've noticed him sitting there all the evening.” 
“ Have you?” with satiric emphasis, to which she 
paid no attention, hut went on heedlessly: 
“ Yes; and did you see what an air he has — how 
loftily he carries his head? Military, too, do you 
notice? lie must be a new arrival.” 
“ Very likely,’ - was the reply, crosBly enough now, 
and snftppiug two or three more sticks of the fan he 
had taken from her. Whereupon such a cunning 
little 6tnile went flashing whiter pearls than he held 
into view, and a pair of merry brown eyes dropped 
their white curtains, for modesty’s sake. The gentle¬ 
man who had been the innocent cause of all this, 
from his place on one of the side couches observed 
the pantomime of the conversation with an odd 
smile curling his heavy mustache, 
he understood. 
On the next morning, MiBB Carlotta Delevan — in 
other words, Miss Charlotte, the sweet Spanish ren¬ 
dering being the work of her Cuban nurse—might 
have been seen, somewhere after breakfast, when the 
hulls aro mostly vacant, running her little linger 
down the list of arrivals, as she loaned over the 
office-desk. There were Smiths, and Smythes, and 
aristocratic Howards, and Vans, and the Parisian 
De\ but only one military Captain Jones; and follow¬ 
ing this, making it more noticeable from the sharp 
contrast of euphony, was one name, the last, Yayle 
Ventnor. 
“ Vayle Ventnor!” Hhe ran it over in her mind. 
The oddest name in the world. Hut Bhc had found 
what she sought; Her military hero of the lofty car¬ 
riage was Captain Jones. So, satisfied, she went 
sauntering out upon the piazza and met the military 
hero, “ Captain Jones,” sauntering too. Bhedrooped 
her pretty head in pretty remembrance, and received 
a most graceful “reverence” in return; then, with 
gentlemanly courtesy, he turned off from his walk, 
leaving her alone. 
So she sauntered slowly, thinking, “ There’s some¬ 
thing fine about tho man—not so handsome, though, 
as Raymond Mays; horrid name too, 'Jones!’ 
Heigh-ho!” (yawning) “ I wish I had the morning’s 
paper. Ah! there comes Raymond; I’ll ask him. 
Raymond,”nodding and smiling her greeting, “is 
that the paper you have? Yes? Thank you!” nod¬ 
ding again, and dropping into a chair to unfold aud 
look It over, talking meanwhile to Raymond, who 
seated himself near. Looking down a list of soldiers, 
what should she come upon hut those two names 
again. First, among the officers, “Jeremiah Jones, 
Captain;” then, lower down, “ Vayle Ventnor, Pri¬ 
vate.” This Captain Jones, how be haunted her. 
Jeremiah Jones, think of that! she thought, and 
laughed outright, a little tinkle of merriment. 
“What is it so funny, Carlotta? I couldn’t find 
anything funny there. You get ail the sunshine o) 
life. What is it?” bending over. 
But Carlotta chose not to tell; so she pat a little 
slim hand between hiaeyes and tho paper, saying, with 
a merry malice, “ Curious?” 
“No; only interested in what interests you. I 
want to catch your sunny way. Can’t you teach me 
how?” 
“Yes,” demurely, “I’ll teach you to catch it,” 
rolling the paper into a ball, and tossing it lightly to 
him. 
lie caught the paper, and the fun too, tossing it 
hack again softly. And to and fro they kept it going 
a moment, until, in a backward bend of her head, all 
laughing, and flushed, and breeze-ru111ed as the head 
was, she received a glance of admiration from a 
bearded face looking down from ftu upper window 
upon their laughing play. It was sheer admiration, 
nothing less, for the girl herself in all her bright 
momentary abandon. As she met it, her color rose 
naturally; she dropped her eyes to raise them again 
furtively, but the gazer had withdrawn. Captain 
Jones again. It was veiy funny. And then there 
rushed over her mind—" Captain Jmrbmtah Jones!” 
and another little peal of laughter tinkled forth. 
