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YOUTHS' DEPARTMENT*
The frUowing patriotic lines aro from a young lady
In her early tens. They have the ring ot the true
metal;
[From the Atlanta Constitntion.]
Southern Toasts.
Here’s to our need—the Bouthron’a meed—
A Ruler brave and true;
To give the oppressed a swift redress —
The oppressor all his due.
And here’s a toast—the Southron’s boast—
We’ll drink this o’er and o’er;
And, when we’ve drained the cup, we’ll deep
Libations to it pour.
The Land we Love—'Tis fair above
The proudest lands that reign—
The land that was Queen of lands,
And will be Queen again. L, A. W, 8.
Atlanta, June 22, 1868,
ENIGMA—No. 37.
I am composed of 17 letters :
My 3,9, 17, 16, 15, 5, is the ancient
name of Fiance.
My 10, 5,11, 16, is the name of a river
in Sweden.
My 11, 2, 13, 12, 7, is worshipped as a
goddess at Rome.
My 6, 12, 7,1, is the name of a river
in Ireland.
My 4,9, 3,8, 14, is the name of a
town in Holland.
My 8,13, 10, 14, 7, is a preposition.
My 14, 3,1, 7, 15, 5, is the name of
an ancient Nymph.
My 2,7, 15, 3,1, 6, is a celebrated
Greek writer.
My 12, 7,3, 9,13, is an instrument,
especially a natural one.
My 10, 8, 17, 15, 5, is a Greek word.
My whole was the name of an old Irish
Chieftain. E. J. L.
Answer next week.
Macon , Ga., June 30, 1868.
ENIGMA—No. 38.
I am composed of 25 letters:
My 1, 13, 14, 3, 25, is an ancient
King of Lydia.
My 23, 11, 4, 14f 3, is a river of one
of the Western States.
My 7, 17, 6, is a little animal.
My 25, 10, 23, 16, 11, is a very neces
sary article of clothing.
My 12, 20, 9, 18, 3, 15, is an article
of food much loved by little girls.
My 5,2, 8, 21, 22, is what everybody
ought to love.
My 2, 16, 19, 24, is the last class.
My whole is a game of cards.
Amelia.
Answer next week.
St. Joseph’s Academy , Columbus, Ga., 1868.
ANAGRAMS.
No. 1. In What Song.
“ 2. Go Try no Men.
“ 3. Twin Iron.
“ 4. Loom Thing. Annie.
Savannah , Ga ., July, 1868.
Answers to Last Week’s Enigmas,
Etc.— To Enigma No. 36.—Washing
ton—Wash—Gin—Ton.
To Enigma No. 37.—Paul Jones—
Jane—Son—Jules—Puss —Plus—Plane
—Lane—Ale—One—Us.
To Poetical Charade. A—Can—
Thus.
To Square Word.—T A B LE.
A P R 0 N.
BRAN 1).
’L 0 NZ 0.
E N DOW.
CONUNDRUM.
What kind of liquor would a young
lady like her absent lover to be ?
Answer next week.
Answers by Correspondents.—The
following are correct: U. A. P., Augus
ta, Ga., to Enigmas Nos. 33, 34, and 35;
Annie, Savannah, Ga., to Nos. 29, 30,
31,and 32; J. N. W.. Selma, Ala., to
Nos. 29, 30, 31, and 32 ; Socrates, At
lanta, Ga., to Nos. 37 and 36 ; 11. A. C.,
Augusta, Ga., to Nos. 36 and 37 ; Ella,
Macon, Ga., to No. 35.
[Prepared for the Banner of the South by Uncle Buddy.]
FAMILIAR SCIENCE,
HEAT —CONTINUED.
Woolens and furs do not actually im
part heat to the body ; they merely pre
vent the heat of the body from escaping.
If the body were not wrapped in wool,
or fur, the heat of the body would fly off’
into the air; for the cold air, coming in
contact with the body, would gradually
draw away its heat till it was as cold as the
air itself. The principal use of clothing
then, is to prevent the animal heat from
escaping too freely; and 2d, to protect
the body from the external air or wind
which would carry away its heat too ra
pidly.
