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YOUTHS' DEPARTMENT.
Catching Sunbeams.
Beaching aftwr sunbeatrus
With & dimpled hand —
That ia right, my darling.
Grasp the golden band.
Fold it to your bosom ;
Let it cheer your heart ;
Oather radiant sunbeam* ;
Bid tho cloud depart.
When your feet shall wander
Prom my Bide away,
You will find that etil
With the good may stray.
Nerer heed it, darling,
Let it pass the while ;
Gather only sunbeams !
Keep your heart from guile.
Grief may be your portion,
Shadows dim your way ;
Clouds may darkly throated
To obscure the day;
Don't deepair, my darling,
There’s a Father’s lore ;
How could tkoro be shadows
With no light abore *
ENIGMA— No. ss,
I am compost of 18 letters.
Mj 11, 1,2, is a troublesome little
animal.
My 6, 3,13, 8,17,10, is a season of the
yoar.
My 18, 16, 2,9, 11, is the name of a
male.
My 1,7, 13, 15, 7,5, is a loose shoe.
My 4,3, 18, is part of the face.
My 7,5, 9, is a malt liquor.
My 11, 3,5, 5, is a small streamlet.
My 18, 9, 16,10, is a nobloman.
My 14, 7,8, 12, 10, 13, is a planet.
My whole ia an old adage.
“ Minnie.”
Answer next,week.
ENIGMA—No 6.
I am composed of thirteen letters :
My 10, 2,5, is what I am.
My 8, 12, 1,11, is the name of a female.
My 9,4, 8,5, is a part of a door.
My 13, 7, 11, is an adverb of negation.
My 5,12, 6,13, is a place for depository
of grain.
My 9,2, 7, 13, U a French name.
My 3,4, 1, 11, is to change.
Mj 6, 12. 8, was an instrument used in
anoient times for battering walls.
My whole is the name of one in whom
there boats a true Southern heart.
“ Lola.”
Answer next week.
Answers to Last Week’s Enigma.—
Charles J. Jenkins : Are —Raise—Gere
—Rack—Snake — Nine—J aok Sin—
Jane. H. V. C.
Augusta, Ga., April, 1868.
S. F.—Your answer is also correct.
Enigma roceived.
FAMILIAR SCIENCE.
[Prepared far the Banner of too South by Unde Buddy.]
HEAT AND ELECTRICITY.
He*t is an invisiblo agent producing
the sensation of warmth and sometimes
called caloric. The sun is an inexhaust
ablo source of heat ; and its hoat passes
readily through glass, whereas this pro
perty is possessed by artificial heat only
to a limited extent.
If wo trace a substance hotter than
ourselves, a subtle, invisible steam flows
from the hotter substanoo, producing a
sensation of warmth. This substance is
called Caloric, hut the sensation itself is
called Heat. The former substanco is
not equally distributed over the earth, for
at the equator tho average temperature,
that is the moan or medium temperature,
is 82 J deg., while at tho poles it ia be
hoved to be about 13 deg. below zero,
tho point from which the thermometer is
graduated to show the dogroes of heat
and cold.
Electricity is a souroe of heat* Amber
(the Greek narno for whioh is Electron,)
when rubbed produces electricity ; but
glass, silk, wax, dry, paper, hair and wool
and many other substances, called non
conductors do not possess this property.
These are called non-conductors because
electricity does not pass through them
freely. .It passes through metals, plants,
animals, liquids and many other sub.
stances called conductors, because they
conduct electricity from one body to an
other.
Like heat, electricity exists in all mat
ter, but it is ofton in a latent or hidden
state. Friction disturbs it and brings it
into active operation. Tho rapid escape
of steam through a smell orifice, or
opening, will produce electricity. If
you rub a piece of paper with India Rub-
ber it often adheres or sticks to the table.
This is because the friction or rubbing of
he paper produces electricity which pos
esees the adhesive or sticking quality.
This is also observable in other instances.