“ What does possess you, la Carlotta, this morn¬ 
ing?” young Mays questioned, smilingly. 
She drew a long face, and answered, “Captain 
Jeremiah Jones possesses me, Raymond!” And, 
flinging down the paper, she ran away, tinkling forth 
her laugh again to her bearer’s utter mystification. 
So slio ran up the stairs, along the ball* and pas¬ 
sages, laughing still for the very drollery of tho 
whole thing laughing and saying over gleefully, 
“Captain Jeremiah Jom-s, Captain Jeremiah Jones,’ 
when Captain Jeremiah Junes, in ft sudden turn 
around a corner, nearly ran her down. Off came the 
plumed hat, and pardon was asked very humbly, with 
“ I hope 1 haven’t hurt you; it was very awkward of 
me, hut yotir step was so light, and mine so heavy.” 
She loaned against the wall, not hurt, but so startled 
that, she conldn’t speak for a moment. 
She was hurt, then, he thought, and very gravely 
and respectfully he approached to oiler some assist¬ 
ance, when she regained herpelf, and explaining, 
sped away. Bursting into her room, the persistent, 
oddity of the affair overcame her again, and she 
flung hei’Bolf, in another peal of laughter, upon the 
bed. Her mother looked up in amaze, asking Ray¬ 
mond’s question, “ What does possess you, Carlotta ■ 
With a little silver shout she answered, “Captain 
Jeremiah Jones possesses me, mamma;” and as soon 
as she was able to speak further, she gave “ mamma” 
a history of her adventures with the above gentle¬ 
man. “ Mamma” took tho sunshine of life like her 
daughter; so there were a pair of laughers when she 
had ended. The unconscious cause of all this, 
stauding at the office lighting a cigar, heard the 
merriment, and recognizing one voice, wondered 
what it was about. 
After dinner a servant handed her a card: “ 1' aid 
Wyman.” She ran down gleefully, for Ward Wyman 
was an old friend, and there she found him in close 
conversation with Captain Jeremiah Jones, who was 
for turning away as the lady approached, but. staid 
at, the peremptory command of Mr. Wyman, and the 
words, “ 1 want you two to know each other. Car- 
lottn, this is my friend Ventnor—Vayle Ventnor, Miss 
Charlotte Delevan.” The gentleman bowed lowly, 
“ was very happy,” etc.; but Carlotta was too amazed 
to say a word, and all the while trying in vain to 
control the merriment that dimpled round her mouth. 
Through her mind went runuing, “Captain Jeremiah 
Jones!” 
That night when Mays, Raymond Mays, came up to 
their hotel she had to tell him the whole story: it was 
too funny to keep. How he laughed! “Why, you 
little goose, can’t you tell an officer’s dress from a 
private’s?” 
“ No, indeed: how should I?” she answered. 
“Ventnor? Ventnor?” he repeated. “Ward”— 
to Wyman, who was just passing—“who is this 
fellow?” 
“ What fellow ?” 
“ This Ventnor?” 
Ward Wyman twinkled with suppressed amuse¬ 
ment. “This fellow. Mays, is the son of Richmond 
Ventnor, whose house you visited with me, in Paris, 
five years ago.” 
“The dickens it i3! What in the world is his son 
serving merely as a private for?” 
“ You must ask him.” 
“ Why his income must be a small fortune, and his 
associations and family advantages such that he 
might have almost any post. What does he mean ?” 
Thus, in his surprise, Raymond Mays ran on, 
unconscious that he was adding still more interest 
to the quondam Captain in the mind of Carlotta. 
He saw his mistake by-and-by, when the hand struck 
up “Die Scbonbrunner,” and passing by, Vayle Vent¬ 
nor, encouraged by the cordial smile that greeted 
him from la Carlotta, approached aud asked her, 
“ Would she honor him with two or three turns?” 
adding, apologetically, "that be was scarcely a fit 
cavalier for a lady in his rongh soldier’s costume.' 