Beasts are covered with fur, hair, or
wool, and birds with feathers, localise
fur, hair, wool, and feathers, are very
slow conductors of heat; and, as dumb
animals cannot be clad like human beings,
God has given them a robe of hair, or
wool to keep them warm. These articles
are slow conductors of beat, because a
great quantity of air lurks between the
fibres, and air is a very bad conductor of
heat.
Moderately loose clothing is warmer
than that which fits tightly, because air is
a bad conductor, and the quantity of air
confined between our bodies and clothing
prevents, Ist. The heat of our bodies
from escaping ; and, 2d, The external air
from coming into contact with our bodies.
But if our clothing is sufficiently loose to
admit of a free circulation of air, we
shall feel cold ; and, on the contrary, if
it fits very tightly, it impedes the free
circulation of the blood and we feel cold.
The bad conducting power of air enables
persons to judge whether an egg be new
or stale thus: Touch the large end of
the egg with your tongue, if it feels warm
the egg is stale ; if not, it is new laid.
The shell of a stale egg will feel warm to
the tongue, because the thick end of an
egg contains a small quantity of air be
tween the shell and the white ; when the
egg is stale the white shrinks, and the
confined air accordingly expands, breaks
the membrane which surrounds the con
tents of the egg, and permits them to
come in contact with the shell.
We feel colder in windy weather than
on a calm day, because the particles of
air pass over us more rapidly, and every
fresh particle takes from us some portion
of heat.
The inhabitants of the Polar Regions
wear skins with the fur inward, because
the dry skin prevents the wind from pen
etrating to the body, and the air between
the hairs of the fur soon become heated
by the body; in consequence of which
the Laplander in his fur is clad in a case
of hot air impervious to the cold and wind.
The wisdom of God is shown in making
the air a bad conductor, in this way : If
air were a good conductor, (like iron and
stone,) heat would be drawn so rapidly
from our bodies that we should be chilled
to death. Similar evils would be felt by
all the animal and vegetable world.
Rooms with double doors and win
dows are warmer than they would other
wise be, because the air is a bad conduc
tor ; and the air confined between the
double doors and windows opposes both
the escape of warm air out of the room
and of cold air into the room. A room
is, also, warmer when the curtains are
drawn or the shutters shut, because air is
a bad conductor; and the air confined
between the curtains or shutters and the
window opposes both the escape of warm
air out of the room and of cold air into
the room.
A linen shirt feels colder than a cotton
one, because linen is a much better conduc
tor than cotton, and therefore, (as soon as
it touches the body,) it draws away the
heat more rapidly, and produces a greater
sensation of cold. The face is cooled by
wiping the temples with a fine linen hand
kerchief, because the fine fibres of the
linen have a strong capillary attraction
for moisture, and are excellent conductors
of heat; in consequence of which the
moisture and heat are attracted from the
face by the linen, and a sensation of
coolness is produced. By “capillary at-
meant the attraction of a thread
or hair. The wick of a candle is wet
with grease because the melted tallow
runs up the cotton from capillary attrac
tion. A cotton handkerchief would not
do as well as a linen, because the coarse
fibres of cotton have very little capillary
attraction and are very bad conductors;
in consequence of which, the heat of the
face would be increased, rather than di
minished,by the use of a cotton handker
chief.
The earth is a very bad conductor ol
heat, because its particles are not continu
ous, and the power ot conducting heat
depends upon the continuity ol matter.
The earth below the surface is warmer in
winter than the surface it sell, because it
is a bad eouductor of heat; and, then
fore, although the ground be frozen, the
frost never penetrates, in our latitude,
more than a few inches below tue surface.
In high latitudes the earth is frozen to
the depth of several feet.
“Banner of the South,” —This es
timable paper is now a regular visitor to
our sanctum. Several persons have
asked us how and where to send money.
The Banner is published in Augusta, Ga.,
and the terms are $3 per annum, and
81,50 for six months.
No paper is more devoted to the inter
est of the w’hite people of the South, and
no man is any more devotedly attached
to our section and its interests, than 1 ather
A. J.Ryan. The “Conqueredßanner,”
and indeed every poem from his pen,
conics to us like some mourning fiom our
buried great. —Bcrryville ( Va.) Journal.
They say there are tropical flowers
that expand with a perceptible sound.
The full opening of the blossom of love is
generally audible in a kiss.
