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156 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 Postage on the “Weekly.” The postage on the Weekly, when paid quarterly or yearly, at the office of delivery, is five cents a quarter, or twenty cents a year. Quarterly Parts. SEVERAL inquiries having been made with reference to our Quarterly parts, we ? repeat, for the iuformation of those who have written to us, and others, that all Qy yearly subscribers, whether sent singly a) or in clubs, will receive the Quarterly, stitched in a handsome cover, in place of the first thirteen pumbers of the paper. Subscribers sent on premium lists, will receive the Quarterly the same as others, provided their subscriptions are for a year. 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!