But Carlotta thought differently, and said something 
very pretty and patriotic to him as she accepted the 
Invitation. The fact was, Carlotta was wild with 
furiosity to know how such a Fortune favorite came 
to be in bis present position, as “Vayle Ventnor, 
Private;” and so she determined to follow up the 
acquaintance till she had satisfied her Eve-like pro¬ 
pensity. It wasn’t a pleasant waltz to one person 
there. Raymond Mays Htood chewing the cud of 
bitter reflection. Poor Mays! he thought lie was 
dying for Carlotta Delevan; and perhaps he was, but 
it would be an easy death — because Mays never took 
any thing hardly, not even the small pox, which once 
visited him, leaving one white mark on the side of 
hia handsome nose. It wasn't pleasant to see Vent- 
nor’s splendid sliding °ase of step as he whirled past 
with Carlotta. If he had made a bungle of It he 
could have forgiven him, hut that perfect movement 
defied criticism. After the waltz the two strolled out 
upon the piazza, and here suddenly the gentleman 
reeled, and would have fallen, had it not been for the 
slight little arm that was linked within his. He sat 
down, and presently explained. 
“I have been ill, Mira Delevan, and the change of 
air after the exercise made my head spin.” 
“Ob, you are off on furlough, getting well?” she 
asked, with some satisfaction. 
“Exactly,” he replied, not a little amused at her 
direct simplicity, “ oft' on furlough, getting well — 
that is just it, Miss Delevan.” 
She colored a little —had she been too curious? 
But his manner was very frank and kind, so her mind 
eased itself, and the talk Sowed so readily that she 
found it was eleven o’clock before she knew it. 
Rising to go in, she said to him: 
“ Come to our private parlor, Mr. Ventnor, and let 
roe present you to my mother: she will be glad to 
make you comfortable if you are an invalid, and to 
ask yon about the army, for our Will’s sake.” 
He thanked her brightly. He liked the cordial 
freedom of her invitation, and told her how glad he 
w'onld he to come. 
Bo it came to pass, that morning after morning 
“ Vayle Ventnor, Private,” might he seen half-sitting, 
half-reclining, upon Mrs. Delevan’s own particular 
lounge in her own particular private parlor. On one 
of these mornings Carlotta was enlightened. It. 
began in this way: She had picked up an old paper, 
and her eye fell upon the two names again in a roll- 
call — “ Vayle Ventnor, Private,” and “Jeremiah 
Jones, Captain.” 
Bln- 1 aimlicd out with the gleeful memory—then 
told him the whole story; but the telling is too naive 
to lose. 
To his question, “What is it so funny, Miss Dele- 
van?” she replied, 
“Why, you must know that when you first arrived, 
the day after you picked up my fan, you remember, I 
thought you were Captain Jeremiah Joneg.” 
You thought — how should you think that?” 
“Surprised? Now I am'curious, 
surprising in that?” 
What is there 
“ Miss Delevan, I wish yon would let me ask you a 
plump question.” 
“ I will.” 
“ Are yon not engaged to Mr. Mays?” 
“Engaged to Raymond Mays? No. What put 
such a thought in your mind ?” 
“I can hardly tell; but I somehow received the 
impression.” 
“ And that is why you were surprised that I told 
him 1 was anxious for all men to go I Mr. Ventnor. 
I have never talked very earnestly upon any earnest 
topic with you, not because I have doubted your 
carm-ttness. but because 1 have met so few persons 
who feel just a* I do upon many things that I am shy 
of speaking. Bat after your avowal a moment since, 
1 know yon will understand me when I say that, were 
I engaged to Mr. Mays, 1 could not wish him to stay 
behind at this issue, even awaiting a commission,” 
she concluded, smiling. 
He looked at her with a new expression. This 
was fine, and he told her so. 
