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I? 8 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.” *■