We propone in thin Department, to
furnish our young readers with some
thing to interest, instruct and amuse
them. In this number we give them a
fairy tale, with a clever moral, and also
a few enigmas and riddles, which we
hope they will try to solve and send us
the answers. We shall be pleased to hear
from them, if they havo anything to
contribute to this department, and they
may rest assured that if what they send
is suitable for publication, it will find a
place here. We want them all to be
good boys and girls, and to take an
interest in each other’s instruction and
amusement. It will be a pleasant, and,
wo believe, a profitable recreation tor
them, which they ought to adopt.
From our Young Folks.
The Little 3lnid.
PT MRS. AHNIH M. WUIXS.
WTic-u 1 was a little maid,
I waited on myself ;
I washed my mother's teacup*.
And eet them on the aholf.
I had a little garden
Most beautiful to see ;
I wished that I had somebody,
To play in it with me.
Nurse was in mamma's room :
I knew her by her cap ;
She held a lovely baby boy
Asleep upon her lap.
As soon as be could learn to walk,
I led him by my side—
My brother and my playfellow—
Until the day he diod 1
Now I am an old maid,
I wait upon myself;
I only wipe one teacup,
And set it on the shelf.
Enigma. —l am composed of 16 letters :
My Ist, 2d and 9th is used by base
My 12th, 11th, 9th and lOthis a boy’s
name much used in New England.
My 9th, llth and 14th is a number.
My 15th, 7th and llth is a part of the
My 3d, sth, 2d and 15th is what every
boy and girl should bo.
My 12th, 7th and 13th is a French
My 16th, 13th and llth is an instru
ment of agriculture.
My Bth, 7th, 6th and 9th is a strong
ly fortified place.
My 10th, 2d, 6th and sth is a small
My whole should be in the house of
every good and true-hearted Southerner.
Answer next week.
A FAIRY TALE.
1 bad once a young friend who was an
excellent little boy, but he had several
small but very troublesome bad habits.
One of those habits was leaving every
door open. Another was stamping on
the stairs. Another was waking up the
baby. Another was forgetting what
mamma told him to do, or not to do. An
other was fretting whenever things did
not run smoothly.
Now just imagine what lecturing, and
reproving, and fault-finding there must
have been in a house with a little boy
and all these bad habits. My young
friend felt that he was a very miserable
little boy indeed; as often ns six times a
day ; and though ho did not think about
giving up any of these bad habits, he
thought that people were very disagreea
ble to make him so much tiouble about
them, and often wished that he could live
in a place where there was no fault-finding
and no scolding.
One morning he woke up bright and
early, and lay thinking in his bed. The
night before he had fallen into deep dis
grace, and his mamma had not kissed
him when she said good night. Naturally,
ho remembered this first in the morning;
but while he thought it over, something
very strange* happened ; for, looking up,
what should lie see but a little man sitting
astride of the bedpost, who looked as if he
was made out of solid gold, and who
smoked a small pi llc that looked like solid
gold also !
2 TV hat is your name?” asked our boy.
“ Ni t petetueket !” answered the little
man, pulling at his pipe.
“ And where do you come from ?” asked
my young Fiend.
‘‘From a country where everybody
does as he likes, and nobody scolds,” an
swered Nippetetucket. “ Should you like
to go there V’
“ 1 think I should,” cried the boy, jump
ing up and hurrying on his clothes, lest
any one should wake up and stop him.
When he was dressed, Nippetetucket
motioned to the boy to follow him to the
roof, and in some way they stepped from
the roof right into a country that the boy
had never seen before, but which was cer
tainly very beautiful. Here they walked
along very well together, till, of a sudden,
Nippetetucket gave our young friend a
tremendous box on the ear.
“What is that for?” asked the boy,
“ O, nothing,” said Nippetetucket. “ It
is only a way I have ; a habit of mine. I
like to see how astonished people will
look. Everybody does as he likes bore,
“ I should think it was a very bad wav,”
muttered the boy, and walked on sulky
enough, till Nippetetucket proposed a
breakfast, and taking out a little stove, a
cook, and pots and pans, all looking like
himself, as if made of gold, he set them
on tho grass.
