MOORE’S  RURAL  NEW-YORKER 
In  tho  world  had  told  mo  I  had  ever  belonged  to 
their  family  1  wottldn’t  have  boUc^Td  them.  But, 
as  you  say,  sweet  crimson  rose,  the  grape-vine  Is 
old  and  knows  everything.  1  think  there  Is  such 
a  thing  a.s  being  tooold  and  knowing  too  much.  I 
suppose  I  must,  accept  his  story  as  the  truth. 
Hood  evemng,”  and  away  he  flew,  feeling  much 
less  pleased  with  himself  than  ho  did  when  ho 
nrst  spied  the  caterpillar. 
•*  Thunk  you,  YouTc  as  clever  as  you  aro  Ipvo- 
ly,"  said  the  caterpillar  to  tho  rose,  as  soon  as  ho 
had  gone. 
“  ulad  you  think  I’m  lovely.  Sorry  1  can’t  say 
tho  same  tor  you,"  ’renllcd  tho  truthful  flower. 
“  You’re  not  prottv— not  at  all ;  and  really  I  don’t 
like  the  way  you  cat  m.v  green  leaves.  Do  stop 
ni\d  wind  yourself  up  In  your  cradle,  and  colTlu,  or 
whatever  It  Is,  and  turn  Into  a  btitterfly  as  soon  ns 
possible.  Won’t  you?" 
But  the  eat(!rplUiir  kci>t  on  eating.  He  wasn’t 
ready  for  his  eonin  just  yet.  So  the  rose  turned 
her  back  on  him  and  begun  to  throw  kisses  to  tho 
slender  whlln  Illy  that  grow  In  the  next  garden 
and  WHS  deeply  In  love  with  a  humming-bird.— 
Indi'liriidt'iil- 
Knowledge,  we  Ihink  a  little  of  Solomon’s  wisdom 
will  do  her  no  harm  if  taken  as  dessert. 
Teaclilng  Is  not,  or  should  not  be,  child’s  play. 
Wo  think  most  likely  the  little  girl  may  be  very 
successful  In  teaching  a  select  .school,  and  rnlglit 
commence  immedlutely.  It  she  can  have  a  good 
asslsUiil  In  the  form  of  a  llioughlful.  Intclllgont, 
loving  mother.  But  we  would  suggest  lliut  the 
lessons  Uiught  be  in  the  braiiehcs  of  aclt-govern- 
mcni,  Sell-rcllaacc.  Domestic  Ivcoiioniy,  i,cucnil 
lutelUgcncc,  rutleneo  and  llumlllly;  and  that  the 
number  of  seUolars  be  llniiied  to  tmr,  and  that  one, 
horsoir.  These  sciences  tveil  studied  and  practiced 
for  Iho  next  Ion  years,  then  thoroughly  reviewed 
In  eompaiiy  with  the  se.hool  books  lliut  »ho  now 
Im.ugincs  she  Is  •'through  with,"  and  our  word 
tor  It  she  will  mako  a  hotter  teacher  and  a  nobler 
woman  t  han  If  she  goes  Into  the  ai.hool-room  "  mis¬ 
tress  of  coreinonles,"  with  her  childish  smattering 
of  wisdom,  at  t  he  loo  early  age  of  fourteon. 
THE  FIRST  'YALENTINE, 
THE  FARMER’S  DAUGHTER 
(See  iLLUbTEATlON  ON  PAOE  11)9.1 
BY  ANNIE  L  JACK. 
It AT-TAT  at  the  door  1  Ital  tat  at  the  door ! 
Here  nro  Valontnicti  viiu,  two,  three; 
There  («  ono  for  Harry,  aiiil  ouo  for  Will, 
.SndabtgoiifttorBirlte.J  See, 
VV  lldlj  wliu  fhea  o'er  the  nurBtry  floor. 
Never  wan  irirlie  •«>  Inii'py  laiTore, 
A«  she  ehouts  i  ii  her  baby  glee  - 
'•  Oh.  I’ve  KOt  a  V'Ali'iilinc.  all  come  look. 
Ah  bijr  HH  the  sheet  of  ii  i>ictiirp  book  ! 
