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8 YOUTHS' DEPARTMENT. G-reedy Jim. [Being a story of a little boy who swallowed a wholo butter-pat, not knowing that it contained a fairy.] “ Greedy Jim is always rude, Pokes his hand in every dish ; In his hurry to intrude, Swallows bones instead of fish ; Swallows bad instead of good ; Snatches meat, but swallows fat— Greedy Jim, extremely rude, Swallows a whole butter-pat! “ « Goodness! Jim, don’t look so wild!’ • Gracious! Jim, don’t scream so shrill < What’s the matter with the child?’ ‘ Goodness, gracious! are you ill?’ Father’s getting rather riled, Mother hardly draws her breath— ‘Goodness! Jim, don't look so wild ; Sure you frighten us to death l ’ “ Tumbling down and leaping uj), Twisting limbs in every shape ; Rolling, grov’lliug like a pup, Mowing, mopping like an ape ; Tasting neither bit nor sup— Yelling like an imp in pain ; Tumbling down and leapiug up— Certainly the boy’s insane. “ Little have his parents guess’d Whence the mighty mischief springs ; Men and women, much depress’d, Recommend a hundred things. But it's hard, if truth’s confess’d. To find cure or antidote ; For —a fairy in your chest, Trying to ascend your throat!” ENIGMA—No. JB. I am composed of 38 letters : My 9, 16, 14, 27, 37, 20, 5, is a coun try in Africa My 18, 4,7, 10, 9, 15, 3, 23, is the name of an ancient hero. My 23, 5, 22, 1, 33, 27, is a river in South Carolina. My 32, 3, 34, 29, 8, 37, 38, is a city of the United States. My 14, IS, 25, 11, 2, 13, 23, is a heathen god. My 6, 13, 12, 19, 30, is the Greek for j strike My 28, 35, 17, 21, 24, 32, is a Japan ese title. My 31, 36, 26, is the French for faith. My whole is the name of a flourishing society of one of our Northern cities. Frank. Washington City , D. C., May, 1868. Answer next week. ENIGMA—No 19. I am composed of 18 letters. My 1,5, 15, 8,4, is the name of a month. My 12, 14, 3, 10, 7, 17, is where all children like to go. My 13, 9, 15, 2, is something very useful and also dangerous. My 13, 15, 2, 16, is what every one wishes to be. My 1,5, 15, 15, 7,2, 10, is what all young ladies wish to be. My 18, 4, is an interjection. My 3,5, 10, is a vessel. My whole is something very useful to our city. N. E. 13. Augusta , Ga., 3lay, 1868. Answer next week. Answers to Last Week’s Enigmas. — Enigma No. 16.—Carrie Bell Sin clair—Clear—Lesson—Lair-Bice-Seine —Bee—Cabin—La! —Sallic —llice-* An —Ceres—Lane, Enigma No. 17.—“ For her heart in his grave is lying”—Angelo-A. P. Hill —lris—Tea—Heron —Fannie —Organ llorsc—Violet—Har ass—G in gcr. We have received correct answers as follows: No. 10—Minnie, Sharon, Ga.; 14 and 15—N. E. 13. Augusta, Ga.; Frank, Washington City, I). C. [Prepared for the Banner of the South by Uncle Buddy.] FAMILIAR SCIENCE HEAT CONTINUED. Everything that man is acquainted with is expanded by heat. Cold is merely the absence of heat. All bodies contain beat; but inferior de grees of heat are designated by the term “cold.’' Most bodies contract b f cold ; but water is an exception to this rule, for when cooling from about seven degrees above its freezing point, it undergoes a regular expansion; and in becoming solid a still farther expansion takes place. The expansion of freezing water amounts to about one-seventh of its bulk. That is to say, a two gallon measure containing seven quarts of water would be quite full when perfectly frozen. The expansion of water sometimes produces very powerful effects. Thus, for instance, rocks are often rent assunder by it, lead and iron pipes are burst, aud a ] »rass globe filled with water, and closed by a screw, was burst by the freezing of the water, with a force of not less than 28,000 pounds. Unslit chestnuts crack with a loud noise when roasted, because they contain a great deal of air, which is expanded by the heat of the fire; and the air, not being able to escape, bursts violently through the thick rind, slitting it, and making a great noise. This noise is’oc casioned by the sudden bursting of the shell, which makes a report in the same way as a piece of wood or glass would do if snapped in two, and also the escape of hot air from the chestnut makes a report similar to that of gunpowder when it es * capes from a gun. The sudden bursting of the shell, or the snapping of a piece of wood, make a report, because a violent stroke is given to the air when the attraction of cohesion is thus suddenly overcome. This stroke produces rapid undulations in the air, which, striking upon the ear, give the sensation of sound. This escape of air from the chestnut, or the explosion of gunpowder, produces a report because the sudden expansion of the imprisoned air produces a partial vaccuum, and the report is caused by the rushing in of fresh air to fill np this vac cuum. If a chestnut he slit before it is roast ed, it will not crack, because the heated air of the chestnut cau then escape freely through the slit-in the rind. Apples split and spurt about when roasted, because they contain a quantity of air, which being expanded by the heat of the fire, hursts through the peel, carry