“ What would you like for breakfast ?
You can have anything you like,” said
Our boy thought a moment, and said
that he should like hot rolls and poached
eggs. Then the cook made up a fire and
put on her pots and pans, and set out a
little table for the two. But instead of
saying hot rolls and poached eggs when
the cook asked what he would have, Nip
petetucket said biscuit and sausages.
“No, no!” said our boy. “I did not
say that ”
“ Sure enough !” returned Nippete
tucket. “ That is boo bad, for we can
only give one order to our cook. But
you see I have a habit of forgetting.”
“ Avery bad habit, I think,” said the
boy. “ You ought to try and do better.”
“ 0, we do as we like here.” said Nip
Just then a little bird began to sing de
lightfully. Our boy had never heard
such music in his life, aud he almost for
got that he could not eat the hard biscuit
But in the very middle of the lovely
song, Nippetetucket began to fret and
“ 0 dear, 1 have burned my tongue !
The coffee was too hot ! O dear. 0
“Do be still,” said the boy, “and let
me hear the bird. What is the use oi
scolding and fretting ? It wont help
“ I have a habit of fretting and scold
ing. What right have you to interfere
with my habits in a country where every
one does as he likes '( I don’t care for the
bird. I have heard him before. 0 dear,
() dear. I have burned my tongue !”
In short he made it impossible for the
boy to hear the wonderful bird at all.
Worn out with so many vexations our boy
laid himself down to sleep awhile, and had
just commenced a charming dream, when
he was waked in a fright by a horrible
noise; and jumping up, found that Nip
petetucket was beating in a dreadful way
on a drum.
“ I should think you could let me sleep
half an hour, at least;” exclaimed the boy,
“ 0,” said Nippetetucket, “I always
want to beat my drum when I see people
asleep. I think it is fun. It is a habit
“ Then,” said the boy, “I think it is a
pity that nobody will break you ot your
bad habits, for they make you the most
disagreeable person I ever saw.”
“ if that’s your opinion,” answered Nip
petetucket, “you had better go back to
your own* country.”
And in the twinkling of an eye our
boy found himself back in his bed, and
very glad he was to get there.
Old Time Winters. —In 1 064, the
cold was so intense that the Thames was
covered with ice sixtv-one inches thick.
Almost all the birds perished.
In 1691 the cold was so excessive that
tho famished wolves entered \ iennaand
attacked beasts, and oven men. Many
people in Germany were frozen to death
in 1295, and the winters of 1690 and
1699 were nearly as bud
In 1709 occurred that famous winter,
called, bv distinction, “the cold winter”
All the rivers and lakes were frozen,
and even the sea tor several miles froYn
the shore. The ground was iH'zen nine
feet deep. Birds and beasts were struck
dead in the fields, and men p< risked by
thousands in their houses. In the South
of France the wine plantations were al
most all destroyed, nor have they yet
recovered from that fatal disaster. The
Adriatic Sea was frozen, and even the
Mediterranean, about Genoa, and the
citron and orange groves suffered ex
tremely in the finest parts of Italy.
In 174-6 the winter was so intense that
people travelled across the Straits from
Copenhagen to the Province of Sonia, in
In 1729, in Scotland, multitudes of cattle
and sheep were buried alive in the snow.
Min® of uraa soras.
In 1740 the winter wau scarcely infe
rior to that of 1709. The snow lay ten
feet iu Spain and Portugal. The Zuyder
Zee wsh frozen over, and thousands of
people went over it. And the lakes in
In 1744 the winter was very cold.
Snow fell in Portugal to the depth of
twenty-three feet on a level.
In 17f>4 and ’55 the winters were
very severe and cold. In England the
strongest, ale, exposed to the air in a
glass, was covered in fifteen minutes
with ice one-eighth of an inch thick.
In 1771 the Elbe was frozen to the
In 1776 the Danube bore ice five feet,
below Vienna. Vast numbers of the
feathered and finny tribes perished.
The winters of 1784 and 1785 were
uncommonly cold. The Little Belt was
From 1800 to 1812, also, the winters
were remarkably cold, particularly the
latter, in Russia, which proved so disas
trous to the French army.
THE ABBE TURGIS.