Now  don't  yon  wish  you  nil,  like  me, 
Had  H  Kient  bar  heart  j'lUiite.d  real,  you  see  ?’ 
All  ihiy  long— uow  iu,  uow  out- 
Now  up,  now  down— whe  w  iindcVH  about, 
SllowiuK  her  Ireatiuro,  ’tin  fawt  nettinwr  torn. 
Bid  I'liper.  we  .ill  know.  Is  rerj-  «oou  worn. 
“  Who  do  you  think  cuu  love  too  (ho  most 
To  buy  this,  aud  eeud  it  aloiio  tiy  tho  i>oMt  ? 
Do  liKik  again,  you  luuHt  like  lo  nuc, 
'Tin  a  ureal  big  heart,  and  It  ’loiure  lo  me. 
And  pleaao  to  tend  me  the  written  line 
That  sayw,  *  Clod  blew  you,  aweet  Vnlcntiiie 
She  lives  within  a  aniel  home. 
No  model  of  (Itn  irraceH, 
Unknomi  to  culture’s  hiKher  walks. 
Or  fnshion'H  giddy  placeB 
A  thonghlful  girl,  so  swecl,  so  wise 
With  PHnieat  fare  and  loving  ej  ea  - 
The  fanner’a  gentle  itfugldcr. 
From  nioi  n  till  eve  the  liltle.  maid 
I*  busy  at  her  lalx'r^ 
She  HW'cepH  and  dusts  the  phi  farm  house 
.And  heii'w  a  jnairer  neighbor ; 
No  goiuiit'  "  ill  bIic  listen  to 
(.\  merit  ran-.  I  own  to  yon) 
ho  Uvt*  tho  farnier’a  daugliler. 
On  luking  dHj"H  her  tiny  hands 
Are  biiay  at  the  niaking: 
No  bread  more  light  and  nweet  lhnn  hers, 
Waa  over  made  by  baklug. 
she  ehiirna  the  butter  golden,  sweet, 
.And  kexip*  the  dairy  white  aud  neat— 
Tlv'  farnier’a  uaef nl  danghter. 
Her  garden  la  an  Kdrn  fair. 
A  bloom  w  ilh  pinks  and  rotien, 
She  know-i  the  n.imc  of  every  flower, 
And  makes  Home  porgoous  pi.iHies,— 
OrowB  VC«".  him!  rndishi’e.  and  i  reBs, 
And  corn,  aud  Mfiuflsh.  and  h'Tb«  to  press- 
The  farmer's  happy  dangUter 
Long  lu.iy  sha  bravely  suiile  on  iii«,— 
Our  darling  honsehold  fairy. 
The  ipieen  of  garden,  bonao  and  lot. 
And  prineesH  of  the  dairy— 
To  teach  u»  by  ber  pleasant  way 
To  love  the  ihingB  of  every  d».v  - 
OoD  I'le.sK  tho  farmer’H  danphtcr. 
HOW  LITTLE  BOYS  CAN  HELP 
“t)H.  ihpse  boys;"  says  M vuv,  ‘•Isn’t  IL  queer 
how  well  il  rhymes  wllh  notsc'.’— In  fm  t  a.s  If  It 
was  made  on  purpose.’’ 
We  looked  up  .and  t  here  t  hey  were— three  sturdy 
little  fellows,  strong,  msy-i  lieeked  and  full  of  fun. 
crowding  each  oilier  as  they  stood  over  the  stove 
and  snutTed  Ihe  air  uud  tea.scd  sister  JIarv  lo  find 
out  what  nlee.  Mneii  foretold  n  Sitvory  dinner. 
Then  •‘mother  ’  <-.mie  lu,  “  All,  Win,"  she  said, 
"ran  you  elean  the  knives?  We  are  husy,  and 
ifxit  flliincr  would  hardly  cut  with  a  ilhTy  knife. 
.lAMiK,  a  fewstleks  of  good  wood  from  Iho  shed 
wilt  make  that  pudding  b»U  grand  (wU  h  enipUasl.s). 