“ I don’t know, ” she went on. thoughtfully. “Some¬ 
times I think perhaps it is because I haven’t been 
tried in that peculiar manner. Women whose hus¬ 
bands and lovers have gone, and to whom 1 have 
expressed this, sft.y T am unwomanly, or that it is 
because I have never loved.” 
“It is because you are unselfish!” he exclaimed, 
with energy. “Tliatis the mistake half the women 
make. They rarely discern between selfishness and 
unselfishness, where the heart is concerned. And 
you, Miss Delevan, are the first woman I ever met 
who could.” 
The honest admiration with which he regarded her 
at t his point was unmistakable. It pleased her, of 
course, and she expressed it by saying, simply, “I 
am so glad yon think so.” 
He gave a quick look into her face. Buch a mix¬ 
ture of frankness and reserve, he couldn't make her 
out. Musing, he presently said, “Carlotta!” Then, 
recollecting, “Pardon me. Miss Delevan—” 
Bbe waved her hand at him depreciatingly, and 
interrupted with, “No, no; call me Carlotta. 1 like 
people I to call me Carlotta,” 
What was she about to say? I like people—I—like 
to call me Carlotta? He wished he knew. 
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For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
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I am composed of 23 letters. 
My 19, U, 22, 22. 17. 11. 16 is a noted battle field. 
My i, 3, 25,14. 5, 7. 21 is a rank in the army. 
My 13, 7, 12, 12, 6, 6, 7, 9 was the scene of a late brilliant 
victory. 
My 25, 3, 4. 15. 10, 20, 9 have caused much trouble. 
M.v 17, 6, 19, 3, 22 is a national criminal. 
My 1, 14, 25 is a number. 
My 1, 5, 18. 16, 8, 24, 25 is a large city in New Jersey. 
My 21, 23, 3 Union haters can do first rate. 
My 8,15, 11, 3, 2, 20, 7, 5,12, 9 is what our country now wants. 
My whole is one of the greatest events of the nineteenth 
ceDtnry. 
Flatbrookville, N. J., 1861. H. J. B. 
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For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA. 
But say on.” she resumed, “what you were 
going to say to Carlotta.” 
“Oh, Just a fact which may sound like mere com¬ 
pliment, hut which 1 assure you is not, that before 
to-day I thought you something sweeter than most 
young ladies; but*now you stand to me as a type of 
what woman should be.” 
“Oh, that in a great deal to say; but I think you 
mean it as you assert.” 
“Yes, I mean it, Carlotta; and more—go on as 
you have to me; talk out such sentiments. Be brave 
and honest and true to whatever convictions yon 
may have, however unpopular they may he. Will 
you 
Well, you see, when you restored my fan that 
night. I remarked to Raymond Mays, as you went 
hack to your seat, that you were military. The next 
morning, as T was looking over the list of arrivals, I 
ciune upon tho two names — ' Captain Jones and 
Vayle VftntjJurjVaud I supposed, of course, that you 
were the officer, as l had no knowledge of military 
dross-distinction, and there was but one military pre¬ 
fix, nnd I remembered your costume as belonging to 
some regiment. Do you see?” 
“Yes, I see,” he answered, trying not to smile at 
her straight simplicity. 
“Jint who in the world is • Captain Jones — Cap¬ 
tain Jeremiah .Tones?’” she suddenly asked. “I 
haven’t thought of the real Captain actually since I 
discovered my mistake —how funny!” 
“ He returned th V*» t day after his arrival — you 
probably didn’t see him. He is the Captain of my 
company a good J. 1 ; - , aud an excellent officer. 
But let me ask biiqi.v •; cation? How did you know 
his name to he Jeremiah?” 
“Why, I saw it in ft paper —like this,” aud she 
handed the one she held to him—then followed 
other little reminiscences—the meeting on the stairs, 
etc., till at last Carlotta asked a plump question, 
coloring prettily all tho time, 
“I want to know how you came to he serving as 
‘ Private’ — will you tell me?'' 
“ Why me bo especially?” 
“ Because Ward says yon are rich and aristocratic. 
