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8 YOUTH'S DEPARTMENT. 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 ball players. 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 foot. My 3d, sth, 2d and 15th is what every boy and girl should bo. My 12th, 7th and 13th is a French coin. 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 animal. My whole should be in the house of every good and true-hearted Southerner. Answer next week. NIPPETETUCKET. 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, much astonished. “ 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, you know.” “ 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 Nippetetucket 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 petetucket. 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 and sausage. But in the very middle of the lovely song, Nippetetucket began to fret and complain. “ 0 dear, 1 have burned my tongue ! The coffee was too hot ! O dear. 0 dear !” “Do be still,” said the boy, “and let me hear the bird. What is the use oi scolding and fretting ? It wont help your tongue.” “ 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, very angry. “ 0,” said Nippetetucket, “I always want to beat my drum when I see people asleep. I think it is fun. It is a habit of mine.” “ 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 Sweden. 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 England froze. 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 bottom. 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 frozen over. 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 devotion.” 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 spiritual welfare. 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, s-a-a-r.” “ 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 again.” 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 night.” 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 Daniel Drew. 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 tricks.” 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 west. 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 weather ? 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 !