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BURKE’S WEEKLY
FOR BOYS AND GIRLS.
MACON, Ga.,NOV. 16, 1867.
Contents of No. 20.
The Walk, by Mrs. Ford—original Page 153
Poetry—Gather Them In L 4
Jack Dobell; or. A Boy’s Adventures in Texas
Chapter Xlll—with an illustration—original 154
Editorial— Quarterly Tarts; Marooncrs Island;
Magic Square; The Early Dead; Little Ma
riana Cross; Another Little Contributor; “In
Mischief,” with a beautiful illustration 156-157
From the Land of Flowers YQ
Table Mountain, S. C.—illustrated 157
Poetry—Belle at the Study 158
Beauty and the Beast, by Mrs. E. P. M.— original.. 158
Mary Grey’s Disappointment—original 159
The Crooked Tree 159
Our Chimney Corner— illustrated 160
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Marooner’s Island.
We are again compelled to omit the continua
tion of Mr. GjDulding's story, in consequence of
the non-arrival of our usual supply of copy. We
hope to receive it in time for our next issue.
Magic Square.
JfJ l(i r E republish the following Magic
CtM'J taken from page 50 of Townes Inter
mediate Arithmetic, by special request.
eVHj When added in lines, or columns, or
from corner to corner, the sum is al
ways 24,150. We are authorized to pre
sent any pupil who is now, or may hereafter be
come, a subscriber to Burke’s Weekly, with a
complete set of Townes Arithmetics, (three vol
umes,) and Towne's Algebra, provided he will
send us, within six months, an intelligible account
of the manner of constructing the Square, as dis
covered by himself. We do not limit the pupil to
any particular age. The explanation must be
such as will enable the reader to construct the
Square without referring to the one already made:
2016; 4212; 1656: 3852; 1296; 3492; 936; 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; 1401; 3204; 1044; 2844
2880; 720; 2520; 360; 2160; 4356; 1800; 3 300; 1440; 3240; 1080
1116; 2916; 756; 2556; 396; 2196; 3996; 1836; 36.36; 1476; 3276
3312; 1152; 2952; 792; 2-592; 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; 861; 3060; 504; 2700; 144; 2310; 4140
4176; 1620; 3816; 1260; 3456; 900; 3096; 540; 2736; 180; 2376
He that sips of many arts drinks
of none.
B TJ RKE ’ S WE E KEY.
From the “ Land of Flowers.”
Wacaiioota, Marion County, Ida.
To the Young Headers of the Weekly :
My Dear Young Friends: You have all
heard and read a great deal of Florida, “the
Land of Flowers,” and no doubt fancy it a very
delightful country. It is indeed possessed of ma
ny novel and beautiful features, which a™ pecu
liar to it, and which render it very interesting to
the lovers of Nature. In the first place the tem
perature of the climate is most, delightful. \\ e
have no very cold weather in winter. Indeed,
some little boys and girls, in Florida, have never
seen snow or ice ; and in summer we are fanned
by the delightful breezes from the Gulf of Mex
ico, so that the air through day and night, is al
ways cool and refreshing. Then the luxuriant
Orange groves, which are scattered around us,
filling in spring, the air for miles, with the lich
spicy fragrance of their snowy blossoms, and in
winter bending beneath their wealth of golden
fruit, and affording a luscious feast to the visitors
who then throng their fairy-like bowers. In some
places, beautiful lakes, literally teeming with the
finest fish, are embosomed in these lovely groves,
and are the favorite resorts of pleasure parties.
Every variety of the orange, lemon, lime and
citron, flourish here. Around almost every
dwelling we see clusters of the bananna waving
their large feathery leaves in tropical splendor.
Sugar cane, pineapples, indeed, almost every pro
duction peculiar to the W est Indies, may be suc
cessfully cultivated here. And, oh! tbe' noble
hammocks ! how delightful to wander amid their
green and silent shades,Hie luxuriant vines clus
tering overhead, and the long mossy tresses of the
“ brave old oaks,” waving like gray banners in
solemn grandeur, and altogether forming a scene
of holy quiet and loveliness, lifting the heart from
“ Nature up to Nature's God,” and causing us to
exclaim :
“ If so much loveliness is sent,
To cheer our earthly home,
How very, vary beautiful
Must be the world to come.”