Richmond Ventnor’# BOD.” 
He laughed. “Yes, it is very true. I ant rich and 
aristocratic, as the saving goes, and Richmond Vent- 
nor’s son; but, what has that to do with it?” he con¬ 
cluded, determining to draw her out. 
She made her eves very round at this; and then 
repeated the usual objections—the usuul reasons why 
rieii and influential men shouldn't serve as “pri¬ 
vates”—Raymond Mays’s objections and reasons. 
He heard her through, then his whole face changed, 
as lie turned it toward her, and his light laughing 
words of a moment sino« changed to perlect. serious¬ 
ness as he answered: “Miss Delevan, when the news 
reached me of my country’s peril I was in Paris at 
my father’s house. A steamer sailed on the next day 
for America. I made my preparations and sailed in 
it, Mv life had been a student’s life: I knew nothing 
whatever of military drill; hut 1 was able and strong, 
from being a good gymnast— so I set myself to learn 
my new trade bv i.nlisting as a private at ouce.” 
“ Rut you have been serving three months — surely 
you have some experience now?” she interposed. 
“ It hasn't made a good soldier of mo yet at all 
events. I have much to learn before 1 shall think 
myself fitted to command in any degree. In the 
mean time, the country calls for a larger army, and 
because I am unfitted for an officer, shall 1 wait at 
such a time for a commission?” 
“ But you would not have to wait, with your con¬ 
nections in the military and political woild,” she 
He was very earnest —not gallant as Raymond 
Mays would have been—but in hearty earnest for the 
truth’s sake. 
“1 will try,” she answered. Then she thought, 
“He culled me Carlotta—how sweetly he says it! 
He Is Certainly very fine, and handsomer than Ray¬ 
mond Mays!'' 
“Alas for Raymond Mays! Two or three more 
days went by, and the band played, and the carriages 
rolled, and people took life gayly in sound of the 
great surging sea at this thoroughfare of fashion. 
In this time “ Vayle Ventnor, Private,” became 
better acquainted with la Carlotta. From the text 
of tliat morning they had gone on into the deeper 
waters of existence—bad talked finer and freer, and 
thus discovered much more of each other. 
In the meantime Raymond Mays, handsome fellow! 
—much handsomer he it known than Vayle Vent¬ 
nor—meantime he chafed and fretted inwardly at 
this ripening acquaintance, and outwardly conducted 
himself in a moat disdainful manner toward the 
former gentleman. 
“The girl's head is turned with his wealth and 
position!” lie blustered one night to Ward Wyman. 
“No, no, Mays, he generous; I don’t think that of 
Carlotta: besides, you don’t know Ventnor—you 
won't know him; that’s it. There was never a finer 
lellow in the world,” 
Mays speeded aud turned away. 
Jt happened that very night that be was present at 
a club room, and beard a conversation between 
Ventnor and another, wherein Ventnor gave his 
reasons and opinions pretty ranch as he had done 
before Carlotta Delevan, 
Still Mays sneered and scoffed. 
The conversation wandering off a lieutenant ol 
the regular army suddenly said, . 
“Here is Mays now who is waiting, and with 
better reason than most. Mays was in the Crimea, 
you know.” 
“No, 1 didn’t know.” 
“ Yes, he was in Europe at the time, and joined 
the allied forces out of sheer blood-thirstiness, I 
believe. Isn’t it so, Mays? Here, come out of your 
corner, and tell us all about it.” 
Mays “came out,” saying there was nothing to 
tell, modestly and a little crossly. 
But Ventnor was so interested, so genial and frank, 
there was no n Mating; so Mays told them “all about 
it” that he knew. 
“ Bei ge says you were the best drilled soldier o! 
all the volunteers. Mays,” the lieutenant went on. 
“and that you had at one time the temporary com¬ 
mand of a company.” 
“Why, I should think it was easy enough then tor 
you to get a commission,’' one said. 
Mays shrugged bis shoulders, and retorted, “Bah! 