Thus, for example, if you dry a piece of
brown paper by the firo, and then draw
it once or twice across a piece of woolen
cloth—and place it against a wall, it will
stick fast there ; when a glazier is mend
ing a window and cleans tho pane with
his brush, you may observe that the loose
pieces of putty on the opposite side of
the window pane frequently dance up
and down ; and, so too, if you break your
hair, your head will frequently itch. All
these effects are produced by electricity.
Electricity, like heat, is in itself invisi
ble, though often accompanied by both
heat and light. There is, however, an
odor or smell sometimes connected with
electricity, This odor is called Ozone,
and is generated by the action of light
ning on the oxygen of the air. In thun
der storms this odor—sometimes sul
phurious, and sometimes phosphorotio—
has been observed.
In tho aurora borealis there are differ
ent colors produoed by the electric fluid
passing through air of different densities.
The most rarified or thinnest air produces
a white light ; tho dryest air, red, and
the dampest, yollow streaks.
NAPOLEON AND THE SAILOR BOV.
In tho year 1809 the French flotilla
lay at Boulogne, waiting- for an oppor
tunity to make a descent upon tho south
ern shores of England.
Day after day Napoleon Bonaparte
paced the beach, sweeping with his teles
cope the blue expanse of the channel,
watching tho appearance and disap
pearance of tho English floet.
Among the Englishmen who were
prisoners at Boulogne was a sailor boy,
who was permitted to ramble about the
town ana seashore —it being reckoned
impossible for him to make his escape.
One day as he was wandering- along
tho beach, gazing sorrowfully across the
waves towards tho white cliffs of dear
England, and thinking of his home
among the green lanes of Kent, he saw
an empty hogshead floating shorewards
with the advancing tide. As soon as the
depth of tho water would permit he ran
into th® sea, seized the barrel, shoved it
to bank, rolled it up the beach and hid it
in a oove. The thought of home had
nerved his arm, and a bright idea dawned
upon him and filled his heart with hope.
He resolved to form a boat out of the
barrel. With his clasp-knife for his only
tool, he cut tho barrel in two. He then
went to the wood that lined the shore, and
brought some willow twigs, with which
ho bound the staves together. During
the time of his boat building he had fre
quently to leave the cave to watch the
ooming and going of the sentinels.
The sun was setting as he had finished
bis labor. In the frail bark ho had so
rudely and rapidly constructed he was
going to attempt to cross tho channel,
fearless alike of its swift currents and the
storms that might arise. He returned
to his lodging to eat his supper and wait
till darkness set in.
Slowly with the impatient prieonor did
the hours pass by ; but tho night came
at last, and lie set forth on his perilous
undertaking.
By a circuitous route he reached the
cave. The wind was moaning along the
sea, telling of a coming storm, and not a
star glimmered in tho sky.
“ This is tho darkest night I oversaw,”
said the sailor lad to himself; “but so
much tho bettor for me ;” and down ho
went towards the water, bearing his
boat on his back. But, alas! his hopes
were to be disappointed ; as he was about
about to launch it the sharp cry of “qui
mve’’ rang in his oar, and instantly the
bayonet of a sentinel was pointed at his
breast. He was taken to the encamp
ment, placed in irons, and a guard set
over him.
On the following morning when Napo
leon wan, as usual, pacing the beach,
he was informed of the attempted ‘es
cape of the lad, and the mean* ho had
employed.
“ Let tho boy and his boat be brought
before me,” he said.
The order was speedily obeyed. When
Napoleon beheld the twig bound half
barrel and tho youthful form of the sailor,
he smiled, and turning to the prisoner
said, in a tone devoid of anger, for he ad
mired the daring of the lad :
“ Did you intend to cross the Channel
in such a thing as that ? And last night
of all nights ? Why, I would not have
ventured one of my gunboats a mile from
the shore ! But I see bow it is.”
Napoleon looked compassionately upon
the prisoner, who stood before him with
a countenance in which boldness, devoid of
impudence, was displayed.
“ I see how it is. You have a sweet
heart over yonder, and you long to see
her.”
“ No, sire, I have no sweetheart.”