And the flowers ! Even in January, the woods
are glowing with the purple violet, the “modest
wee tipped daisy,” the yellow butter-cup, and the
star-drop, a lovely little flower peculiar to Florida,
which in some places lie like a fall of snow upon
the ground, so abundant are its starry, white
blooms. A little later and we have the magnolia,
the monarch of the Florida forests, with its glossy
leaves and large cups of ivory whiteness, scatter
ing their rich fragrance far and near, and as you
ride or walk abroad in the morning or evening,
tbe atmosphore all the year round is redolent with
the balmy scent of the wild vanilla, one of Na
ture’s most exquisite perfumes ! And it is im
possible for one who has never seen it, to form an
idea of the perfection of growth and bloom to
which the oleander attains ; and so common is it
that almost every dwelling, however humble, is
adorned with its aristocratic beauty.
But it is in autumn that Nature decks herself in
every form of grace and variety of coloring, and
the woods are like a gorgeous flower garden !
But of its wide and lovely prairies, its clear, crys
tal springs with their steep, rocky walls, surround
ed by those solemn and silent forest shades, and
into whose transparent depths we may gaze as
into illimitable space, while the thought, “my
Father made them all!” causes the full tide to
well over in our hearts, as we exclaim :
“ This world of ours, if free from sin,
Oh, would it not be fair?
Sunshine above and flowers beneath,
And beauty everywhere !”
A description of all these, with its animals, rep
tiles, insects, and some thrilling incidents con
nected with them, I must reserve for another
letter.
With sincere wishes for your happiness, and the
prosperity of our little favorite, the Weekly , i n
which I know you all most cordially join, I am,
dear young friends,
Yours, very truly,
Mrs. F. M. P. C.
♦©> ——-
The Early Dead.
are no where in the Bible, words
,| |sl) more beautiful or more full of comfort,
an th° se spoken by our Saviour, when
He said: “Suffer little children to
come unto me, and forbid them not; for
of such is the kingdom of Heaven.”
What a blessed place that must be whose inhabi
tants are all pure, and good, and beautiful in
mind and body, like little children And yet it
is hard to give them up, even though we know
that they go to swell the angel choir around the
throne of God. We suppose that there is scarce
ly a little reader of our Weekly, who lias not
looked upon the cold, still face of some little dead
brother or sister, and wondered why the good God
should have taken away one they loved so well.
Since we last addressed our little readers we have
stood by the side of a little angel, robed for the
grave, and looking so beautiful in death, that it
seemed like a pity to put her away in the cold, un
feeling tomb. But though we looked upon her
body, her little spirit had already winged its way
to Heaven, and was safely nestled in the Savior’s
bosom. Sweet little Carrie! We shall never
again see her bright little face, or hear her merry
laugh, in this world, but we hope to meet her,
and all of our little readers, in that “ better coun
try,” when the toils, and trials, and sorrows of
this world are over.
Here are some beautiful lines, which arc so ap
propriate to this subject, that we are tempted to
copy them :
THE EARLY DEAD.
“ They go, a fresh anil beautiful band,
To the sunny sky of the “Spirit Land; ’
To the music of an angel choir,
They hymn their joys on a golden lyre,
Gladly, ah gladly they soar away,
Asa bird uncaged, or a child at play.
“ They go, while the rainbow of hope is fair,
Its arch unbroken by sin or care ;
While the rosy tint of life’s young glow,
Is as bright as a sunbeam on beds of snow;
And they pass as gently, as softly on,
As the snow-flake melting, ’till all are gone.
“ They go, while untouched by the opening
Which withering Time on the old hath cast;
While fancy paints the amethyst hue ;
With the diamond glittering and blending throws
As tlie nightly host in their mildest beam,
Or th’ impassioned trust of the lover s dream.
“ They go where the tendrils of love entwine .
Round the heart, untouched by the wintrj vm •
While the Spring hath naught in its eaib 1 001 1
Eor its lovely ones of despair or gloom ;
While each balmy urn on the flowering sti ant,
Sends forth rich odours through all the lam .
“They go —and why should they linger h< re,
Out-living all gifts that are sweet and dear;
’Till the crystal drop of the morning flies,
And life’s fair stream at the fountain dries
Ah 1 mourn for things that to Earth arc mee,
lint not, ah, mourn not, “ The Early Dead!