[For the Banner of the South.]
An Irish Maiden’s Love.
Not in joy could I forget thee,
For the pulses of my heart
Can thrill with gladness only
While they tremble where thou art.
There are many wiles of magic,
Taught t>y fairies ’neath the skies,
But I find ;ay spell of beauty
In a pair of Irish eyes.
Not in griei could I forget thee; j.
It would not be hard to bear;
Nor the the rear-drops half so bitter
If the tli' ught of thee were there.;
Nor the thorny way so toilsome,
Nor so wearisome the strife,
With thy tenderness the beacon
And the promise of my life.
Not in time could I forget thee,
For the brightness of thy smile
Is a memory forever,
And a beauty all the while.
They may talk of Friendship’s treason —
Words are worthless —truth is strange;
There’s a tenderness, Mavourneen,
Time can never touch or change.
Wealth could not tempt me from thee,
For no weight of yellow gold
Can be meted in the measure
With a conscience never sold,
With an honor all untarnished
In the world’s polluted mart;
No, I find my mine of riches
In an honest Irish henrt
Blessings rest upon thee brightly;
As the dew of even lies,
May no sorrow ever darken
The bine heaven of thine eyes,
For in every thought I hold thee
Above all, where e’er thou art,
And I love thee with the fulness
Os an Irish Maiden’s heart.
Pensee.
[The following little sketch, or Scottish legend, is
from the pen of a very young Lady, and her first
attempt.]
THE HAUNTED CASTLE.
BY IOXA.
I.
Many years ago, there stood upon the
northeastern coast of Scotland, an ancient
Castle, evidently built in the time of
Duncan. It was now, however, at the
time of my story, still in a very good
condition. It was situated on an emi
nence, overlooking the sea to the right,
while to the left rose the Grampian llills.
The present occupant of the Castle, Lord
Banff, was a very aged man a id, with the
exception of his daughter, tue lovely Eve
lyn, the last of his line. Lord Banff
was very stern and harsh in his disposi
tion, often terrifying the simple tenants
by his harshness and cruelty; for, in
those days, a Castle was, in a measure, a
province, and each Lord, or Baron, ex
ercised the same authority in his own do
minions as a King. Evelyn, his daugh
ter, was a beautiful Scotch blonde, and as
much loved by the peasants as his father
was feared by them. Left at an early
age without a mother’s tender love, she
grew up under her father’s stern guid
ance. She inherited all her mother’s
gentleness, with just enough of her father’s
character to make her firm when occa
sion called for her to exercise firmness.
Let fancy convey us back through the
gloomy vista of years to the time when
our sketch opens. Sitting on a ledge,
overlooking the sea, is Evelyn. Anxiety
and grief are plainly legible in her ex
pressive features. But, let us listen :
“ Oh! that I could die—die to escape a
fate worse than death ; for what could
be worse than wedding a man that I
abhor and detest—one that 1 cannot re
spect, to say nothing of love? And, oh!
Edwin, my loved one ! why is my father
so opposed to him ? Is he not noble ?
Is he not good ? Is he not brave and
generous? Why may I not die ? Is it
wrong to die when my life is so misera
ble and unhappy here—a burden I can
not sustain ? No ; there is peace there,”
pointing to the sea ; “ deep, deep peace.
I will lay down this mockery of life.
Perhaps, when he knows that I am gone,
lie will regret that he was so harsh.
Perhaps lie will think then of the young
life he blighted, and which he could have
made so happy. My Edwin, may we
meet again where there is no parting.”
She sprang forward as she spoke, and
the next moment would have been be
neath the wave, Lad not a strong arm in
terposed and held her back. Evelyn
uttered a cry of despair, aud sank down
on the cold rock.
11.
When Evelyn again opened her eyes,
Edwin was bending over her. With a
cry of joy, she threw herself in his arms.
Recovering herself, she looked up, blush
ing, and said :
• « Why did you keep ine from death ?
I should have been happy there.”
“ Foolish girl, you know not what you
say. For the suicide there is no happi
ness no peace. Could your Edwin
have been happy if you had consum
mated your purpose ? No; ‘ for the liv
ing there is hope.’ Let us hope, my
dearest Evelyn.”
“ Alas ! for me there is no hope,” she
replied; “ death would be a merciful
release.”