“No sweetheart! What! A British
sailor without a sweetheart!”
“ I have a mother, sir, whom I have
not seen for years, and whom I yearn
to see.”
“ And thou shalt see her, my bravo
British boy. A right noble mother she
must be to have reared so gallant a son ?
You shall be landed in England to-night.
Take this,” handing him a coin of gold,
“it will pay your expenses home after
you are put on shore. Farewell.”
As the grateful boy bowed his thanks
and walked away, Napoleon turned to one
of his aide-de-caraps and aaid :
“ I wish I had a thousand men with
hearts like that boy !”
Bonaparte was as good as his promise.
That very day ho despatched a vessel,
bearing a flag of truce, whioh landed the
lad at Hastings, in the neighborhood of
which was his mother’s home.
It is not necessary to tell of the meeting
of mother and son ; how thoy prayed
their silent prayer of thankfulness ; how
they laid their hoads on each other s
shoulders and wept for joy.
The sailor lad rejoined the navy.—
Many and many a time afterwards, when
disaabled lor service, was he sorely
distressed for want; often was his clothing
scanty, and his head without a shelter ;
but the strongest and sternest of his ne
cessities could never force him to part
with the gift of the great Napoleon.
This deed of Napoleon was more glori
ous than if he had conquered a nation.
The glory won by the sword is tarnished
with blood, and sends sorrow and desola
tion into a thousand homes; but this
simple aot was gieater than a victory on
the battle field, for by it, Napoleon con
quered two hearts by love, and filled with
joy the homo of a widow and an orphan
boy.
ORIGINAL
I. LOOK TO THE ROOT OE THE FAMILY
TREE.
“Gentlemen,” said an old Tea Kettlo
that lay in a corner of a shed, in which
somt worn out Locomotives had been
stowed away, “gontlemon, I am sorry to
see you in this plaoe ; I wasn’t brought
here till I had more than once lost my
spout and haadle, and been patched and
soldered , till very little of my original
was left. I concluded therefore that like
me, you have seen your best days, and are
now to be laid aside as useless ”
The locomotives frowned at one an
other, but didn't answer.
“Well, gentlemen and brothers,” cried
Te Kottle again, “don’t be down
hearted ; we have played busy and use
ful parts in our days, and may comfort
ourselves nowin thinking over the things
we have respectively achieved. As for
me, the remembrance of the domestic de
light and refreshment that I have been the
means of affording affects me deeply.”
“What is that little old tin thing
whistling about up there in the corner V
asked one of the Locomotives to his com
panion ; “where are his brothers?”
“Hey-dey, is that it ?” cried the Ket
tle, all alive with indignation; “so you
don’t own the relationship. Let me tell
you, with all your pitiful pride, that
though you won’t own me as a brother, I
am father and mother to you ; for who
would ever have heard of a steam engine
if it hadn’t been for a Tea-Kettle ?
H. LOOK Ur AS WELL AS DOWN.
“0 father ! O mother ! the moon is
drowned; she is, indeed ; we have seen
her lying trembling in the lake,” cried
the owlets, bustling back to the tower,
whore thoir parents sat among the ivy.
“Chidren,” said the old birds, “you
looked down and saw the image in the
lake ; if you had looked up you would
have seen the moon herself in tho sky ;
but it is the wav with novices to be led
astray by representations of a subject
which a little further enquiry would have
shown them were wholly deceptive.”
111. A SHUT UP TO AN EVEN QUESTION.
“How well I whistle!” said tho Wind
to the Keyhole.
“Well, if that is’nt rich !”said the Key
hole to the Wind ; “you men how well I
whistle.”
“Get me some paper,” said tho old
woman, “and stuff’ up that keyhole and
stop the draft.”
And so neither Wind nor Keyhole
whistled any longer. —Leisure Hours.
Definite. —A gentleman from the
country, accompanied by his wife, put up
at the Stanwix Hall, Albany, last woek,
and made the following definite entry
upon the register : “ Myself and wife.”
WTT AND HUMOR.
