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Scriptural Questions.
following come to us from a little
in Glennville. Ala. The initials of
■tjK) the different answers form the name of
one of the most delightful books in the
) English language. How many of our
little readers will send us correct an
swers within the next two weeks ?
Ist. What was the name of the place where
Jesus was led to be clothed for his crucifixion ?
2d. By what other name was Christ called by
the Jews ?
3d. From what place were the cedars and fir
trees brought to build the tabernacle ?
4th. What was the name of the place- where
Jesus was crucified ?
sth. Who concealed the spies who were sent to
view the land of Canaan ?
6th. Who foretold the death of Ilczekiah ?
7th. Who drove the wicked one out of heaven ?
Bth. Whose army was smitten with a pestilence,
on its way to besiege J erusalem ?
9th. What did Jacob call {lie place where he
saw God face to face ? j
10th. What son of Solomon forsook the coun
sel of the old and wise men, and took in prefer
ence the wicked counsel of the young men ?
11th. Which one of the two princes, after the
fall of the Midianites, was slain upon the rock of
Oreb?
12th. Who, with three hundred men, put to
flight the great host of the Midianites ?
13th. Who was the eldest son of Israel ?
14th. By what name was the valley called from
which the spies brought the grapes to show unto
the Israelites ?
15th. Who was made to bear the cross of
Christ to the place of his crucifixion ?
16th. Where did God choose to sot His name
after the Israelites had come into the land of
Canaan ?
To Correspondents.
G. H. D., Steam Mill, Ga. —“Burke’s Cate
chism for Little Folks” is what you want. The
price is fifty cents per dozen. The puzzle you
send is rather too old for publication. Try again.
M. C. & F. C. —One of your enigmas is on file
for publication ; the other being entirely personal ,
is respectfully declined.
Annie Z. —Your charades, etc., are accepted,
and will be published as we find room for them.
We are crowded just now with riddles, enigmas,
etc., and our little friends will have to exercise
some patience. Contributions from the following
are accepted, and will appear as fast as possible :
N. T. 11., J. G. P., 11. G. G., W. W., A. P. W.,
W. G. G., A. S. E., “Meta,” J. William W.,
George T. P., W. N. A., C. A. G.
J. F. P., Blakely, Ga. —By reference to our
last issue, you will see that we “acknowledged
the corn ” before your letter came to hand. We
will try to look closer another time.
II- F. 11., Savannah, Ga. —Some of your con
tributions to “Our Chimney Corner” are ac
cepted, and will be published in their turn. We
can still supply back numbers from the first.
Miss E. B. TL, Fort Valley—Your answers are
all correct. You will see that we made the proper
corrections of the answer to No. 55, in our last.
We believe the wren, like most other birds, has a
note of its cqvn. “Trilling forth a tune” must
bo looked upon as a poetic license.
BITRK E’ S WEE KE Y
Written for Burke’s Weekly.
A Ride in the Country*
HP] Spring holidays had
arrived, and Harry and
sister Grace
were delighted at the
Mjga prospect of a visit to
m their aunt, in the country, which
their papa had promised them as a
reward for their good behavior.
It was a bright morning in April,
when their father’s buggy, drawn by the
faithful old family horse, was driven up
to the door. Their aunt lived about fif
teen miles from the town where Mr. An
derson, the father of Harry and Grace,
resided, and, as they were in no hurry,
their mamma had promised them that
they should have a lunch to carry with
them, and spend the middle of the day
at a spring a little more than half-way
on their journey, so that they could reach
their aunt’s in the cool of the evening.
So a well-filled basket of provisions was
put under the seat of the buggy, and
when everything was ready, the children
climbed into the buggy, their father took
his place, and after bidding all good-bye,
they set off on their journey.
It was a delightful morning. The sun
shone brightly, the birds sang, and the
wild flowers filled the air with their sweet
perfume. ISTcver were children so de
lighted. They asked a hundred questions
about all they saw, they sang their little
Sunday-school hymns, and their papa
told them several pretty stories to while
away the time.
At one o’clock they reached the spring,
and stopped under a wide-spreading live
oak, to take their lunch. Harry called
it a marooning excursion, because they
were to dine and spend the day in the
country. Wo need not tell our little
Southern readers what a maroon is. fhej
all know that it is another name for pic
nic.
After their father had taken the horse
from the buggy, he lilted the basket fioni
its place under the seat, and Grace began
to prepare for their mid-day meal. She
tirst spread a small carpet on the ground
tor the party to sit on. She then spread
on the centre of this carpet a large nap
kin, to serve for a table cloth. The con
tents of the basket, consisting of cold
ham, a roast chicken, and plenty of nice
fresh bread and butter, was then placed
on the “table cloth,” and all hands set to
work to despatch the good things.
The children declared that they had
never had a nicer meal, or been in a bet
ter condition to enjoy it. The truth is,
their morning’s ride had furnished them
with a most excellent appetite, and they
were so hungry that they would have
made a hearty meal on much poorer
fare. “ Papa,” said little Grace, “ I think
this is much nicer than eating in-doors,
such beautiful weather. This old oak is
the roof of our house, with its curtains
of grey moss, and the birds are our musi
cians.”
While they were eating their dinner, a
pretty little grey squirrel skipped across
the road, a short distance from them, and
ran up a tree very near the one they
were dining under. Finding that he was,
not disturbed, after a little while he cau
tiously crept down the trunk of the tree,
and peeped at his strange visitors, as if
he wished to know what they were doing
so near his residence.
_ln the cool of the evening, the old
horse was again harnessed into the bug
gy, the basket and carpet replaced under
the seat, and the children prepared to
mount again to their places. Before
doing so, however, Grace scattered the
crumbs from thp napkin on the ground,
for the squirrel and the little birds, to
repay them for having entertained them
so pleasantly during their stay under the
old oak tree.
A pleasant drive of six miles brought
them safely to tlieir aunt’s, who gave
them a most cordial welcome, a nico sup
per of bread and butter and fresh milk,
after which they were glad to retire to
their beds, where they slept soundly all
night, and where we must leave tliefn for
the present.
There is no perplexity, no necessity, no
obligation, no expediency, which should
either enforce or persuade us to sin.
Death is only death as viewed from the
earthly side; as viewed from the heaven
ly side, it is birth.
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Words, at the touch of the poet, blos
som into poems.
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Diligence is the mother of good luck.
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