“Is there no hope of your father’s re
lenting, and consenting to our union?”
“ None ; none. He told me to-day,
ah! so cruelly, that I should wed Lord
Dunstan, under pain of disinheritance ;
and forbid my ever mentioning you again.”
“ Oh, well, dear Evelyn, as to disin
heriting you, you need trouble yourself
not the least. I have ample fortune for
both of us, and I am equal in birth and
title to any one in Scotland, save the
King ; and as to wedding Lord Dunstan,
you shall not, if it is against your will.
But why, dear Evelyn, may I ask, is
your lather so opposed to me ?”
“ Edwin, my father bears your family
a deadly hatred for some cause, which he
will not divulge.”
“ Strange, very strange ; but, Evelyn,
I have something to ask you. Your
father will not give his consent to our
union at home, but desires you to marry
a man whom you abhor. There is but
one way for either of us to enjoy happi
ness, and that is in the union of our hearts
and hopes.”
“ Yes, dear Edwin, but that may not
be; there is no way for us ever”—
“Yes there is, Evelyn ; listen.”
He whispered a few words in her ear.
It was electrical. She looked up in her
lover’s face, confidingly, and placed her
hand in his.
“ I must go now,” she said.
“ Well; remember.”
He kissed her fair brow, and, waving
his hand, disappeared. She too flitted on
through the gathering gloom of the castle.
111.
The night was calm and clear. The
moon cast a silvery radiance on Castle,
landscape, and sea. Nothing but the
subdued murmur of the waves was to be
heard, when, cautiously and silently, a
boat rowed out from under a projecting
rock. It contained but two persons,
whom wc can easily recognize as Edwin
and Evelyn. Silently and swiftly, it
moved, both occupants observing the
strictest silence. On, od, they went for
some distance. At last, Edwin spoke :
“My dearest Evelyn, ere day dawns, we
will be out of the reach of pursuit. By
to-morrow evening, we will be married,
and then we will repair to my Castle.
Are you not glad that I saved you from
the death of the suicide.”
“ Dear Edwin, pray cease talking of
that dreadful subject. I must have been
insane, but I was so miserable.”
“Dear girl, it is a wonder you stood
it as well as you did.”
Here, Evelyn glancing towards the sky,
exclaimed :
“ Edwin, see yonder cloud ; it has
arisen very quickly ; when we came out
there was not a cloud to be seen.”
“ Yes, it has arisen quickly, and is ap
proaching rapidly,” said Edwin with
alarm. “ I fear wc shall have a storm.”
A terrific black cloud had arisen in the
west. In a short time the sea began to
grow dark and turbid, and a low moan
ing sound came creeping over the waste
of waters ; the wind blew furiously ; the
little boat was tossed and battered about
at the mercy of the winds. Edwin did
all he could towards keeping it afloat, hut
one after another his oars snapped, and
soon they were at the mercy of the piti
less storm. Evelyn sat perfectly still,
awaiting the fate she now saw was inevi
table. When Edwin’s last oar snapped
in twain, and the angry waves dashed over
the little vessel, he gave up all hope, and,
kneeling together, they twined their arms
around each other, and offered up their
prayers in unison to the Being ‘ who
holds the storm in the hollow of his
hand.’ Presently there came a crash,
the boat sank beneath the waves, and
the mighty ocean rolled over them, as
they sank forever. A ship passing that
way a few days afterwards, picked up the
bodies of the unfortunate lovers. They
were recognized and carried back to
Banff Castle. When Lord Banff saw the
corpses of his daughter and her lover
brought into his Castle, he became insane,
and, disappearing on a dark and stormy
night, was never heard of again. The
tenantry afterwards declared they heard
strange noises in the Castle at night,
O O'
and imagining they saw Lord Banff' and
the lovers flitting around the Castle, it
was soon deserted, and fell into a rapid
state of decay, giving rise to the name of
“ The Haunted Castle.”
Nothing annoys a man more than to
be eagerly questioned when he conies
home tired. Give him a neatly served
diuner, or a pair of easy slippers, and a
cup of tea, aud let him eat and drink in
peace, and in time he will tell you, of his
own proper motion, all you wish to know.