A confederate ghost sent the editors of
the North Alabamian a Ku-Klux order
and enclosed twenty dollars in Confede
rate money to pay the printing. He
■ays it passes in the moon at par.
It passos down here below par.
Ambiguous Complimrnt. —Tho Irish
Chief Secretary being the owner of a fine
ostrich, which recently laid an egg, re
ceived a telegram from his stewart, say
ing ; “My lord, as your lordship is out
of the country, I have procured the biggest
goose I could fiud, to sit upon the ostrich’s
egg-”
The following incident was related to
us by a friend in Cincinnati a year or two
ago. We do not know whether it was
ever in print or not, but it is too good to
run the risk of losing it A gentleman
was chiding his son for stayiug out late
of nights, or rather early of next morn
ings—and said :
“ Why, when I was of your age, my
father would not allow me to go out of
the house after dark.”
“ Then you had a deuce of a father—
you had,” sneered tho young profligate.
Whereupon the father very rashly vo
ciferated : “ I had a great sight better’n
than you, you young rascal!”
[Bridgeport Farmer.
Four.—An ancient rhyme divides fe
male beauty into four order*, as follows :
Long and lazy,
Littltt wad load,
Fair and foolish,
Dark and proud.
An Advertisemmnt. —A farmer’s boy
advertises for a wife. He says :
He wants to know if she can milk.
And make his bread and butter,
And go to meeting without silk,
To make a show and splutter ;
He’d like to know if it would hurt
Her hands to take up stitehM,
Or sow the buttons on his shirt,
Or make a pair of breeches.
DTsraeli is not partial to reporters,
since one of them translated by the use of
stenography his remark : “ Gentlemen, I
am not one of those who scatter ambiguous
voices in the market places,” into “ Gen
tlemen, I am not one of those who stagger
and use big voices in the market places.”
A reporter for a London paper wrote
the verdict of a coroner’s jury, “ Died
from hemorrhage,’’ and tho public gained
the information the next day that the de
ceased “ died from her marriage.”
Dr. Busby, whoso figure was beneath
the common size, was one day accosted
in a public coffee-room by an Irish baro
net of colossal stature, with “ May I pass
to my seat, 0 Giant ?” When the Doctor,
politely making way, replied, “ Pass, O
Pigmy !” “0, sir,” said the baronet,
“ my expression alluded to the size of your
intellect “ And my expression, sir,”
said the Doctor, “to the size of yours.”
SHOPPING.
She stood beside the counter —
The day I’ll ne'er forget—
She thought the musiki dearer
Than any she'd seen yet ;
I watched her playful fingers
The silk and satin toss ;
The clerk looked quite uneasy,
And nodded at the boss.
“ Show mo some velret ribbon,
Barege and satin turk.”
Shu said : “I want to purchase!”
Then gave the goods a jerk.
The clerk was all obedience,
He travelled “ on his shape;”
At length with hesitation,
She bought a yard of tape.
“ That is probably the oldest piece of
furniture in England,” said a collector
of antique curiosities to a friend, and
pointing to a venerable looking table as
he spoke. “ How old is it ?” asked the
friend. “ Nearly four hundred years.
“ Pshaw, that is nothing. I have an
Arabic table over two thousand years old.”
“ Indeed !” “ Yes, the multiplication
table.”
M. Indenncrecb, the executioner of
Paris, has improved the guillotine and its
management to such an extent that he
can cut off a man’s head in six seconds
from the time lie reaches the scaffold, if
the victim is only accommodating. He
is rich, hut follows his profession from
philanthropic motives.
A New Orleans jury declared a man
to have come to his death by “an un
known cart.” About on a par with this
is the Philadelphia verdict respecting a
man who had been crushed to death in a
mill, when the jury remarked no blame
can be attached to tho machinery.”
Brougham, speaking of the salary at
tached to the rumored appointment to a
new judgship, said it was all moonshine.
Lyndhurst, in his dry and waggish way,
remarked : “ May be so, Harry ; but 1
have a strong notion that, moonshine
though it be, you would like to see the
first quarter of it.”
