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8 YOUTHS’ DEPARTMENT* Charade. My first is in general favor, Os many kinds and various flavor; To find my second pick up a book, Or on the keys of your piano look; My third is a leaf that comes from abroad, Gathered, and dried, then, strange to say, poured. Os my whole I can certainly say. To have it and keep it you have only to pray. Answer next week. Torisdale, near rhiladelphia, 1868. ENIGMA—No. 44. I am composed of 27 letters : My 25, 12, 11, 24, IG, 19, 8, 16, was a celebrated Theban Prophet. My 9,2, 7, 21, 23, 4, 13, was a Celes tial Deity. My 5, 27, 18, is a river in Italy. My 26, 22, 12, 17, 3, G, was a son of Neptune. . My 20, 15, 14,10, was a Terrestrial Deity. * My 9,5, 1, 19, is a religious sect of Persia # My whole is the name of a cclebiated Priest of the Catholic Church. J. 11. F. Answer next week. GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA—No. 45. ACROSTICAL. I am composed of 14 letters: My 1,2, 2, is a lake in Ireland. My 2,9, 4,2, 14, is a town in Han over, . . My 3,2, 3,8, 12, is a city in Switz erland. My 4,2, 8,4, is a gulf of Asia. My 5,7, 11, 8, 14, is an island off the northwest coast of Ireland. My 6,2, 7, 14, is the capital of a Re public of Europe. My 7,2, 4, is a sea east of Africa. Mv 8,4, 2, 14, is a gulf of Africa My 9,8, 14, is an island in the Irish Sea. My 10, 2, 14, 14, 2, is a city m Soudan. My 11, 8,3, 2,2, is a river of Asia. My 12, 13, 14, 8, is a river in Siberia. My 13, 3,8, is a city of the Bur mese Empire. My 14, 2,3, 8,4, is a Territory of the United States. * My whole is one of A irginia s most gifted sons. Mary. Answer next week. St. Joseph’s Acadermj, Columbus, Ga., 1868. REBUS. If the B nit put: If the B . putting: 1 U. A. P. Answer next week. Augusta, Ga., 1868. Answers to Last Week’s Enigmas, To Enigma No. 42.—Bingham School— Malo—Sibi —Alba—-Longa--Homo — Cano. To Enigma No. 43.—“A Stitch in Time saves Nine”—Titian—ltasca —Lever —Minnie—Him —Savannah. To First Poetical Charade —Con-tent. To Second Poetical Charade —0 B D N N (Obedience.) -#-• Answers by Correspondents.—Cob bie Hood, Cuthbert, Ga., to Enigma No. 39 ; J. P. M., Atlanta, Ga., to Nos. 36, 39, 40, and 41; H. N. H., Selma, Ala., to Nos. 39, 40, and 41; E. 0., Osyka, Miss., to No. 37 ; Fuller’s Court, Montgomery, Ala., to Conundrum in No. 21; M.E.F. C., Savannah, Ga., to Enigma No. 36; G. B. P., Savannah, Ga., to Nos. 36 and 37 ; “ Devil of the Stanford (Ky.) Ban nerT to No. 37 ; J. P. Y., Atlanta, Ga.- to Nos. 39, 40, and 41 ; IJ. A. P., An, gusta, Ga., to Nos. 40, 41, and 42. [Prepared for the Banner of the South by Uncle Buddy.] FAMILIAR SCIENCE. HEAT —CONTINUED. Hot tea and broth are cooled faster by being stirred : Ist, Because the agi tation assists in bringing its hottest par ticles to the surface ; 2d, The action of stirring agitates the air and brings it more quickly to the broth or tea; and 3d, As the hotter particles are more rap idly brought into contact with the air, therefore convection is more rapid. Blow ing tea or broth cools it on the same prin ciple. If a shutter be closed during the day, the stream of light piercing through the crevice, seems in constant agitation. This is because little motes, or particles of dust, thrown into agitation by the vio lence of the convective currents, are made visible by the strong beam of light thrown into the room through the crevice of the shutter. When potatoes are boiled, those at the top cook sooner than those near ‘the fire, because: Ist, The hottest particles of the water rise to the top of the boiler, and the coldest particles sink to the bottom ; and 2d, The top of the boiler is always enveloped with very hot escaping steam, in consequence of which the potatoes are subjected to more intense heat than those at the bottom of the boiler. Milk boils more quickly than water, because it is a thicker liquid, and, conse quently, less steam escapes through the milk than the water; therefore, the beat of the whole mass of the milk rises more quick ly. Another reason is that as soon as the milk becomes heated, a thin skin forms over the surface ot the milk, which pre vents the escape of the steam, and, there fore, heats the mass of the milk more quickly. CHANGE OF STATE. By change of state, we mean that change which a substance undergoes on expo sure to heat. Thus, cold water may be made to boil ; or, if the temperature be 'reduced, to freeze. Some solid substances, such as wax, or metal, change their state and liquify by heat. Melted wax becomes hard when cold, because the particles collapse, and, being more closely packed together form a solid. The difference between a liquid and a solid is this: In a solid the particles adhere more closely than in a liquid. The tendency of heat is to drive particles of matter asunder; it thus liquifies solids by separating the particles ot which they are composed. Hot iron will bend more easily than cold, because it is not so solid. r lhe par ticles are driven farther apart by heat, and the attraction of cohesion is thereby weakened; therefore, the particles can be made to move on each more readily. The effect of a greater application of heat would he that the particles would driven so far asunder as to cause the iron to liquify, in which state the