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Wonderful Lakes. HE Western papers contain accounts of if Ii)l a wonderful lake, situated in the Cascade Mountains, about seventy - five miles f northeast from Jacksonville, Oregon, and which is said to rival the famous valley of Sinbad, the sailor. It is thought to average 2,000 feet down to the water, and leaving no beach. The depth of the water is unknown, and its surface is smooth and unruffled, and it lies so far below the surface of the moun tain that the air currents do not affect it. Its length is estimated at twelve miles, and its breadth at ten. No living man has been, and probably never will be, able to reach the water's edge. It lies silent, still, and mysterious, in the bosom of the “everlasting hills,” like a huge well, scooped out by the hands of the giant geni of the moun tain, in unknown ages gone by, and around it the primeval forests “watch and ward are keeping.” Almost, if not quite, as great a wonder is the “Walled Lake,” in Wright county, 10-wa. It is from two to three feet higher than the earth’s sur face around it, and enclosed by a wall ten feet high, fifteen feet wide at the bottom, and five at the top, made of stones weighing from three tons to one hundred pounds each. There is an abun dance of stones in Wright county, but surround ing the lake to the extent of five or ten miles there are none. No one knows how or by whom the wall was built. Around the lake is a belt of oak woodland, half a mile in width. With this excep tion the country is a rolling prairie. The trees, therefore, must have been placed there at the time of building the wall. In the spring of 1856 there was a great storm, and the ice on the lake broke the wall in several pdaces, and the farmers in the vicinity were obliged to repair the damages to prevent inundation. The lake occupies a grand surface of 2,800 acres, with a depth of water as great as twenty-five feet. The water is clear and cold; soil sandy and loamy. It is singular that no one has been able to ascertain where the water .comes from or where it goes to, yet it always re mains clear and fresh. Fields of Roses. vale of Cashmere has long been fa mous for its roses, but the most exten sive gardens of these flowers are in the neighborhood of Adrianople, where they are cultivated for the sake of their essen tial oil. These rose gardens are said to cover as much as fourteen thousand acres of ground, and they give employment to most of the people of the district. The flowers are picked principally in the months of May and June, and the oil is extracted from them by distillation. The leaves, after being deprived of the greater portion of their oil, are used for making rose-water. It is said that very little, if any, perfectly pure otto of roses ever reaches the foreign markets, as the merchants of Constantinople and Smyrna, from which it is shipped, adulterate it with less costly oils. “Dan,” said a little four-year old, “give me a sixpence to buy a monkey.” “ IV e’ve got one monkey in the house now,” replied the elder brother. “ Who is it, Dan?” asked the little fellow. “ lou,” was the reply. ‘ then give me sixpence to buy the monkey some nuts.” * Dan “shelled out” immediately. BURKE’S WEEKLY. U Written for Burke’s Weekly. The Little Giri and .the Bird. b* You have nice milk and bread, | “But, I tell you what, Birdie, Clarksville , Ga. E. P. M. Corrections. /Qjp)N the answers to Puzzles, in our last num raL) her, several errors occurred —one a mistake jJ[j of the printer, the others the result of care. ?lessness and haste. In the answer to No. 55, the words “ seventy-one sheep ” were written “ twenty-one .” The last two an swers would never have been printed as correct if we had taken the time to look at them carefully. In the first one the number of animals adds up only sixty-two, in the latter twenty-seven , when the total should have been one hundred animals for SIOO. We will try to look a little closer in future. day Freddy's little sister Carrie, hear ing her mother talking* about a name for anew little baby-brother that had been given to them a short time before, said: “Mamma, why don't you name him Hallowed? It says in my prayer, Hallowed be-Thy name ?” Lost and Found. LITTLE girl belonging to Mr. J. Poach, /nyV of Albany, New_York, was stolen by a band of gipsies, who pitched their tents fnear that city some~t-wo years ago. All attempts to recover her at the time were fruitless. A few days since the same band took up their residence near Tivoli Hollow, where a boy who knew the lost child saw and recognized her. He at once gave information, and the child wag re covered and restored again to its parents. We are told that a man in Wales actually wheeled his wife in a wheel-barrow to the holy well of St. Winifred, a distance of two hundred miles, in order to have her cured of rheumatism by the sacred waters. ■ <+»»» Happy will he be who lays up in his youth a genuine and passionate love of reading. 77