Home After Business Hours.— The
road along which the man of business
travels in the pursuance of competence or
wealth is not a Macadamized one, nor does
it ordinarily lead through pleasant scenes
and by well-springs of delight. On the
contrary, it is a rough and rugged path,
beset with “wait-a-bit” thorns, and full of
pit-falls, which can only be avoided by
the watchful care of circumspection. After
every day’s journey over this worse than
rough turnpike road, the wayfarer needs
something more than rest; he requires
solace and ho deserves it. Ho is weary
of the dull prose of life, and athirst for
the poetry. Happy if the business man
who can find that solace aud that poetry
at homo.
Warm greetings from loving hearts,
fond glances from bright eyes, and wel
come shouts of children, the many thou
sand little arrangements for comfort and
enjoyment that silently tell of thoughtful
and expectant love, the gentle ministra
tions that disencuinbor us into an old and
easy seat before we are aware of it; these
and like tokens of affection and sympa
thy constitute the poetry whioh reconciles
us to tho prose of life. Think of this, ye
wives and daughters of business men !
Think of the toils, the anxieties, the
inortifioation and wear that fathers under
go to secure for you oomfortable homes,
and compensate them for their trials by
making them happy by their own fire
sides.
The Greatest Book Market in the
World. —Leipsic is not only tho greatest
book market is Germany, but of the
world. With about ninety thousand in
habitants, it has more than two hundred
publishers and booksellers. The firm of
F. A. Brackhaus &Cos is, perhaps, the
largest and most extensive publishing
house on the continent. It occupies
almost an entire block of buildings,
and the number of employees is five
hundred and seventy. The book mer
chants there have their own exchange—
the Buchlander Borse—a large, hand
some building, where thoy meet weekly,
sometimes daily, to take counsel with re
gard to the advancement of the book
trade, and whore the principal book mer
chants ot Europe meet annually to adjust
their accounts. Sales and exchange of
books amount to from six to eight millions
of dollars annually.
A pioture attributed to Murillo has
just been discovered in tho church of
Villaharta, in tho province of Cordova,
Spain.
If half the pains were taken by some
people to perform the labors alloted them
that are taken by them to avoid it, we
should bear much less said about the
troubles of life, and see much more ac
tually completed.
Dr. Johnson was wont to say that a
habit of looking at the best side of every
event is far better than a thousand pounds
a year.
TOO LATE I STAYED.
Too late I stayed—forgive the crime !
Unheeded flow the hours ;
How noiseless falls the foot of Time
That only treads on flowers !
And who, with clear account, remarks
The ebbings of his glass,
"When all its Bands are diamond sparks,
That dazzle as they pass ?
Ah ! who to sober measurement
Time’s happy swiftness brings,
When birds of paradise have lent
Their plumage to his wings ?
Vo Quine), speaking of the grandeur
and sublimity ol the human spirit, says
most beautifully, that all our thoughts
have not words corresponding to them ;
many of them in our yet imperfectly
developed nature can never express them
selves in acts, that must lie, appreciable
by God only, like the silent melodies in
a great musician’s heart, never to roll
for tli Iroai harp or organ.
MEASURE OF LIFE.
Measuro life by truth and goodness,
Not by passion, folly, fears ;
Measure life by deeds accomplished,
Not by idle, empty years.
He lives longest—-not in story—
Howsoever young or old,
Who has massive deeds of glory
On his inmost being scrolled.
Measure life by spirit measures,
Power of feeling, gift of thought,
LifLng Heavenward all earth's treasures,
Outer into inner wrought;
Still transmuting all the grosser
Into life’s sublimer traits,
Vv idle the soul is drawing closer
lo the open, golden gates.
isdom is an open fountain, whose
waters are not to be sealed up, but kept j
running for the benefit of all.
‘“Let no man deceive himself,” says
Petrarch, “by thinking that the conta
gions of the soul are less than those of the ,1
body. They are greater ; they sink i
deeper, and creep on more unexpectedly.” *■