Now,  NTANTON,  v'ii.sh  your  hand-:  and  fuee,  and 
help  sol,  the  tiihle;  be  sure  to  lift  all  Uie  dishes 
with  tv'-o  hamUj;  they  cost  so  much  when  wc  have 
to  go  to  I  he  store,  for  new." 
In  a  few  moments  the  rcatleiis  hoys  were  trans- 
formwl  Into  III  tic  housekeeperN,  hu.sywlth  light 
work  that  saved  the  girl-s  many  steps,  and  In  aft.er 
yours  would  ho  useful  to  Ihciii  as  a  le.s;-toii  well 
learned.  Tho  boys  of  a  liou.sehold  after  they  grow 
old  enoiigli  are  oftr-n  worked  too  heavily;  but 
many  a  mother  with  a  gi'Oiq)  H'om  four  years  old 
10  (en,  does  not  know  that  they  ean  be  made  use¬ 
ful  In  many  ways,  and  dmihly  happy  In  being  able 
to  do  mothor'.s  work.  In  Ihe  family  vvhere  Ihis 
look  place  a  boy  of  si^veii  lakc.i  turn  wIlli  aiiotla  r 
of  nine  to  do  Ific  ehurnlng  lu  one  of  tho  light,  pat¬ 
ent,  manchurd  Churns.  True,  there  Is  only  the 
milk  of  two  cows,  but,  tt  Is  fun  for  llieni  to  do  It 
anil  a  mlnlainve  pad  of  but  tor  Is  an  amide  reward; 
at  the  same  time  noise  is  utlll/.ed,  and  so  are  boys. 
Annie  I..  •!. 
WHAT  THE  ROSE  TOLD  THE 
BUTTERFLY. 
ILLUSTRATED  REBUS.-NO.  6 
tinted  wings,  stopped,  a f  the -  no  ot  a  longhutn- 
iner  afternoon,  lo  take  a  tew  nioiiienls’  rest  on  I  he 
braiieh  of  a  migrant,  rose-tree. 
\s  he  did  so.  ho  spied  Just  abnvo  him  a,  big 
brow  n  caferplUar.  slowly  eating  tt.s  way  through 
ono  of  the  largest  of  green  leaves. 
“  Well.”  said  the  yoiing  butterfly,  opening  wide 
his  wings,  so  that  all  the  roiicsand  buds  might  sen 
their  hrllllant  colors,  “timl.  Is  a  queer  looking 
thing.  It.  don’t,  appear  In  liave  any  legs,  and  It’s 
very  ugly.  I’ve  half  a  mind  to  speak  to  li." 
Then  ho  had  a  whole  mind,  and  spoko.  “  Hallo! 
mv  friend  ”  (hts  friend,  Indcod  !)-‘\von  with  a  fur 
.•o'aton-tn  sia  h  warm  woaUior,  loo.  How  very 
odd,  when  ono  feels  like  wearing  no  coat  at  all. 
What  are  you? 
“  What  you  were  onee  yourself, "  answered  the 
caterpillar,  gruffly,  raising  Its  head  for  an  licitant, 
and  then  quietly  going  on  with  Its  meal. 
••I  r’sald  tho  biiUcrfly,  staiuilngon  the  tip  of 
his  toes  lu  Ills  great  aslonlshinenl.,  “  Well,  that  Is 
a  good  Joke.  1  over  aiiyl hlug  like  you  I  The  Idea 
Is  absurd,  ridiculous  1  I  dy ;  you  crawl.  1  reed  on 
honey;  you  on  green  leaves.  T,  to  speak  plainly, 
am  beautiful;  and  you.  lospeak  still  more  plainly, 
extremely  imt  beaullfnl.  Oh,  nol  my  funny  fel¬ 
low.  You’ve  made  a  great  mist  ake,  or  else  told  a. 
I  gr»'a1.— 
SOFT  SOAF,  WITH  PLENTY  OF  LIE. 