particles move among each other with but little resistance. Some substances are solid, other liquid, and other gaseous, because the particles which compose some substances are nearer together than they are in others. Those in which the particles are closest, are solid; those in which they are farthest apart are gaseous ; and the rest are liquid. Heat changes a solid, like ice, first, into a liquid, and then into a gas, be cause heat drives the component parts farther asunder ; hence, a certain quanti ty of heat changes solid ice into a liquid, and a further addition of heat changes the li mid into steam. Steam is invisible ; but when it comes in contact with the air, being condensed into small drops, its vapor instantly be comes visible. You know that steam is invisible, by looking at the spout of a boiling kettle ; there you will find that the steam which issues from the spout is invisible for about half an inch ; after which its vapor be comes visible. Steam is invisible for this distance be cause it is not condensed by the air as it issues from the spout; but when it spreads, and comes in contact with a large volume of air, the invisible steam is readi ly condensed into visible drops. Steam engines burst, or blow up, be cause steam is very elastic ; and this elasticity increases in a greater propor tion than the heat which produces it; unless, therefore, some vent be ireely.al lowed, steam will burst the vessel which confines it. LATENT HEAT. Steam burns so much more severely than boiling water, because it condenses as soon as it is exposed to the coid, and gives out all the heat by which it was produced ; therefore, as one thousand de grees of heat become latent in steam, it gives out that amount when condensed, which is much greater than the heat ot boiling water. There is heat even in it is latent—that is, not perceptible to our senses. Latent is derived from the Latin word lateo, to lie hid. If you cannot perceive heat in ice, you can, nevertheless, know that it exists, because the temperature of ice is 32 de grees by the thermometer ; hut if ice he melted over a fire (although 140 degrees of heat, are absorbed by the process,) it will feel no hotter than octore. ihe 140 de crees of heat, which went into the ice to melt it, is hidden in the water, or, to speak more scientifically, it is stoied up in a latent state. All things contain a vast quantity of latent beat, but as much as 1,140 degrees of heat may remaiu latent in water. This amount ol heat can be added to water without being perceptible to our feelings, thus : Ist, 140 degiees of heat are hidden in water when ice is melted by the sun, oi fiic ; ~d, 1,000 more degrees ot heat are sccictcd when water is* converted into steam. Thus, before ice is converted into steam 1,140 degrees of beat become latent. One pint of boiling water,(2l2 deg. ac cordin'*- to the thermometer,) will make eighteen hundred pints of steam ; but the Mißsi ©I fii Mnim steam is no hotter to the touch than boil ing water ; both are 212 deg ; therefore, when water is converted into steam, 1,000 degrees of heat become latent. Hence, before ice is converted into steam, it must contain 1,140 degrees of latent heat. Cold water poured on lime makes it intensely hot, because heat is evolved by the chemical action which takes place when the cold water combines with the lime. Heat is always evolved when a lluid is converted into a solid form. Heat is always absorbed when a solid ie changed into a liquid state. As the water is changed from its liquid form when it is taken up by the lime, therefore heat is given off. This heat was in the water and lime before, but it was in a latent state. It was in the cold water and lime before they were mixed, for all bodies contain heat—the coldest ice as well as the hottest fire. As, for illustration : water is cold and sulphuric acid is cold: but if these two cold liquids be mixed together, they will produce intense heat. EBULLITION. Ebullition, or boiling, is occasioned by the formation of bubbles of vapor within the body of the evaporating liquid, which, by reason of their lightness, rise to the surface, and then break. The boiling point occurs in different liquids at very different temperatures. By the boiling point, is meant the temperature at which liquids become gaseous. Milk boils over more readily than water, because the steam is retained in the boiling milk by a thick skin or scum, which forms on the surface. The accumulation of steam finally bursts this scum, and, in its escape, carries with it the boiling milk. Water simmers before it boils, because the particles of water near the bottom of the kettle being formed into steam sooner than the rest, shoot upward, but are con densed again, as they rise, by the cold water, and produce what is called “sim mering.” O IMAGINATION, BY MRS. SARAH 11. MAXWELL. [concluded ] But let us look within her low-roofed chamber, that seemed to shut her in too closely from this world’s bright and fas cinating stag-e. Why is it, that she is so pale ? Feel-, ing has written its lines in legible char acters upon her whole appearance. Her form, once lithe and round, is attenuated; and sharp lines manifest themselves. Her hands, which were once beautiful, and always moved with grace, were now shrunken and transpa