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as I have given a great supply of these My 11th, 10th, 9th, and 2d, is a common thing the last month, I must pass them by, at

with boys in winter. least for the present.

My 6th, 4th, and 5th, is one of the elements.

My whole is the name of a great warrior. The following letter contains a suggestion that I shall certainly comply and should be happy to hear from Ber

I am quite pleased with the following, with. The idea is a very good one.

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very often. MR. ROBERT MERRY:

CHARADE.
I have just learned to read, and I wish you
would put some little stories in your Museum, My first 's the end of him whose wife
such as I can understand. My sister Jane reads Was turned one day to salt;
it, and she likes it very much, but it has too And doubtless, if the truth must out,
many long words for me. Won't you put in My fourih 's the end of malt.
two or three pages for me, every month? I My second, if you will believe it,
shall then like you very much.

Essential is to rest ;
Lucy A-

My third, -and you can well conceive it,

Is that which you love best.
Washington, March 23, 18.12.

My fisth--my last-—'t is found in heavenDEAR MR. MERRY :

'Tis found, alas! in hell; My mother has just commenced taking your And though not in an oyster met, Magazine for me, and I like it very much. The It lives in every shell. March number was very long in coming, but Already hath my humble name when it did come it was very interesting. Ev- In these brief lines been set; ery number that I get, I always look for Philip But modest merit 's overlooked, Brusque and the Siberian Sable-Hunter. I was

And you don't see me yet! glad to find them both in this number. I hope I am the greatest earthly good, that the story of Philip Brusque will not long The only path to glory,be discontinued, it is so interesting. The puz- Come, gentle reader, guess my name, zles, with some help, I found out; and I set

And keep me e'er before thee! - BERTHA. my wits to work and made one. Perhaps you will think it worth putting in the Museum ; so

The letter from J. A. is very gratifyhere it is, I am composed of 11 letters. My ing, so I give it an insertion. 4th, 5th, 1st, 20, is an article much used in winter. My 11th, 1st, 13th, 14th, 8th, an ancient

Petersburgh, Va., March 2, 1812. poet. My 6th, 7th, 10ih, 11th, 8th, the worst MR. Merry: of passions. My 3d, 6th, 10th, 12th, a celebra. I have just begun to take your Museum, and ted authoress. My 9th, 3d, 1st, 6th, a purifier. I like it very much. I think you tell stories very My whole, our nation's scourge.

much as Peter Parley did. I like Parley's books ANOTHER BLACK-EYED FRIEND. so much that I called my little dog Peter Parley.

He died some time ago, and now I am going to MR. Rorekt Merrr:

get another, and I intend to call it Robert MerThe following puzzle is from three subscrib- ry. I hope you won't be offended at this, for ers for Merry's Museum for 1842, and it will we always call dogs after famous people. I oblige them to see it in the May number. think the best of your stories is the Sable

H. T. C. Hunter, but I really wish you would go on with
E. J. S. it a little faster.

JAMES A
J. W. C.

The following is inserted, not because
I am a word of 13 letters.

it is a very famous specimen of poetry My 3d, 12th, 13th, 5th, 12th, and 9th, is the but because it is written by quite a young name of one of the ex-presidents of the United States.

person, and shows a very tender feeling My 1st, 8th, 13th, and 9th, is a name com

ON A DEAD RABBIT. mon with the female sex. My 4th, 5th, 12th, and 13th, is the name of

Once upon a time, a metal.

When I was in my prime, My 7th, 9th, 6th, and 2d, is the name of an

I had a rabbit white as milk, other.

And its hair was soft as silk.

One morn I went to feed it,
There was no rabbit there
And long I hunted after it,
Looking everywhere.
One day, when I was wandering,
Something met my eye,

It was my little rabbit,
Hung on a tree close by.
But oh! I can't relate it-
That pretty one was dead;
And sadly did I bury it,
In a lonely, narrow bed!

“FAR AWAY”—THE BLUEBIRD'S SONG. *

MUSIC COMPOSED FOR MERRY's MUSEUM. I dwelt in climes where flowers bloom, And know 3 - 4

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home, was far a - way–But home, sweet home, was

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way.

I sat upon the topmost bough

Gay birds around sang many a song, At peep of dawn, as I do now,

And cheerful notes rang loud and longAnd tried to sing a cheerful lay

But oh, my heart tuned every lay But no- - 't was ever “far away!

To plaintive airs of “far away!" I loved that land of fruits and flowers,

The brook came laughing down the dell, Where spring and summer twine their bowers, Yet sad to me its joyous swell; And gentle zephyrs round them play

And though its chime made others gay, But my birth-tree was far away!

I only thought of “far away!Far north, where I was born and bred,

And now, returned, how dear the hours, My winged thoughts were ever fled;

Though chill the wind and bare the bowers; And, spurning joys that round me lay, Yet this is home; and that sad lay I sighed for pleasures far away!

I sing no more of—"far away!

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A lady listening to the notes of a harp.

The sense of Hearing. The sense of hearing lies in the ear, Now at the bottom of a winding cavithe organs of which are contrived with ty in the ear is a delicate organ called admirable skill and ingenuity. The air is the drum, which is affected by every capable of being moved so as to produce motion of the air, however slight; and a rapid shaking or vibration. Such a which, by means of nerves, conveys to movement of the air is made by the ex- the brain the perception of such motion. plosion of a gun, by the human voice, &c. It is by this means that we hear distant Thus vibration of the air with the per- as well as near sounds, and often know ception of it, is what we call sound. what is going on even beyond the reach

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of sight. Hearing, then, is only perceiv- gratification we sometimes enjoy at ing vibrations or quick motions of the hearing the voice of a dear friend! air, and sound is only such vibration, What enjoyment we derive from music! with the perception of it.