“  OH,  dear!  There  conics  tlial.  lioriTd  Mrs.  .Iones 
again!’  Almiua,  do  run  and  put  that  new  ha.srpie 
pattern  of  mine  out  oi  sight,  for  she'll  bo  sure  to 
a.sk  me  for  It  if  she  sees  It,.  Her  prying  eyes  iire 
lu  every  comer,  and  sbo’3  never  In  a  hurry  to  re. 
turn  anything,  cither.  What  a  shabby  old  limiii.-t 
She’s  got  on;  and  as  sure  :i.s  my  iiaiiic  Is  ntcbiis  if 
she  hasn’t  got  that  homely  young  'mi  or  hei-a  wli  h 
her.  He's  five  i  cars  old,  and  squalls  more  t  han 
any  Hlx-niouUis.nId  haby  1  ever  saw.  And  t lull’s 
tier  same,  old  dress,  too,  ain't  It  7  or  course  she’ll 
Dear!  how  I  flctesl  her.  I  wish  she 
!.  Well,  1  iiiaj  as  w  ell  open  I  h<^  door. 
syf~  Answer  In  two  weeks. 
LITERARY  ENIGMA.-No.  1. 
I  AM  composed  ot  a  letters : 
My  .A,  30,  t?,  1,  12, 5,  M,  41,  35,  29,  26,  40  ts  a  poem  by 
Longfellow. 
My  20,  14,  10,  s,  32, 40, 6,  2.  34,  32,  14,  42  Is  a  novcl  by 
Dleke.ng. 
My  23,  I  I,  23,  14,  ’A*,  •Afl  ono  Of  ToQUj'Hon’s  Idyls  of 
the  King. 
My  IS,  4,  21.  33,  23,  17,  34,  15,  ’2.3,  14,  19,  14,  2R.  ‘26 
is  a.  poem  by  J.  O.  Haxo. 
My  15,  25.  16,  41,  19,  14,  27,  7,  ‘29.  14, 33,  ‘26  tS  a  sonnct 
by  Mrs,  Browning. 
My  1, 22,  31,  32,  3^,  31  tlio  name  of  an  artist. 
My  23,  22,  1 1 ,  1 1 ,  .36.  I  l  Is  a  novel  by  Augusta  Evans 
Wilson. 
My  37, 22,  31,  ‘24,  9  hero  Of  “My  Wife  and  I.” 
My  whole  is  a  (piot  atlon  from  Longfellow. 
rW"  Answer  In  two  weeks.  m.  e.  b. 
PROMISED  LAND  FOR  WOMEN. 
OLIVE  llAUi’KR  writes  Of  domestic  llfo  In  (irecen, 
tliat  111  ono  rcspei  t  It  Is  the.  iiromiscd  land  for 
women;  tor  Ihe  ini.shands,  In  devotion  to  their  | 
wives,  aro  themselvea  thetr  only  punUlel.  blm  , 
Greek  man  tv  only  l  Oiiient  when  ho  can  . 
lavurh  upon  his  wlic  all  t  he  luxuries  In  the  way  of  | 
dress  Iho  lemnle  heart  can  desire.  He  la  only 
happy  when,  lu  eonipuuy  with  Ids  wife  Iti  the  | 
house,  in  the  garden  or  on  tho  promenade,  she  Is  | 
Llic  best  dra.sscd  Of  all  the.  (air.  With  tho  Greek  j 
hushiuid  I  here  is  no  grumbling  eonseut  to  healow  j 
ujKui  you  enough  to  buj'  a  pair  of  boolB,  whllo  he, 
spends  ten  times  that  amount  wllh  his  friends  In 
champagne  suppers;  no  long-drawn  visage  as  he 
doles  out  a  stingy  stim,  while  delivering  a  solemn 
lecture  as  to  female  cxuavagiinco.  Not  a  bitof  lU 
On  the  contrary,  tlic  Greek  limshand  does  not  lead 
Ills  wife  through  by-slreets  for  fear  of  dry  goods 
stores  when  she  wlbhcs  to  go  out  for  a  little  walk. 