The New Orleans papers lament the
loss of the Abbe Turgis, who died on the
2d instant, of cancer of the stomach.
The following sketch of his life is trans
lated from the Bee:
“ Isidore Francois Turgis was born
at Caranply, Canton of Marigny, Depart
ment of La Manche, in France. He was
63 years of age, and had spent 38 years
in the ministry. Endowed with great
energy, he had always sought opportuni
ties for the exercise of his zeal and activi
ty. He had been Chaplain in the French
navy and army, and made the campaigns
of the Crimea, of Italy, and of Cochin
China. He arrived in Louisiana about
1860 and became Vicar of the Cathedral.
“In 1862, when the Orleans Guards,
responding to the appeal of Gen Beau
regard, set out for Corinth, Father Tur
gisjoined them as Chaplain, and was
present at the battles of Shiloh and
Farmington. Returning with them to
the city at the expiration of the ninety
days of their engagement, lie went to
rejoin them at Camp Moore, after the
capture of the city; and when the re
mains of t he battalion were incorporated
into the Thirtieth Louisiana Regiment,
he became Chaplain of that regiment,
and never left it until the termination of
the war. He was wounded in the head
before Atlanta. The survivors of the
39th Regiment, so cruelly thinned by
the war, can attest with what courage
he went upon the field of battle, braving
shot and shell, to relieve the wounded
and administer to the dying', and with
what zeal ho took care of the sick.
“ Some time after his return from Ihe
war, Father Turgis was appointed Curate
of the Mortuary Chapel on Rampart
street. He was director of the Southern
Hospital for Invalid Soldiers, Adminis
trator of the Asylum for Widows and
Orphans of Louisiana Soldiers, and was
moreover devoting his time to another
charitable institution, The Asylum of
the Good Shepherd. Never was an exis
tence better filled up.
“ Rut why should we dwell upon what
everybody knows ? Our pen would
not be able to render to this good man
the justice that is his due. His memo
ry will remain engraved upon the hearts
of all whom he has aided or consoled,
and his name will long be cited in this
city as a symbol of disinterestedness and
The following extracts are from an
article in the Crescent :
“ His services in promoting discipline
and good behavior were appreciated by
all the commanders of that army.—
Neither the Guards nor Col. Breaux’s
regiment ever went into battle that he
was not with them, and no soldier was
oftener under fire, for in the hottest of
the battle he was to be seen going over
the field, staunching wounds and pour
ing the consolations of religion into the
ears of the dying. In performing these
works of charity he knew no enemy.
The Federal, as well as the Confederate,
received his attention, and, on one occa
sion, at the battle of Shiloh, he nearly
lost his life while attending a Federal
officer mortally wounded. A soldier of
the same army as the officer, was in the
act of aiming at him with his rifle, when
the wretch was shot down by a soldier
in the eruards, who perceived the das
tard's purpose in time to prevent its
execution. It would take columns to
tell the many interesting anecdotes re
lated of the beloved chaplain, illustrative
of his tender sympathy lor a soldier, his
devotion, his self-denial and his courage,
lout we have space only for a few.
At the desperate battle in which the
gallant Lieutenant Colonel Tom shields,
then in command of the 30tii, fell with
so many other officers and men of the
regiment, Father Turgis was severely
wounded in the head, but he refused to
leave the field and kept on, us was his
wont on eve.ry battlefield, going from
one wounded man to another to see what
he could do for their bodily good or
At another battle he was, under a
terrible fire of grape, canister and mus
ketry, bearing from the field a wounded
Federal seldier, when a grapeshot passed
through the man’s body and killed him
iu the Father’s arms. On this and other
occasions friends remonstrated with him
against exposing himself so much.—
Sometimes he would tell them playfully
that no bullet would hurt him, and again,
upon being more urgently persuaded,
he would promise to be more prudent,
but on the next battlefield he would
be again in the midst of the strife, calm
ly engaged in works of mercy and seem
ingly unconscious of danger.
He accompanied the army when Gen.
Hood advanced upon Nashville, and in
the retreat the venerable priest, then in
his sixtieth year, again and again turned
his horse over to footsore and wearied
soldiers, and poorly shod and thinly
clad as he was himself, he would walk
with the column all day, through mud
and wet and cold.