ing the juice of the apple along with it. The apple contains much more air, in proportion, than the chestnut, In fact, there is as much condensed air in a com mon sized apple as would fill a space forty-eight times as large as the apple it self ; hut as the inside of the apple con sists of numbers of little cells, it easily contains this volume of air when con densed. When an apple is roasted, one part be comes soft and the other part remains hard, because the air in the-; cells near the fire is expanded, and escapes; the cells are broken and their juices mixed together ; the apple collapses (from loss of air and juice,) and feels soft in those parts. By collapsing is meant the giving way of the plumpness of the apple, leaving it soft and shrivelled. Sparks of fire start with a rumbling noise from pieces of wood laid upon a fire, because the air (expanded by the heat) forces, its way through the pores of the wood, and carries along with it the covering of the pores which resisted its passage. The pores of the wood are very small holes in the wood through which the sap circulates. The sparks of fire arc very small pieces of wood made red hot and separ ated from the log by the force of the air when it bursts from its confinement. Light, porous wood, makes more snap ping than any other kind because the pores are very large and contain more air than those of wood of a close grain. Green wood makes less snapping because the pores being idled with sap, contain very little air. Dry wood burns more easily than green or wet wood, because the pores of dry wood arc filled with air, which supports combustion; hut the pores of green or wet wood are filled with moisture, which extinguishes flame. Moisture extinguishes flame. Ist, be cause it prevents the carbon of the fuel from mixing with the oxygen of the air to form carbonic acid gas; and, 2d, be cause heat is perpetually carried off by the formation of the sap or moisture into steam. Stones snap and fly about when heated in a fire, because the close texture of the stones prevents the hot air enclosed in them from escaping; in consequence of which, it hursts forth with great violence, tearing the stones to atoms, and scatter ing the fragments. But probably some part of the effect is due to the setting free of the waters of crystalyzation. [From the Guardian.] MINNIE GORDEN.' BY EVANGELA. Minnie Gorden was the only child of wealthy parents, who did all they could to make her happy; she had handsome clothes, many beautiful playthings, and, better than all, a lovely little white, curly dog, who followed his mistress tvherever she went. Still, Minnie was not happy, for she was not good; she was always discontented with what she had, and wished for something new, and was very self-willed. Her mother was a sweet, gentle lady, but so weak and delicate that she could not walk in the charming gar den, and only went out on a bright day to take a drive. Then Minnie would beg to go with her, and say she would he good, hut no sooner were they away from home than she would begin to fidget, and would keep neither her tongue nor feet quiet, so poor Mrs. Gorden went hack from her drive more tired and sick than when she started out. She was sorry her little daughter was so naughty, and tried to make her better ; but she kept on being as had as before, and would break her toys in rage, fight her nurse, and make such a broil in the house, that her parents made up their minds to send her to school when she was eight years old. At first Minnie was pleased, and liked to go to school at half-past eight in the morning and return home at twelve, and then at two in the afternoon till four ; but after a while she got tired of that, and did not like to study her lessons. So days, weeks, and months passed, and Minnie was no better; her dear mamma grew more weak and sick, and tried to make her little girl pray to God to turn her heart, for He alone can do that. One day, in the month of June, Min uie gmt home from school late, and very cross and self-willed; she was naughty and idle, and was kept in a half hour after the other girls had gone. She ran into the room where her sick mother was seated in her arm-chair, but would not speak to her, so great was her rage; she threw her books on tiie floor, and sat down to pout. Her mamma spoke to her once or twice, but got no answer ; at last Minnie jumped, up and began to strum nu the window glass. “Minnie, my dear, don’t do that,’ 7 her mother said; hut she kept oli. “Minnie,” said her meteor, “get me a drink of water, won’t you?” But this naughty girl would not obey her parent, and after a few moments went out of the room and shut the door with a great slam. That night she went to bed without going to bid her poor sick mother good-night. The next morning she was amazed to find the house as still as death; when her aunt came to her and kissed her, and cried very much’ Minnie was sad and afraid to see her weep, and asked if anything was the matter with her mamma ? After a great while the lady sobbed and said, “Your dear mamma has gone to her eter nal rest! she