Beside all this, language, which is the The delicacy and perfection of the great vehicle of thought, is communimechanism of the ear are so great, that cated by the ear. It is true that after by its power we not only are able to they are formed we commit words to distinguish the vibrations of the air, paper; but these are only signs of caused by the voice of one person, from sounds previously formed. Without those produced by that of another, but hearing we could have no speech, and even to distinguish the vibrations pro- all would be dumb; without speech there duced by one string of a musical instru- could be no writing, no books. How ment from those of another. It is owing vastly, then, is the circle of our knowto the perfection of this mechanism that ledge and our pleasures enlarged by this we are able to distinguish musical notes, sense, and how does the goodness and to judge of the distance of sounds, to the wisdom of the Creator appear in bediscriminate between the several songs stowing upon his creatures such a wonof the orchard and the grove.

derful and beneficent gift! Most quadrupeds have long ears, which they can move forward and back with great ease, so as to distinguish with

"Fresh Flowers." quickness and accuracy the species of sounds, and the nature and situation of This is the pleasant title of a pleasant the animals or objects which produce book, which a kind friend has sent me. them. If notice a cat or dog, or

There is a resemblance between bright you even a horse, you will observe that the thoughts and bright blossoms, between ear is very active, seeking to gather in- the world of poetry and the world of formation as to what is going on around. roses, and honeysuckles, and lilacs, and The ears of the hare and rabbit are pe- lilies: and therefore the title of this book culiarly fitted to the use of such timid is not only pretty, but appropriate. Let creatures.

any one read the following, and he We observe that children seem often will see that such a book may well bear inattentive to sounds, and that they are

the title of “ Fresh Flowers." very fond of noise. The reason is this:

TALK AMONG THE FLOWERS. the bones of their ears are soft, and therefore not sonorous; accordingly,

"Do flowers talk?” said Caroline;

"I never hear their sense of hearing is dull. When

Voices from mine. they appear inattentive, they do not

Mamma, you said the flowers told hear; yet the exercise of the sense is Wondrous things, both new and old.” pleasant, and therefore loud noises de

“ Sweet voices come from every flower, light them. For this reason it is that

That blooms in garden, they usually speak loud, and, when sev

Wood or bower; eral of them are together, they seem to be

Sweet, silent voices, Caroline: much gratified with making an uproar.

Come then and listen, daughter mine." The sense of hearing is not only of

“I will to you a story tell, the greatest use to us in the serious

And you must mind

The moral well; business of life, but it is the source of an

'T will teach you a bright lesson, child, infinite number of pleasures. What

From garden flowers, and blossoms wild."

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Not far from the borders of a dark the garden flowers, but he darts his wood, was a bright and cheerful-looking beams through green boughs, and they

, garden. Flowers were there, of every come to us in tenfold beauty, scattered hue and form, growing and rejoicing be- in a golden shower; and in the still neath the beams of the summer's sun. night, the stars look down between the Ah, how happy we are !” said the tops of the tall trees, and gaze silently

, marigold to the larkspur.

and lovingly upon us." “Xere we bloom and soar upward al- The wood fowers heard the silvery most to the very sun," said a family of tones of the golden-rod with glee, as he sun-flowers.

recounted their blessed sources of deYes, and climb as high as the sky,” light. cried a convolvolus and jasmine, who “ We have music too,” said he, “such had wound themselves round a tall prin- as never floats through garden airs. cess-feather.

We listen to the wind, as it sighs “How brilliant and stately we are,” through the pines, and waves the bowsaid the proud dahlia. 6. We are ad- ery branches of the oak and maple; for mired far more than those pale flowers each tree is a separate harp, that gives that grow in yonder wood."

forth its own sweet melodies." "I pity the poor faded things," whis. Then all the flowers that grew by the pered a bright coreopsis.

brook said, “Hear the music of the wa“I look down upon them,” said a ters, as they dash along over the rocks, fierce tiger-lily.

and look on them as they reflect the sun“ The sun loves the garden flowers light upon us, and make us bright and best,” said a pansy of great beauty, to beautiful.” some sweet mignionette; “let us be And the little mosses called out from glad that our home is in this bright the shades, "O let us always grow in place.”

the greenwood, and live in its shadows, “I will ring a peal for very happi- and delight in its sweet voices.". ness," replied a gay Canterbury bell; Then the ferns waved joyfully, and for how could we exist in the gloom of the clematis clung round the elder in a that forest ?

close embrace; and they blessed them. “Let us be merry and glad that we selves that they lived amid the lights and are not wood flowers,” shouted they all, shades of the forest. with a musical laugh that rung through Then spoke the “lilies of the field” to the wood and made the wild-flowers the little blue-eyed grass, that was lookwonder.

ing up into the sky: “How merry are A bright golden-rod, that grew on the we in the meadows, where grows all edge of the forest, with his friend the as- that is greenest and freshest. Happiter, heard this conversation, and felt the ness pervades and fills the universe. It injustice of it. Gracefully bowing his is above us with the birds and the clouds, yellow plures, he exclaimed, " Indeed, around us with every flower and green you do not know us; our life is the hap- leaf and blade of grass. Let man take piest in the world. In the deep woods, a lesson from our kingdom and be wise; sheltered from the storm and heat, by for all here are happiest in the place althe towering trees that soar above uslotted to them by their Creator.” like guardian angels, we live in peace and beauty. The sun does not always The following contains a very beautibathe us in a flood of light as he does ful thought, and it is expressed with a

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