rent; they moved sluggishly, or were folded in her lap. Her features had be come sharp and set, ‘and her large, full, dark eyes, were the speaking index of her soul. Is it possible that Annie, the gay, the laughing, the glad Annie, was the victim of despair ? Watch, and you will see her, in ten days, on a bed of death, self immolated, by an irresistible destiny. "ilcr parents, brothers and sisters, and friends, stand around her; but no sound passes her lips. Her mind and her body have passed away from their reach. All they can do is to look down into those larae, quiet eyes, and feel that she is at peace with her God, and that she is going where the “wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest ” How strange it seemed, then, that she should be here, engaging in the games and romps of her school-day hours, bringing the past again before the mind, and adding another item to the lessons of the imagination. “Were these your happiest days?” said the little man, seated on the pendu lum. “Yes; for they were free from care.” “Would you return to them ?” said lie. “A T o, 1 will not /” I replied. “These, then, are pictures of the imagi nation, that look well in retrospect; but, brought near, would be pushed away like an unsavory dish. O, the da3*s ot our youth!” While he was speaking, a boat ap proached the landing, laden with fruits of various and beautiful kinds. I was filled, for the moment, with the joyous expecta tion of childhood. I advanced eagerly, for the remem brance of the past taught me that I had a claim to them. They handed me a basket of choice peaches, whose cheeks, turned up to the reddened sunset sky, received a deeper tint. My hand was suspended for a choice; each one seemed brightest and best; and as soon as oik* was selected, its beauts faded, and another, which was untouched, was increased. The little man, who evidently thought himself the wisest little man in the world, whispered in my ear: “This is the imagination !” Oranges, then, were placed before me for selection ; but the same trial, and the same disappointment ensued. Grapes next were offered; but they fell from my fingers as they were plucked. The little man laughed in derision, saying, “And this is imagination!” I looked upward at the sky. It was rich with the beauty of evening. Long rays of light extended from the West, over-arching the heavens, and flooding it with a red and purple light. It cast over the earth a soft and super natural glow, that seemed to elevate it; while my own body seemed caught up, by the etherial and heavenly light. “Imagination ! Imagination !” scream ed the little man, laughing in my ear; “nothing but the imagination. You are but dust—a thing of shadows, formed for the darkest corner of a picture.” My mind was gloomy, restless, and sad. As I toiled up the bluff again, I endeavored to knock myself against the stones, to break away from that stupid inertia, which bound me with an iron in fluence. This would not do. I ascended the bluff, and beheld before me the home of my childhood.- I was transported into it; and this was our THIRD DIVE. The room was shaded, so that only a faint light glimmered in through closed curtains, and, as I stood by the door, I heard the Jow accents of a prayer. It was a prayer of thanks and blessings for a soul born on earth; one trusted to mortal guidance, and a mortal sojourn. I entered into the room, and the place ■had a holy and sanctified air. The child lay, like a snow-drift wafted from another sphere, upon the bed ; and when I saw it, I, too, thanked the Creator that he had sent the little spirit here, to be called by the name of a kinsman, and to warm the heart of the desolate one. She was a bereaved mother. One by one, tender buds had bloomed and drooped around her. They bore upward no tender hopes to a living world; but left within her heart only the same yearning desire | for an earthly child-tie. And this'was the child. The promise for the future was fair; and Hope already j began to play its pranks with the little ! soul. Time curled its tiny ringlets, 1 fanned its soft cheek with the zephyr’s , sweet breath, till it imparted the blush j tinge of innocent joy, and, lighting upon j the eyelids, weighed them down with a j soft, heavenly look, as if they were peep ing down from a world of light, to see if ( this was a place fit to dwell in, or not. I looked on, too; and wondered and dreamed of the future. I saw her, as if in the dream-land, grown up a beautiful maiden, loving and giving joy to those around her. I saw her in youth’s gay, happy dream I saw her, in her maiden bloom, blushing aud modest, with a consciousness of the woman’s life that was within her, folded but eloquent with love. I saw her, once again, by the side of her lover, with his form only half defined. I turned to get a better glance at the should be happy man; but he turned again and again, and seemed like a statue, turning and turning, by the influ ence of my own desires and emotions. She was happy and confiding—he con stant and enduring. From the summit of earthly life, they beheld all things satis fied and calm. “ Let your imagination rest here,” said the little man; “or, rather, let it riot in this store-house of Nature. What are you but a dreamer ? and what is your imagination but a