I haven’t influential friends in the right department, 
you know.” . . .. 
Vayle Ventnor blazed forth in the same indignant 
protest that lie had brought forward upon another 
occasion, and when he had euded there was a deter¬ 
mined look around his finu-set mouth that told ol' a 
purpose. When Raymond Mays left the club-room 
that night, it was actually with a friendly nod to 
Ventuor’s cordial “flood-night!” 
I am composed of 19 letters. 
My 6, 7, 16, 17 is a county in North Carolina. 
My 10, 3,17, 9 is a county in Tennessee. 
My 19, 0, 11, 2, 4 is a county in Illinois. 
My 1. 2. 4. 17, 7 is a county in Iowa. 
My 9, 19. 0, 15, 2, 4 is a large river in South America. 
My 11,13, IS, 14 is a river in Ireland. 
My 2, 7, 6, 6, 17 is a county In Missouri. 
My 8, 2, 12, 17 is a county In Arkansas. 
My whole is the name of a distinguished anatomist and 
phrenologist. 
Alabama, Gen. Co., N. Y., 1S6L Albert B. Nortox. 
53C Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
MATHEMATICAL PROBLEM. 
A OR.VTi.EMAN owned a piece of land in the form of a circle. 
He had five sons and a daughter. To each of his five sons 
he gave one of the five largest equal circles that could 
be drawn within the larger circle, their peripheries touching 
each other; to his wife he gave the part without the small 
circles and within the larger; to his daughter the part within 
the small circles, which was 40 acres of land. Required, the 
quantity at land to each. H. D. Don.vki.i.y. 
Bennetttburg, N. Y., 1801. 
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‘THE OLD MAN.’ 
Wuo calls his father “The Old Man?” Here he is. Yon 
would know him nt a glance. He is so afraid that ho will be 
classed a boy that he must tell of the old mao. which signi¬ 
fies that he hits charge of affairs now, and the fattier is a 
secondary personage. If there is anything I thoroughly 
despise, it is to hear parents disrespectfully spoken of; hut I 
never heard a sprout of a boy speak of his father in such 
terms without a strong desire to laugh at the comical picture 
before me. If “Great I” is sitting down, ho throws his 
head back, and talks of what he bos advised the old man to 
do. And then he tries so hard to look self possessed, as if he 
had always been a man himself, tbnt he overdoes the matter 
entirely, and I cannot but think of a baby rooster in its first 
attempts at a cock-a doodle doing. If young men, and 
would-be young men, know how perfectly disgusting, as well 
as ridiculous aud disrespectful, they appear in calling their 
father the old man, they would soon discontinue the 
shameful practice. Aud they would find that, when they 
respected others, they themselves would bn respected. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS. &c.. IN No. 615. 
Answer to Politico-Biographical Enigma:—I hope, I trust, 
I pray,—nay, 1 believe,—Kentucky will yet to her duty. 
Answer to Mathematical Problem:—Lesser abscissa, 151.5040 
feet; greater abscissa, 748.4960 + feet. 
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A few days more and the furlough would have 
expired. “Vayle Ventnor, Private,” was a. sound, 
hearty man again. There was no excuse now for 
delay, though the Land played “Die Schonbrunner” 
in such melting, memorizing strains, and the Star- 
Spangled Banner rolled through the halls. Whistling 
..— — „ . - .. , the latter lustily to get the former out of hi* head, 
said; rod half seeing vet hi* modesty—hra manliness. k e|f(u rushing up the stair* and round a corner— 
“ No, 1 would not have to wait, it is very true,' be )(lla j corner — w hen swirl! came a silk gown and 
— 1 its owner. He opened hi< arras in a flash—into them 
lie took silk gown and all—all thu pretty, pretty 
wearer. He gathered her up with a little exulting 
. . »_ j_ 1_ a 1... J/.k, 
exclaimed, with some sarcasm. “ Miss Delevan, 
BittiDg upright now, and lighting with scorn, “ J uni 
sick ami ashamed of the shallow advantages of posi¬ 
tion - of the miserable presuming expectations that 
grow out of it. It is continually putting men in the 
i wrong place, aud building up gigantic errors — snch 
errors as we are to-d.iy striving to amend, it humili¬ 
ates me to think that to my position in the world do 
I owe perhaps any advancement, instead of to my 
own strength and powers as a man. I long some¬ 
times to throw off these 4 circumstancea,’ and for a 
time to meet the world face to face, and on it* own 
term*. But pardon nil tor boring you with my theo¬ 
ries;” and ho sank back upon the lounge again to 
silence. 