But if you begin the attack too soon, the
chances are that you will be rewarded by
curtly spoken monosyllables. Put down
that piece of wisdom in your note book,
girls; it will serve you well some day.
WIT AND_HUMOR.
A person passing through a certain
town, and observing upon a door the
name of “ Has well,” remarked that the
gentleman’s name would be as well with
out the H.
We like to hear people tell good stories
while they are about it. Read the follow
ing from a Western paper : “ In the late
gale birds were seen hopping about with
all their feathers blown off.” We have
heard of gales at sea where it required
four men to hold the captain’s hair on.
Two persons were once disputing s 0
loudly on the subject of religion, that
they awoke a big dog which had been
sleeping on the hearth before them, and
he forthwith barked most furiously. An
old divine present, who had been quietly
sipping his tea while the disputants wer<*
talking, gave the dog a kick, and exclaim
ed, “Hold your tongue, you silly brute!
you know no more about it than they
do.”
Witty Though Weary. —An honest
Hibernian, whose bank pocket (to use
his own phrase,) had stopped payment,
was forced to the sad necessity of peram
bulating the streets, two nights together,
for the want of a few pence to pay his
lodgings, when, accidentally, hearing a
person talk of the lying-in-hospital, he
cried, “that’s the place for me! for I have
been lying out these two nights past.”
Witty and Frank. — A French actress,
more celebrated for her beauty and her
frankness, than for intelligence and vir
tue, was in the habit of attributing her
inconsistency to her bad luck. “The mo
ment I become really attached to any
body,” she used to say, “I am certain to be
introduced to somebody else whom I like
better.”
Adam’s Fall.— ln a small country town
in Hartford county resides a clergyman
who is the pastor of a small flock, that
esteem him very highly, and whom be is
fond of catechising. A few days since,
while taking a ramble through the village,
he stopped at the house of oue of his par
ishioners, and, after the usual salutation
had beeu exchanged, the conversation ran
as follows :
“Well, Sister W , can you tell me
how Adam fell ?”
The lady commenced to smile audibly
aud finally replied: “Why, my dcu;
Doctor, “you’re not serious ?”
“Very serious, indeed,” responded tL
doctor.
Mrs. W , whose husband’s name
happens to be Adam, replied: “Wc.
well, you will have it, Doctor. You
Adam went to climb over the fence tL
other night to go to Deacon M ’s f.r
a bottle of whiskey, when an oar lying on
the ground took iiis foot. Over Ada;
fell , and barked his shin, and that’s tL.
whole truth of the matter.”
A droll fellow was asked by an of
lady to read the newspaper, and, taking:
up, began as follows :
Last night, yesterday morning, abou:
two o’clock in the afternoon, before
breakfast, a hungry boy, about forty
years old, bought a sip custard for a lev
and through a brick wall nine feet thie.-:
and, jumping over it, broke his right
ankle off above the left knee, fell int
dry mill pond, and was drowned. A! >
forty years after that, on the same da;-
an old cat had nine turkey goblers
high wind blew Yankee Doodle on an
ing pan, and knocked the old Du:
churn down, and killed a sow and [V I
dead pigs at Boston, where a deaf -
dumb man was talking French to ■
aunt Peter.
The old lady, taking a long breat
exclaimed—“Du tell!”
“Mary, my love, do you remember'
text this morning?” “No, papa, 1 n
can remember the text, I’ve su a a
memory.” “Mary,” said her mother,
you notice Susan Brown ?” “Oh, ,
what a fright ! She had her last yea
bonnet done up, a pea-green silk, aL f
lace mantilla, brown gaiters, aniuiuu-:
Honitou collar, a lava bracelet, her
ear drops, and such a fan! ob,
Mother—“ Well, my dear, your mem •
is improving.”
An Unprejudiced Tribunal'' 1
of the questions in the appeal of _ j
Dowling Mulcahy was, whether a w- 11 -
sixty years of age was disqualified tv q «
from discharging the functions ot a ju
Four law lords sat to deterim 111
question. Os three of them the ag
as follows :
Lord Cranworth, 78.
Lord Chelmsford, 75.
Lord Colonsay, 74. L|
The decision was that a young u- 1 ; 1J
60 was perfectly competent to I
any function connected with the J
tration of justice. -
j Dub An Irishman , July 11 '