dreamer’s wand, that conjures up the horrible aud the beautiful; and gives yonr mind a feast of the ideal to toy with, while time wags on ?” And lie pointed to the clock above him, that went tick-tack-tick, with an endless monotony of sound. He swung away still, but had a more serious air, when he turned his eyes and saw the hand moving around to the end of the hour. “ We have time for one more dive,” he said, as he gave an additional swing ; and laughed, till it vibrated aud twinkled from the corners ot his eyes. So this is our fourth dive. I stood in a city, thickly peopled—but peopled with the dead. They were laid in their quiet graves. Here was a stately house, well filled. There, another was roofed with rock, paneled with marble, engraved in How ers, inscribed in letters of gold. Here was an obelisk, that towered above others, where a great man had taken his solitary resting place. There, another, rising in symmetrical beauty, but broken half way to show his untimely end. He, heedless of warning, had gone into the presence of the Eternal One; and that, because he could not kill his foe—he was a duellist. Here, was a simple wiiite slab, cover, ing a departed sister, moistened by tears ' and consecrated by love. The mournful box vine and the modest violets, clus tered around, to be a perpetual annual emblem of the death and the life of the departed loved one. Here, rose a more stately edifice, with a veiled figure engraved upon it, whose veil was partly raised by ber own hand Let the emblem speak for itself. She had departed in clouds; may she awake in glorious peace ! And here, was a consecrated spot a mother and her little ones. Enclosed with a rim of stone, and, all within cover- i cd with the sweetest of earth’s offerings i —flowers of various hues, dyed in solar I liglit. But, where was 1 ? By an open grave. Two others were there—the father, who had prayed, and the mother, whose desolate heart had been cheered. His face was thoughtful and his mind was prayerful, still, and calm. The mother’s was invested witli a new light. It was the light of hope and the light of love. I looked for the coffin. It was brought and laid by the open grave that was to clasp it in its quiet depths. My heart yearned to look within it. My impulses told me that I was there. Not I, but my second self—my life, my tender bud that I had plucked from a wilderness of roses, only to bloom for me, The father and mother stood there, with Heaven uplifted hands, but my hands were busy with the dead. I tore away the lid, and saw thelovelv body dead. “ This is the imagination ,” I said, “ and 1 will awake ” “Imagination ! Imagination!” scream ed the little man; and, as he clambered j up the wire again, it gave a wliir—r-r-ring sound; and then, the clock struck one. WIT AND HUMOR. Light infantry—lean babies. Motto for the cider maker—press on- The new India rubber ears for ladies are boxed every night. Mr. Jones writes to a friend; “lam glad to be able to say that my wife is recovering slowly.” The young lady who sang “I wish somebody would come,” has had her desire gratified. Eleven city cousins have ar rived, and intend to stay all the summer. A printer’s devil once went to see a preacher’s daughter. He was much sur prised the next Sunday at hearing her father give out the text, “My daughter i grieviously tormented with a devil.” In Cincinnati, a man wishing to get a cheek cashed, had no one to prove Lit identity. lie exhibited his name upon his shirt, whereat the banker was satis fied and paid over the money. Lost yesterday, a small morocco pock et-book, containing a tailor’s bill for§2o. Any person finding the same will please pay the bill and nothing more will be said. Mr. Patrick O’Flaherty said that his wife was very ungrateful, for “when 1 married her she hadn’t a rag to put on her back, but now she’s covered with ’em. “Can you read smoke, ma?” “Whatdo you mean, my child ?” “Why, I heard some men talk about a volume of smoke, and 1 thought you could read auy volume? A fellow seven feet high passed through Charleston, on his way to California. On being asked why ho ventured on so ha zardous a journey, he replied, “They did not want me at home any longerP A fellow being treated to a glass ol wild cherry wine, exclaimed, as soon a he got the pucker out of his mouth, “gosh I hope them cherries was so wild that the man didn’t catch many of them!" An Irish clergyman once said, wliil-o preaching, “My friends, 1 am just halt ; through my sermon, but as you seem w be tired, the last half will not be more than a quarter as long as the first.” A bachelor sea Captain, who was re marking one day that he wanted a good chief otlicer, was promptly informed by ;• young lady present that she had no ob jections to be his first mate. lie took the hint—and the lady. An orator perspiring freely, in a husky voice, said: “In short, ladies and goutie men, I can only say that I wish 1 had a window in my bosom that you might see the emotions of my heart.” The news papers printed the speech, leaving tue “n” out of the window. “How do you do Mr. Smith?” “Do what?” “Why, how do you find yourself." “I never lose myself.” “Pshaw ! how do you feel? “Pretty smooth, 1 guess —feel me an seed 1 “Good morning, Mr. Smith." “It’s not a good morning; it’s wet and nasty.”