Bo Carlotta was enlightened. As she sat there in 
the silence she pondered what she had heard. This 
did not sound like Raymond Mays; yet Raymond 
Mays was a bmve lellow, and a. manly one. Bhe had 
never heard any one talk like this before; but it 
struck an answering chord in her own nature. 01 
coarse she liked him better for it. Hr thought she 
didn’t understand — that he had bored her with his 
earnestness un what he supposed would be a vague 
theory to her; for be looked upon her as only a 
sweeter specimen of the young lady genus, that 
bloomed in fashionable society. By-aud-by Bbe said, 
in a dreamy, absent manner, as she Bat, with her 
cheek leaning in her hand: “ I wish you would tulk 
in this way to Raymond Mays.” 
“ Why to Raymond Mays?” he questioned, in sur¬ 
prise. , . 
“Ob,” still dreamily, thoughtfully, “he is waiting 
for a commit*.-inn. He says lie don't like the associa¬ 
tions of a private’s life —that it is too hard labor, 
and too generalizing; that if he is going to risk his 
life, lie means to do it in a manner that is rnoBt agree¬ 
able to him,” etc. _ ... 
“Persona! ambition! that is it; it stands 111 the 
way of the whole thing. Every man for himself, 
instead of a grand unit in thousands of men. But 
are you anxious for Mr. Mays to go?” and he here 
looked at her rather curiously. 
•• I am anxious for all men to go who can,” as I 
told him. 
“ As you told him? But pardon me.” 
“ I have nothing to pardon in that. But why do 
you ask it?” 
“I was surprised.” 
laugh, and set her down inside the private parlor; 
hut not until he had said, “Carlotta, be my Carlotta, 
you little darling!” and she had promised she would. 
“So you are engaged, Carlotta?” Raymond Mays 
remarked, a short time after this. 
“ Yes, I am engaged, Raymond.” 
“Well, I give you my congratulations. Carlotta, 
look here.” He'handed her an open letter. She 
read an appointment to a Captaincy in the —th 
Regiment, 
“ Oh, I am so glad for you!” she exclaimed. “How 
came it?” 
“It came by Vayle Ventnor, Private, though he 
does not know my knowledge of hia influence.” 
Then he told her of their conversation at the clnb- 
roora, and how directly after that he received this 
appointment, through Governor - and Colonel 
-, who were both near relatives of Vayle Ventnor. 
“And now, Carlotta, I have offered yon my congrat¬ 
ulations, I am going to him for ihe same purpose, 
and to thauk him. He deserves his happiness, for 
he is a good fellow; but I wish he never had come 
here after oil, Carlotta.” 
“ Then you would never have got your commis¬ 
sion,” she answered, slyly. 
“ But,” bending down, “shouldn’t I have got Car¬ 
lotta?” 
“Oh no, uo; we were both too old acquaintances, 
Raymond. You'll like somebody else much better 
than you ever did mo.” 
lie stoutly denied this possibility; but all the time 
he was adjusting his belted sash with infinite satis¬ 
faction, and Carlotta said unto herself, “I'll risk his 
heart while it beats under that uniform.” 
He held out his baud. “Good-by, Carlotta; I sat 
to-night.” He tried bard to look miserable, but all 
in vain. 
“Good-by!” 
Then suddenly, in a quiet flash of feeling, he bent 
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