1 207. (A weighed down) (up on tea) (he) (swan) E (river) Away down on the Swanee River. 208. 1. Celebes. 2. Angola. 3. Rouen. 4. Ararat. 5. Cincinnati. 6. Carthagena. 7. Armstrong. 8. Santiago - CARRACCAS, SANTIAGO. 209. (C 100 in C = 100 in a T) Cincinnati. 210. Mote, open, tend, ends. 211. All's well that ends well. 212. The Lake Shore Series. 213. (K) (pan) Cape Ann. 214. Nurse, ruse, use, us. 215. (Butt) (end) (dead) (fowl in many A's) (scale) (leaf) (foal) (500=D) But ended foul in many a scaly fold. 216. Charm, harm, arm, mar. 217. Whirlwind. REVERSIONS. 228. Reverse a fox, and get a small spot. 229. Reverse an insect, and get an instrument of punishment. 230. Reverse evil, and get a fish. 231. Reverse a measure, and get a fabulous bird. 232. Reverse an extremity, and get an abyss. 233. Reverse a chest, and get the beak of a bird. 234. Reverse a small village, and get a goad. 235. Reverse a kind of cloth, and get a leopard. 236. Reverse a city in Massachusets, and get an Austrian general. The initials form a city in New Jersey, the finals one in New York: 238. 1. A town in Massachusetts. 2. A river of France. 3. A battle-field in South Carolina. 4. A country of Europe. 5. A city of Canada. 6. A river of Germany. 7. A town in Virginia. CAPTAINS JINKS AND CUTTLE. OMA us. — We notice two Pen-holders in the field; of course the second one will yield to the origiG. Ander is A. Funny mistake, wasn't it? - Little Bo Peep has sent something good, but is it original? De Grasse wants Penholder to translate Perfringo: what's up now? Harry's rebus is too painful! One ache at a time is sufficient. - Jack Spratt's doubles are under our editorial microscope. Charles M. James's letter is received. We have noticed all letters ever received from Chow Chow. We have been very much pleased with a very well written little story by our young friend J. Carleton Everett. For a "twelveyear old" it certainly was remarkable in composition, plot, penmanship, and neatness, and the little fellow promises well to be an author of no small merit. We are proud of such boys, and wish them all happiness and usefulness. MAHA is added to our list of nephews.nal. G. W. S., of Hingham, sends a very pretty rebus, but it is rather too easy; few of his age could do as well. The possessive of Davis is Davis's, and the additional "S" should be sounded in pronunciation. While authorities differ somewhat as to the possessive of words ending in "s," the weight of opinion is as we have given. - Jack Spratt's No. 9 is A. Young Toots is welcome. Pen-holder and Y. H. A., little too easy. It is remarkable how many "cross-words we receive from our friends; but as they all are for head work, we don't complain! Royal Ralph and all others will please N. B. Dick Shinerry's rebus may see daylight, but our future tense is very elastic. Snug thinks it unfair for boys to give their names for correspondents, and then not answer the letters sent them; we agree with Snug. Charley S. discourses satirically on man, but hardly in the style for our pages. - B. Steele frankly says his rebus is not original; this is the right way. Clarence's little rebus is all right. Herbert is comparatively good. Maxwell has our thanks. - Hurry up with answers to the prize puzzle, boys and girls. Ariel, as usual, has a neatly-drawn rebus. Wild Bill and Eagle Plume work well together, at least on paper. Daniel Boone can have the numbers from January 1 to April 1 for sixty-five cents, he paying postage. It would have given us pleasure to have attended the convention at Newark; but we find the old motto true, "Business before pleasure," and our "business" is to take good care of Our Boys and Girls. Captain Joe is prompt, and abundant with his rebuses. Does he remember our hint to concentrate upon one the time and brains put upon several? In this way we shall have excellent head work. Cockney is so very complimentary and cordial that we feel like shaking him- by the hand. "Our Leisure Moments "shows busy brains, and is creditable to the proprietors. Fighting Joe is rather late with his answers, but they are good. A kind word to our young John B. Session's pretty letter is very creditable to him. - Jerry Jingle has an ambition to write for amateur papers; his address is Box 177, Hudson City, New Jersey.. - Our Jersey Friend looks well in its yellow jacket. Paul Pry has been silent so long that we feared he had forsaken us; but he is once. more on hand. The grammatical rebus by Harry V. Pollock is A. The "National Game" is resting a while, which will account for the non-appearance of some letters on the subject. Tempest, Hautboy, and Lionel are publishing the Boys' Gazette, at 1617 Pine Street, Philadelphia. WISH CORRESPONDENTS. R. Allen Maxwell, Box 46, South Orange, New Jersey (stamps). -Y. Z., Box 207, Oneida, N. Y.Herbert W. Smyth, Wilmington, Del. (boys' papers). - George