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Tlie Smalle ;t Man Living. j i mi sfi 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 •*-»♦ are constantly receiving orders from subscribers for back numbers of the kAzZn Weekly, to supply the place of those which have been lost or torn. In all cos such cases, the price of the numbers wanted should be enclosed with the or ,er ‘ e are always ready to send, without charge, duplicates ot numbers which have miscarried, and ne ' ei reached subscribers, but our little friends w |ll see that we cannot be responsible for numbers w ich have been lost or worn out Names may be added to clubs at any time ur ingthe year, at the regular club rates. 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. 125