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8 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 '