His trunk, containing clothing and a
few valuables, he left iu charge of a
gentleman from New Orleans then in
Mobile. Under the instructions of the
Father, this gentleman sold the articles
one by one to afford him the means of
getting medicines for the soldiers, and
otherwise relieving them. At last nothing
remained but a gold snuff box, prized as
the gift of friends in New Orleans.
That too had to go to enable him to help
some distressed soldiers. Such was his
indifference to his own comfort or even
to his necessities, that he had given
away every garment he had but the
clothes on his back, and without a blan
ket to sleep under. A member of the
Louisiana Relief Association in Mobile
was apprised ol the Father’s destitution,
applied for relief for him, and received
three hundred dollars, but the Father
would not take a dollar of it more than
would suffice to buy him a single blan
ket. “ Give the rest,” said he, “to
those who want it more than [ do.”
Punch’s Almanac. —The Times , first
printed by steam, 1814, and has kept
the country in hot water ever since.
Hr. Johnson ended his life, 1784, which
a man of tiie name of Boswsll had made
frequents attempts upon.
Fort Niagara taken, 1756, but the
Falls escape, from the rapidity with
which they run.
Battle of Corunna, 1809. England
gained nothing, but alas I—lost Moore.
The Great Frost commences 1814—
Old Father Thames is confined to his bed;
And the New liner, too, with a cold in his Head.
Peter the Great died 1725 Surely
they might have cured him, if they'd
made up their minds to Salt- Peter.
London Bridge burnt 1632. The City
Corporation in full dress, with pumps
and hose go to extinguish it.
A curious old military pass has been
recently discovered in Englaud, pasted
to the cover of a copy of the first edition
of George Fox’s “Journal,” a folio volume
printed in 1694. The fly-leaf had been
pasted over the document, and thus con
cealed it Mr. H. T. Wake, bookseller,
of Cockermouth, who found the pass in
the book, has carefully restored it, and
the reading is as follows :
“Permit the Bearer hereof, George
Dlingworth, of Kirkbyc, Esqr., to passe
about his lawful! occasions, ho being no
ways disaffected towards the Parliamente.
Given under my hande and seale this 1
day of February, 1648. O. Cromwell.
“To all officers and souldiers, and
others whont it may concerne.*’
The signature is a bold one, but the
seal is torn away.
The Name of God in Forty-Eight
Languages —Hebrew, Elohim or FJoah;
Ohaldaie, Eiah ; Assyrian, Eilah; Syriac
and Turkish, Alah: 31alay, Ala; Arabic,
Adah: Language of the Magi, Or si: Old
Egyptian, Teut: Armorial), Teu.fi ; Mod
em Egyptian, 'Tenn; Greek, Theos; Cre
tan, Tides; kEoiian and Doric, llos;
Latin, Dens ; Low Latin, Die.e; Celtic
and old Gallic, Din ; French, Dieu ;
Spanish, Dios ; Portuguese, Deos ; Old
German, Diet; Provencal, Dion ; Low
Breton. Done; Italian, Dio\ Irish, Die;
Olala tongue, Deu; German and Swiss,
Colt; Flemish, Coed: Dutch, Godt; Eng
lish and old Saxon, God; Teutonic, Goth;
Danish and Swedish, Gut ; Norwegian,
Gud ; Slavic, lluch ; Polish , Bog; Po
lacea, Butts:; Lapp, Jubinal ; Finnish,
Junta la ; Runic, As; Pannonian, Idu ;
Zemblian, Fetizo; Ilindostanee, Rain ;
Coromandel, Drama; Tartar, Magatal;
Persian, Sire; Chinese, .P asset; Japan
ese, Goezvr ; Madagascar, Zannar ; Pe
ruvian, 1 *uchoca nue.
WIT AND HUMOR.
A lawyer once came into conrt drunk,
when the judge said to him: “Sir. I Am
sorry to see you in a situation which is a
disgrace to yourself and family, the court
and profession to w r hich you belong." This
reproach elicited the following colloquy :
“Did your honor speak to me? 7 “1 did,
sir; I said, sir, that in my opinion you dis
grace yourself and family, the court and
the profession, by your course of conduct.”