Mainord, Box 358, Peekskill, Westchester Co., N. Y. - Calvin, Jr., north-east corner Twelfth and Melon Streets, Philadelphia (stamps). - George H. Griffith, Editor North Star, Box 417, Winona, Minn. Charley Allen, Haverhill, Mass. Winn, Windsor, Vt. (on stamps).. M. Tilly, Rutland, Vt. (printers). — O. O. Jr., Box 8, Bergen City, N. J. Charles S. Douglass, 247 West Thirty-fourth Street, New York City (on printing). OUR BOYS GIRLS IN OLIVER OPTIC, Editor. FROM OUR NOTE-BOOK. N our note-book, kept for many years, are some scattered items that are entertaining. For instance, here is an anecdote related by an acquaintance of the parties concerned, which greatly amused us at the time. When James Sullivan, attorney-general, was candidate for the office of Governor of Massachusetts, in order to get votes he turned in favor of the "Jacobins," so called. Soon after this turn in his political fever, some waggish person, with ingenuity worthy of a college sophomore, took the sign-board of a Mr. Callender, a turner of wood, &c., and fastened it to the sign of Mr. Sullivan, so that the whole read, JAMES SULLIVAN'S OFFICE. All kinds of Turning done here, to the great amusement of people in general, and mortification of Mr. Sullivan in particular. A relative of one of the parties told me this good story of Whitefield, the celebrated preacher. The Rev. Dr. Chauncy, of Boston, disliked Whitefield very much; considered him as a ranting man and enthusiast, and not belonging to the true church. Soon after Mr. Whitefield had landed, on one of his visits to this country, he and Dr. Chauncy met in the street. They both touched their hats with great dignity, and the following laconic dialogue took place. Says Dr. Chauncy, in a gruff voice," So you have returned, your honor!" "Yes, reverend sir!" "I am sorry to hear it!" "So is the devil!" and they touched hats and passed on. We recall a few anecdotes of some of the old ministers near our native place. A ministers' meeting was in session at the house of the late Father Ainsworth, of Jaffrey, N. H. The subject of disinterested benevolence was under discussion: when in the midst of it, Father Sprague, of Dublin, - the identical man who pulled up his beans, and, turning them end for end, set them out again, as he thought they were growing wrong end up, — rode up to the door. Mr. Ainsworth went out and accosted him in this way: "Mr. Sprague, you are just in season; we want your opinion as to whether there can be such a thing as dis interested benevolence." Mr. Sprague thought a moment, and answered, "Yes, I think ther can." "Give an instance, then," was the request. "Well," said Mr. Sprague, "here you have been preaching in Jaffrey for a great many years, and all this time the people have been paying you a salary. Isn't that disinterested benevolence on their part?" He then dismounted from his horse and joined the meeting. There was at this time a circle of ministers in that part of the state, who, while they were men of undoubted piety, kept the southern part of New Hampshire on a broad grin, and their witticisms and oddities are told with much interest by the "oldest inhabitants." The names of Ainsworth, Sprague, Miles, and many others will be long remembered. It was Rev. Mr. Miles who told his hearers, one Sabbath day, that their "hearts were harder than Lyndeboro' rocks;" and he was the one, who, having been told that his people talked of raising his salary, announced from the pulpit that he " begged they would do no such thing, for he had so much trouble in getting the little they then paid him, he knew not what he should do if they gave him more!" We remember, in our boyhood, hearing one of these eccentric clergymen, who died a few years ago, say in the pulpit, after reading a long hymn, and looking at it for some time, as if thinking how many stanzas to request the choir to sing, at last, slowly raising his head, and fixing his eyes on the singers, "Well, you may sing the whole of it; you rather sing than hear the old man preach!" This was hardly true, for the good "old man" was a favorite wherever he went. He was loved by all children; and one of my earliest recollections is of eating raisins picked out of his mince pie, as we sat in a high chair beside him at table. As we grow older, do we not sigh for those early days?—those days of innocent fun and merriment; of cob-houses and dirty faces; of bare feet and mud pies; of rocking-horses and rocking-cradles; of little "turnovers" and green apples; and of all the thousand and one delights of boyhood's days; and then the little miseries we used to undergo, which made our little hearts big with emotion, how we look back and smile at all those things, and wish we could live them over again! And do we not sometimes think that "the happiest time was then" and true it is, that "Ne'er shall we others see |