He  leads  her,  on  the  contrary,  past  the  most,  fash¬ 
ionable  stores,  and  observcji,  with  IJiu  eye  of  a 
critic,  all  the  new  styles,  and  Is  really  and  truly 
w  illing  to  spend  his  money  for  Ids  own  wife.  Even 
for  fear  that  she  should  not  be  considered  so  lovely 
;  as  some  ono  else,  he  goe.9  to  a  perfumer’s,  he  buys 
i  (;old  cream,  rlcc  powder,  delicate  pinks  tor  checks 
'  a  little  blanched  by  tho  stern  realities  of  mother¬ 
hood;  he  buys  a  little  black  for  eyelashes,  to 
brighten  eyes  liiai  have  become  somewhat  dim¬ 
med  by  tears,  perhaps,  or  vigils  over  sick  babies, 
and  he  not  only  gives  his  full  and  freo  consent  to 
their  use,  but  ho  himself  will  artistically  apply 
I  them,  and  afterward  compliment  hls  wife  upon 
!  her  beauty  till  her  heart  swells  with  love  that  he 
knows  so  well  how  to  retain,  fresh  as  when  tlic 
first  vows  were  plighted.  Yes,  ot  a  verity,  the 
Greek.s  aro  bod  men,  but  good  husbands  and  ten¬ 
der  fathers. 
stay  all  day .  1 
was  in  France. 
I  biipfwsc  she’d  nip  her  knuckles  off  htil  what 
slic'd  get  In.’  i 
“  Why,  my  dear  Mrs.  Jones,  linw  do  you  do?  | 
was  jiistBa.Ytng  to  Ai.mika.  lids  morning,  ‘How  I  j 
dowfJi  Mi-j.  Jones  would  ei  mc  ovevitiKl  spend  , 
I  he  flay!  lt’8  an  ago  slnec  I've  seen  her.’  .\nd 
I'm  glad  .von  brought  Jimmie,  loo— dear  little  fel 
low!  .As  I  was  telling  Ai.mika,  he's  such  a  l<rave 
and  gentlemanly  lltllo  boy.  1  waa  ufrald  "hen 
you  did  come  you'd  Itace  him  at.  honn’.  As  I  lold 
Almira,  talni.  ofen  you  see  such  a  nice  lliile  bo.v. 
Take  off  j'Oiir  bonnet,  Alnv.  Jones;  what  a  bf'iudy 
It  Is!  As  1  waa  telling  Ai.miha,  lids  mortdiig, 
‘Mrs.  Jones  IS SU' h  a  tasty  vvoman.'  You  always 
have  the  prcllli'-''  bonnet  tii  the  nn-et In’ house. 
Why,  tt  you  ludu't  making  ii noili.T  new  dress  I  I 
don't  SCO  wb  It  yon  wan't  of  aiioHier,  so  many  nten 
ones  as  you've  got  now.  Why  If  I  had  half  as 
many  I’d  fed  rich  as  a  queen.  Now  if  my  new 
basque  patt  ern  waa  only  home,  f  ’d  let  you  have  It. 
but  Miss  SAMCLE  she  had  to  up  and  borrow  it  be¬ 
fore  I’d  a  chance  to  use  it- myself.  a.s  l  told  Ai.- 
mika,  ‘Now,  Mrs.  Jones  wouldn't  do  so.’  You’re 
always  so  parlleular  about  such  things.  I’d  send 
Almira  right,  over  there  after  II,  taut  I  know^  she 
wouldn’t  get  It. 
“  What!  aro  you  going  so  soon  ?  vvhy,  as  true 
as  the  world  H  ts  past  supper  time.  I  meant  as 
much  as  eould  he  to  bavo  you  stay  to  tea.  1  told 
ALMIRA  ’tvvould  bo  just  Ukc  you  not  to  slay,  but  I 
had  set  ray  tie:irt  on  it,  alter  all.  Well,  I  don’t 
like  to  urge  folks  out  of  their  way.  If  you  must 
BIOGRAPHIC AI.  ENIGMA.-No.  1 
I  AM  composed  of  51  letters: 
My  17,  4,  17,  6,  2*2, 9  a  greRt  orator  of  old. 
My  5,  11,17,  I,  2,  ‘22.  27,  21,  3.3,  25,  32,  88,  49,  40,  44,  26 
a  female  editor. 
51y  50,  46,  35,  87,  20.  22,  12,  .51,  38  a  UOVCllSt. 
.My  3,  18,  7,  34,  41,  36,  9,  16.  38,  10,  18,  22,  12,  49,  15  a 
female  lecturer. 