is dead!” Then, indeed, the hitter tears of sorrow and remorse poured from Minnie’s eyes ; oh! how deeply did she grieve for all the pain she had given her lost mamma. Years passed, and with the help of God, she had become good ; she never ceased to grieve for having refused her darling mother’s last request, a drink of water. Little readers, from this sad story learn never to refuse to help your parents, but try to he a comfort to them, and never grieve them, for you know not how soon they too may be taken away, like little Minnie Gorden’s mother. AN OLdTsTORY. Many years ago a celebrated Italian artist was walking along the street of his native city, perplexed and desponding in consequence of some irritating circum stance or misfortune, when he beheld a little hoy of such surprising and surpass ing beauty that he forgot his own trouble and gloom in looking upon the almost an gel face before him. “That face I must have,” said the ar tist, for my studio. Will you come t* my room and sit for a picture, my little man ?” The little boy was glad to go and sec the pictures, and pencils, and curious things in the artist’s rooms ; and he was still more pleased when he saw what seemed to be another hoy looking just like himself smiling from the artist’s canvass. * The artist took great pleasure in look ing at that sweet fa<se. When he was troubled, or irritated, or perplexed, lie lifted his eyes to that lovely image on the wall, and its beautiful features and ex pression calmed his heart and made him happy again. Many a visitor to his studio wished to purchase that lovely face ; but, though poor, and often wanting money to buy food and clothes, he would not sell his good angel, as he called this portrait. So the years went on. Oftentimes, as he looked up to the face on the glowing canvas, he wondered what had become ot that boy. “How I should like to sec how he looks now ! I wonder if I should know him ? Is he a good man and true, or wicked and abandoned ? Or has he died and gone to a better land?” One day the artist was strolling down one of the fine walks of the city when he beheld a man whose face and mien wore so vicious, so depraved, so almost fiend like, that he involuntarily stopped and gazed at him. “What a spectacle ! I should like to paint that figure, and hang it in my studio opposite the angel-boy,” said the artist to himself. The young man asked the painter for money, for he was a beggar as well as a thief. “Come to my room, and let me paint your portrait, and I will give you all you ask,” said the artist. The young man followed the painter, and sat for a sketch. When it was finish ed, and he had received a few coins for his trouble, lie turned to go; but his eye rested upon the picture of the hoy ; he looked at it, turned pale, and then burst into tears. “What troubles you, man ?” said the painter. It was long before the young man could speak. He sobbed aloud, and seemed pierced with agony. At last he pointed np to the picture on the wall, and in broken tones which seemed to come from a broken heart, he said : “Twenty years ago you asked me to come up here and sit fora picture, and the angel face is that portrait. Behold me now, a ruined man, so bloated, so hideous, that women and children turn away their faces from me ; so fiend-like that you want my picture to show how ugly a man could look. Ah ! I see now what vice and crime have done for me.” The artist was amazed. He could not believe his own eyes and ears. “How did this happen ?’’ he asked. The young man told his sad and dreadful story ; how, being an only son, and very beautiful, his parents petted and spoiled him; how he went with bad hoys, and learned all their bad habits and vices, and came to love them; how, having plenty of money, he was enticed to wicked places till all was lost, and then unable to work, and ashamed to beg, he began to steal, was caught, and imprisoned with the worst kind of criminals ; came out still more depraved to commit still worse crimes than before ; how every hud deed he performed seemed to drive him to commit a worse one, till it seemed to him he could not stop till brought to the gallows. It was a fearful tale, and brought tears into the artist’s eyes. He besought the young man to stop, offered to help him, and tried his best to save him. But, alas! it was too late. Disease, contracted by dissipation, soon prostrated the young man, and he died before lie could reform. The painter hung his portrait opposite that of the beautiful hoy ; and when visitors asked him why he allowed such a hideous looking face to be there, he told them the story, saying, as he closed; “Between the aimel and the demon there O is only twenty years of vice.” The lesson of his tale is in the tale itself. You who read it can tell what it is. Think of it often, and heed it always. WS T AND HUMOR. No II earers. —lii a very thin house,! an actress spoke very low in her com- j muuication to her lover. The actor, whose benefit it happened to he, exclaimed with a woeful humor ; “My dear, you may speak out, there is nobody to hear us.” A well known “economical” Boston Bank President was recently rendering’ his income return, when his attention was called to an apparent omission. “Have you more than one gold watch ?” asked the official. “Not one —a useless expense.” “Any carriages, sir?” “I don’t indulge in one.” “A piano, I think you have ?” “Sir, I wish you to under stand I own nothing that docs not draw interest.” A clergyman, happening to get wet, was standing over the fire to dry his clothes, and when his colleague came in, he asked him to preach for him, as he was wet. “No, sir, I thank you,” was the prompt reply, “preach yourself; you will he dry enough in the pulpit.” A Chicago editor says that half the people who attend musical entertainments iu that city “don’t know the difference between a symphony and a sardine.” Trying to Live on iiis Salary. —The Hartford Post is responsible for the story of a conductor on a Road not a thousand miles from Hartford, who had agreed, in the kindness of his heart, to pass a poo: penniless fellow on his train. An officer of the road, sitting in the same car with the man, observed that the conductor took no fare of him, and called him to account for it. “Why do you pass that man V’ said the treasurer.. “Oh, he’s a conductor on the railroad.” “He’s a conductor ! why, what makes him dres.> so shabbily?” “Oh, he’s trying to live on his salary !” was the quick reply Mr. Treasurer saw the point, and dropped the subject. Young Lady Heard From.—A good joke is told of a young man who attended a social circle a few evenings since. The conversation turned on California and getting rich. Tom remarked that if he was in California, he would, instead of working in the mines, waylay some rich man who had a bag full of gold, knock out his brains, gather up the gold, and skeedaddle. One of the young ladies quietly replied that he had better gather np the brains, as he evidently stood in more need of that article than gold Tom subsided. When does a criminal resemble an ol i book ? When lie is bound over. An old gentleman traveling, some weeks ago, on a Western railroad, had two ladies, sisters, for companions. The younger, an invalid, soon fell asleep, and the old gentleman expressed his regret at seeing so charming a young lady in ill health. “Ah! yes, indeed,” sighed the elder sister, “a disease of the heart. “Dear me,” w r as thesympatheticrespon.se, “at her age ! Ossification, perhaps ?” “Oh, no, sir—an ossifer, a Lieutenant ! ’ “My dear, what shall we get for dinner to-day ?” “One of your smiles,” replied the husband; “I can dine on that an day.” “But I can’t,” said the wife. “Then take this,” said he, giving her a kiss, and departing for the office. II returned to dinner. “Thisis excellent, said he, “what did you pay fur it ? ’ “What you gave me this morning,” said she. “The deuce you did?” said he “then you shall have market money th rest of the time.” The editor of the Southbridge?/ou?’??f7 ’ was set all a-back the other day, when h asked a farmer’s wife how she made sau sages, and received the answer : “Take your in’ards, scrape ’em, scald ’em, and stuff ’em.” A sailor, exhorting af a orayermeeting in a London chapel, said imu on dark ana stormy nights, while on the sen, he had often been comforted by that beautiful passage of scripture, “A faint heart never won fair lady.” A fervid young convert in Minnesota during a recent revival, feeling great in terest in the spiritual future of a friend, whose profession was that of a trapper made public .supplication for him in the words following: “Lord, there i Mr. L , who traps tor a living. Lord he traps wild animals to support hi: family 0 Lord, trap him !” A downeaster has invented a rat exter minator, consisting of a sort of powder and snuff. The animal jerks his head oil the third sneeze. On Tick. —Why wouldn’t you soil anything to a man in bed ? Because a. cash business is best, and it is evident he would be buying on tick. A dandy is a thing who would Bea woman if ho could; But, as he can’t, does all he can To make folks think lie’s not a man. -* 1 Quoth Tom, ’tis strange that in the world So much injustice should abound; Nay, answered -John, the human heart Is never on the right side found. The harness of life—the traces of tim. The notes which singers like best— bank notes. A safe robbery is not always a sal operation. One lash to a good horse ; one word ; a wise man. What is that which is often fouie where it is not ? Fault. the flowers of speech spring’ from ik roots of the tongue. The most dangerous bat that flies night is the brick-bat. What do you always do before you _ to sleep '( Shut your eyes. When does a woman’s tongue quickest ? When it is on a railroad. “Why do you always travel third class asked a gentleman of a miser. “Because there’s no fourth,” was the un expected but satisfactory reply. Why is a prudent man like a pin Because his head prevents him from y ing too fur. Why is a bridegroom worth more tha the bride ? Because she is given awa and he is sold ! “Ma, whereabouts is the State of Mat rimony ?” “You will find it in one of the United States,” was the answer.