“ May i-it please your honor, 1 have been
an attorney i-i-in this c-court lor fifteen
years, and, permit me to say, your honor,
that this is the first correct opinion 1 ever
knew your honor to give !”
A little boy in Lowell was asked how
many mills make a cent. “Ten, sir," was
the prompt reply. Immediately a bri ht
faced little girl held up her hand in token
of dissent. “ Well, miss ; what have you
to say ?” ■“ Please, *ir, ten mills don’t make
a cent. Pa says all the mills in town don’t
make a cent.”
The following is put forth as a verbatim
report of a speech made by one of the Ja
panese pertonners at the Academy of
Music, New York: “Wokoy wim warn
slig jog, dig zank wak zim plog. Rib rub
blee hojirn jam hot skoth du du Him Ham.”
The translator interpreted the foregoing as
follows; “We big things —Japs Kum to
Mel iky get stamps. Yow How. Millikans
nice peep. Lot stamps. Goodey nity,
“ Take this dirty fellow out of the ranks
and lave him in the waters of the Guadi
ana,” said a grandiloquent colonel during
the Peninsular war. After some time the
corporal assigned to the wash returned.
“ What have you done with the man I si*nt
with you if” inquired the colonel. Upllow
the corporal s right hand across the peak
of his cap. “Surean’t plaise y’r honor,
didn’t y’r honor tell me to lave him in the
river, and sure enough I left him in the
river, and there he is now, according to
y’r honor’s orders.”
The discovery has been made that Shak
speare mentions the invincible George
Francis, when he says : “ That(s) Train
A lady who had a very nasal voice was
described by a critic as singing with a great
deal of feline.
Harriet—“ I say, Charley, I’ve been steal
ing some of your scent; but it isn’t very
nice—something odd about it—smell!”
Charley—“ Not wiped your lips with it, 1
hope s It a the new staff for my mous
taches. Brings ’em out an inch every
A country man went into the Recorder’s
Court the other day, and after looking
about for a time, asked a bystander to
“show him the prisoners,’’ who thereupon
pointed to the jury, who were sitting, cul
prit-like, in their box. The stranger sur
veyed them critically, when turning to his
informer, he remarked: “Well, they are*
hard looking set, ain’t they ? J know by
their looks they ought to go to Btate prison,
every one of them!”
How the railroads in this country were
created and propelled—Yander-bilt and
At a concert at St. Austell, England, last
month, in singing the “National Anthein,”
the line “ Confound their knavish tricks”
was altered to Confound their Fenian
It is not true that tho organist of St.
Albans introduced the beautiful song en
titled “ I’ve been Romc-mg,’’ in his open
ing voluntary last Sunday.
An offender who has been sufficiently
;>wtt-ished —Mr. G. F. Train.
A thorough washerwoman—Sal Soda.
Women of iron constitutions—dumb bells.
Attractive motto for the shoeblack's
box—” Bright be the place of the sole.”
The wind to please the pigs -Sow-sow
Questions in Natural History.—ls a
redbreast comes into your garden, does he
come there a robbin’ ?
When a herd of red deer are pursued,
and one is wounded, does he stag-gcr, and
is he left be-hind ?
Are some horses said to resemble pigs’
feet oil account of their being trotters?
Are horses wounded in batile considered
“hors du combat?”
Is it imagined that the polar bear con
siders his habitat an ice place?
hs it the lynx only that can be found
along the chain ot the Pyrenees ?
Is it on account of its size that the mole
cannot see •
Do our domestic poultry enjoy foul
Music.— Let taste and skill in this
beautiful art be spread among us, and
every family will have anew resource.
Home will gain anew attraction.
Social intercourse will be more cheerful,
and an innocent public amusement will
be supplied to the community ; public
amusement bringing multitudes together
to kinkle with one emotion, to share in
the same innocent joy having a human
izing influence; and among these bonds
of society, perhaps no cne produces so
much unmixed good as music T\ hat a
fulness of enjoyment has our Creator
placed within our reach, by surrounding
us with an atmosphere which may be
shaped into sweet sounds !