My  81,  11,  15,  39,  46,  6,  24  a  French,  writer. 
My  43,  *28,  4T,  7,  16,  n  a  Scotch  antiquary. 
My  28,  21. 14,  4  an  artist  of  SocUy. 
My  20, 21,  36, 30  a  eiuion  of  Rouen,  France. 
My  45, 19, 18  a  divine  of  the  court  of  Louis  XIV. 
My  whole  Is  a  translation  from  Cicero. 
rfr  An.swer  in  two  weeks.  Little  One. 
“  Have  patience,”  said  the  rose,  “  and  you  tUiall 
hear.  At  Hie  moment  you  fli-st  unfolded  your 
wln^  tho  grape-vine  bchlndmc  flung  out  a  pretty 
tendril  aud  caught  me  around  the  stAira.” 
“  ‘  Ah,  I  have  you  now,  Queen,  of  the  Rosebuds,’ 
said  he  (he’s  a  merry  fellow,  always  full  ot  fun) ; 
‘  and  I  shall  hold  you  until  you  tell  me  what  you 
arc  thinking  about.' 
1  don’t  mind  telling  you  at  all.’  said  I.  ‘  I  was 
wondering  what  was  that  Just  opened  and  let  out 
a  lovel.v  butiei'fly.’ 
“  ‘Thill,’  said  tho  grape-vine,  (who  la  ever  so 
old,  yciir.-i  old,  and  knows  evcrytlilug  lliut  Is  to 
bo  known  about  a  garden)),  ‘that,  sweetest  of 
sweet  wee  blossoms,  was  a  ciit.erptlliir’s  coffin.’ 
“  ‘  A  eatcrplllar’H  cofliu!’  repealed  I,  In  great 
surprt.ic. 
“  ‘  Yes.  When  a  caU'rjflllar  gets  tired  of  being 
a  caterpillar  It  makes  for  Itself  a  collln,  and  Into 
I  hilt  coflln  It  goe..s  a  caterpillar  and  out  of  It  comes 
a  biiltorny.  Don’t  ask  mo  to  cx|»laln,  pinkest  of 
pink  buds.  1  c.tn’t.  though  I’ve  seen  It  done  over 
and  over  again.’ 
“  ‘  How  fuDb.v!’  said  I.  and  1  slipped  away  (loin 
the  tendril  that  was  holding  me. 
i  “‘You  sly  little  thing,’  said  the  gnipc-vlnc; 
I’ll  caU’h  you  again— .900  If  I  don’t— the  very  next 
time  you  aro  thinking.’ 
••  So,  though  It.  may  seem  absurd  and  ridiculous 
to  you  now,  vclvct-wtngcd  butterfly,  you  must 
have  onee  been  a  caterpillar.  But  I  suppose  sleep- 
'  Ing  W)  long  In  that  coflln,  as  the  grape-vine  culled 
It  (I’d  rather  call  It  a  eradlc),  has  made  you  forget 
I  all  about  the  day. s  you  had  no  wings  and  looked  as 
though  you  had  no  legs.’’ 
j  “  Well,”  said  the  butterfly,  unfolding  hls  wings 
I  ready  for  flight,  “  I  must  say.  If  all  the  caterpillars 
CROSS-WORD  ENIGMA.-No.  4 
My  llrsl  Is  In  found  but  not  lu  lost, 
My  second  Is  in  purchase  but  nol  In  cost; 
My  third  Is  lu  come  but  not  in  go, 
My  fouith  Is  In  bread  and  also  In  dough; 
My  ilft  h  is  lu  stool  but  not  lu  seat. 
My  sixth  18  m  corn  but  not  In  wheat; 
My  seventh  la  in  rain  but  not  In  snow, 
My  eighth  is  in  fast  but,  not  In  slow. 
My  whole  Is  a  village  In  the  western  part  of  New 
York. 
iW  Answer  in  two  weeks.  jessih  S.  IL 
The  wholo  story  of  human  life  Is  compressed  In¬ 
to  this  dainty  little  poem  by  Jean  Ingclow. 
Sweet  lu  childhood— childbo<.>cl’ti  over 
Kies  RTid  part, 
Sweet  is  >outu ;  but  .yoiilh’u  a  rover  - 
8o’»  my  heart. 
