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Tlie Smalle ;t Man Living.
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DECKER, whose portrait we
give above, is probably the smallest man
< now living. He is a native of Mississip
pi, but removed to Memphis at the age
co# often years, where he has been employ-
ed for some years past in selling news
papers. He is now about nineteen years old, and
only thirty-six inches in height. He is well known
in Memphis for his smartness and intelligence.
Mathematical.
following Magic Square is taken
I |yv from page 56 of Towne's Intermediate
Arithmetic. When added in lines, or
columns, or from corner to corner, the
SpJ sum is always 24,156. We are author-
Ql ized to present any pupil who is now, or
may hereafter become, a subscriber to Euuke’s
Weekly with a complete set of Towne''s Arithme
tics, (three volumes,) and Towne's Algebra , pro
vided he will send us, within six months, an in
telligible account of the manner of constructing
the Square, as discovered by himself. We do not
limit the pupil to any particular age. The ex
planation must be such as will enable the reader
to construct the Square without referring to the
one already made :
2010; 4212; 1656; 3852; 1296; 3492; 996; 3132; 576; 2772; 216
252; 2052; 4248; 1692; 3888; 1332; 3528; 972; 3168; 612; 2412
2448; 288; 2088; 4284; 1728; 3924; 1368; 3564; 1008; 2808; 648
684; 2484; 324; 2124; 4320; 1764; 3960; 1404; 3204; 1044; 2844
2SSO; 720: 2520; 360; 2160; 4356; 1800; 3600; 1440; 3240; 1080
1116; 2916; 756; 2556; 396; 2196; 3996; 1836; 3636; 1476; 3276
3312; 1152; 2952; 792; 2592; 36; 2232; 4032; 1872; 3672; 1512
1548; 3348; 1188; 2988; 432; 2628; 72; 2268; 4068; 1908; 3708
3744; 1584; 3384; 828; 3024; 468; 2664; 108; 2304; 4104; 1944
1980; 3780; 1224; 3420; 864; 3060; 504; 2700; 144; 2540; 4140
4170; 1620; 3816; 1260; 3456; 900; 3096; 540; 2736; ISO; 2376
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BUEKE’S WEEKLY.
Written for Burke’s Weekly.
HISTORICAL SKETCH.
f ] N the hamlet of Domremy, near Yan
couleur’s, in Champagne, a group of
YYO young peasant girls, dressed in their
best clothes, were one summer after-
Cs noon proceeding merrily along to a
pleasant spot, where they anticipated a
gay time, dancing and playing games.
“ Hut where is Joan ?” exclaimed one of
them. “She half promised to come with
us this afternoon. It is too bad in her,
never to join in our sports.”
“Oh, I know where she is,” said an
other; “ I saw her just as we started.
She has gone to the fairy tree; you know
she goes there almost every afternoon at
sunset. She sa} T s the saints come to meet
her there, and she has beautiful visions.”
“Well, let us go there,” said the first
speaker, “and see if we cannot persuade
her to join us.”
“ Oh, no,” was the reply, “we will be
too late; and, besides, I know she would
rather have one of her visions, as she calls
them, than all the dances in the world.”
And so the'gay throng proceeded to their
destination.
“In the neighborhood of the hamlet
stood a venerable beech tree called by the
graceful titles of ‘The Tree of the La
dies,’ ‘The Beauty of May,’ and ‘The
Fairy Tree.’ In earlier and better days,
fairies used to resort to it, sporting with
armed knights in its shade, but now it
was rarely, and only to the most virtuous
of mortals, that they deigned to appear.
A spring broke out near the tree, whose
qualities were medicinal, and which the
fairies, in spite of the prevalence of vice,
had not destroyed.”*
The sun was setting, but a few of the
rays lingered lovingly on “The Fairy
Tree,” and tinged its leaves with gold,
and one stray beam, piercing the thick
foliage, rested on the up-turned face of a
young girl. Though dressed in coarse
peasants garb, her whole air and figure
appeared of a superior order, and her
thoughts were evidently not of earth, for
her looks were heavenward, and wore an
expression of joyful enthusiasm. Her lips
moved occasionally, and then again she
appeared to be listening breathlessly to
the revelations of her unseen visitants.
She was evidently holding converse with
Saint Margaret and Saint Catherine, who
she believed appeared to her in her vis
ions.
It was this young girl who afterwards
occasioned the raising of the siege of
* From the work of Mons. Lebrun de Charmettis re
viewed in the “ Universal Review,” of 1825.
Orleans, and thus became the means of
separating finally the English and French
monarchies. Her fame has been celebra
ted by poets and historians. The most
beautiful poem that has been written
about her is the “Jungfrau von Orleans,”
by the German poet, Schiller. The Eng
lish poet, Southey, has also sung the
praises of Joan of Arc, the Maid of Or
leans. E. P. M.
Acoa, Habersham Co s., Ga.
The Sabbath a Loving Day.
I suppose one reason
4*l why they call the Sabbath a holy
day is because it is such a loving
da y,” a little boy as he stood
tfei by his father’s side, and looked
up into his mother’s face.
“ Why, is not every day a loving day ?”
asked his mother. “I love father, and
father loves me, and we both love you
and baby, every day, as well as Sunday.”
“ Well, but you have no time to tell us
so on week days,” said the little boy.—
“You have to work, and father has to go
off early to his work, and he is too tired
when lie comes home; but on Sunday he
takes me on his knee, and tells me Bible
stoiies, and we go to God’s house togeth
er, and O, it is such a loving day !”
“ Yes, my child,” said the father, “it is
a holy, loving day. God gave it to us in
love, that tired men might rest from their
hard work, and fathers, who see but little
of their children on other days, might
teach them and enjoy them on that day.
God is love, and Jesus Christ is love, and
the Sabbath is a gift of love.”
Forgiveness.
A beautiful gem of Oriental literature
is quoted by Sir William Jones from the
Persian poet, Said :
The sandal tree perfumes when riven,
The axe that laid it low;
Let man who hones to be forgiven,
Forgive and bless his foe.
To Master your Temper.
tN Italian bishop, who had endured
much persecution, was asked how
he attained such a mastery over
D'tJ his temper.
eJjj “By making good use of my
eyes,” said he. “I first look up
to heaven, where I am going to live for
ever. I next look down upon the earth,
and consider how small a space of it will
soon be all that I occupy or want. I then
look around me and think how many are
far more wretched than I am.
Heaven is the dwelling place of
God, and His presence is its glory.—
Bishop Cummings.
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