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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. —— Words, at the touch of the poet, blos som into poems. +** — —- Diligence is the mother of good luck. 85