Sweet  1h  rent ,  but  by  all  BhowiDfr 
Toil  1h  uiirh. 
Wc  muBt  Ro.  AIbm  !  the  KOlnR. 
Say  “  Goiirl  by.” 
MAPLE  BUDS, 
No.  I -Teaching  not  Child’s  Play, 
“I  HAVE  got  through  with  arlilimctlc,  algebra, 
geography,  gniinmur  and  philosophy,"— why  II 
lalrly  takes  one’s  breath  l.o  think  what  a  prfKiigy 
it  Is-wrlLch  11  child  ol  twelve  years.  And  then 
she  aides  If  wc  do  not.  think  she  can  leaeli  school 
In  a  J'car  or  two.  If  the  liltle  girl  means  to  teach 
u  piihllo  school,  we  rfliould  answer  most  dcei'l'‘Ub  . 
—If  she  were  our  daughter,— “  Xo,  no." 
Nol  less  Uluii  seventeen  years sJiOuld  erov  n  lUc 
child’s  head  when  she  burdens  her  yomig  ;  Jioul- 
ders  wllh  Hie  lusponsJbllltte.s  and  cares  of  a 
teacher.  When  she  takes  upon  herself  the  honor 
—aud  an  honor  it  truly  is,  to  lieu  tcuchev,—  he 
inufct  make  up  her  iiiliid  to  inecssuni  labor;  ever 
1.0  be  at  her  post  through  storm  or  sunshine, 
through  summer’s  heat  and  winter’s  snow,  ‘•ihc 
•will  have  all  sorts  of  dispositions  with  which  to 
deal;  some  Uiat  will  bo  extremely  stubborn  and 
disagreeable  to  encounter,  iMth  Inside  and  ouUide 
of  the  school-room.  She  will  need  to  sip  largely 
from  JOB’S  fountain  of  patience;  and  although 
she  has  eaten  quite  heartily  from  the  Tree  of 
BIBLICAL  SQUARE-WORD.-No.  1 
KEEi  iNU  Birthuays.— It  Is  itot  generally  known 
that  the  good  eiistem  of  keeping  blrthd.iys  Istnany 
thousand  years  old.  It  Is  rcirordcd  in  tho  fortieth 
chapter  of  Genesis  and  Iwentleth  verse;  “Audit 
camo  topii.ss  the  third  day,  which  was  I’haraoh’s 
birthday,  Hiat  he  made  a  feast  unto  all  lUsser- 
viints." 
A  HAT  made  of  human  hair  was  recently  sent 
to  a  C  hilian  exhibition  by  a  Gu.itemala  woman, 
the  matcrtal  of  which  came  from  the  heads  of  her 
two  daughters.  HorCattrr  young  ladles  are  ex¬ 
pected  to  present  their  lovei's,  not  with  a  lock  of 
hair,  but  with  a  hat  of  hair. 
He  that  thinks  Iniiotient  pastime  foolish  has 
either  to  grow  wiser,  or  l.s  past  tho  ability  to  do 
so ;  and  wc  have  always  counted  It  an  impudent 
Action  that  playfulness  is  Inconsistent  with  great¬ 
ness.  Many  men  and  women  have  died  of  dignity. 
1.  A  DESOLATE  Valley.  2.  A  king  of  the  .\malek- 
llcs.  3.  A  village  of  Galileo.  4.  An  Arabian  name 
for  51ount  Slnul. 
tv  A  nswer  In  two  weeks.  Ibola. 
DECAPITATION. -No.  2 
Behead  a  stratum  and  obtain  a  hwly  of  water; 
an  anlmiil  and  leave  an  animal;  a  dividend  and 
leave  a  smiill  animal. 
rsT"  .Answer  In  two  weeks.  Paul  Boyton. 
PUZZLER  ANSWERS.— Jan,  29. 
Ii.i.CBTRATED  Rbbcs  NO.  4. — Accldents  will  hap- 
9U. 
Biblical  Enigma  No.  9.— Search  the  Scriptures. 
Charade  No.  1. — Miscellaneous. 
PezzLB  No.  1.— E. 
