Him to aid all future endeavors at amend- afterwards found many an occasion to rejoice that his curiosity had been thus ment. The prayer was granted. Gradually, punished. but surely, James subdued his fault, and PUZZLES AND ENIGMAS.-ANSWERS TO FORMER ONES. Page 128. 1. A thorn in the foot.-2. Jack-a-lantern.-3. A lady's lips.-4. An egg.-5. Windmill-6. VI. IV. I. V was formerly used for U.-7. The vowels.-8. A watch. 1. From E. G. W. JR. I AM a word of 17 letters. My 11th, 2d and 13th, is a part of a hat; my 3d, 10th, 5th and 17th, is often used for my 9th, 6th, 12th and 8th to climb upon; my 9th, 4th, 8th and 6th, is a part of the body; my 3d, 6th, 9th, 9th, 5th and 17th, is often found on the sea-shore; my 5th, 17th, 9th, 6th, 8th, 7th and 11th, is famed for a kind of tree that grows there; my 12th, 3d, 13th, 5th and 17th, is a fruit; my 13th, 11th, 6th, 11th and 8th, is the name of a man who was distinguished in American history; my 3d, 7th, 16th, 14th, 16th and 10th, is a vegetable which is much used; my 13th, 6th, 15th, and 16th, is what many young misses are; my 9th, 6th and 8th, is a nick name for a boy; my 3d, 2d, 18th, 17th and 15th, is what most of us are using every day. My whole is a great warrior of modern time. 2. My 3d, 2d and 1st, is what loafers sometimes do; my 4th, 7th, 8th and 9th, is worn by ladies; my 6th, 7th, 8th and 9th, is part of a bird; my 1st, 5th and 6th, is much used among the Indians; my 6th, 7th and 9th, is sometimes worn by gentlemen; my 1st, 3d, 7th, 8th and 9th, is a verb. My whole is what many people are in the habit of doing. 3. From M. S.-Boston. I AM a word of nine letters; my 4th, 5th, 6th and 9th, is a colour; my 4th, 2d, 3d, 5th, 1st and 2d, is a gentleman's name; my 7th, 2d, 6th and 5th, is the name of a fruit; my 5th, 6th and 1st, is a torn piece of cloth; my 5th, 6th and 7th, is a smart blow; my 7th, 6th and 9th, is reward; my 5th, 6th and 9th, is a fish; my 8th, 6th and 9th, is what horses eat ; my 2d, 6th and 5th, is a part of the head; my 6th, 9th and 2d, is a kind of grain. My whole is a very useful study. 4. From A. D. I AM a word of 11 letters. My 3d, 5th and 1st, is a numeral; my 9th, 5th and 3d, is worn on the head; my 3d, 2d, 8th and 6th, is what careless people do; my 11th, 8th. 1st and 10th, is found on the sea shore; my 2d, 8th and 6th, is a portion of the head; my 4th, 8th and 3d, a covering for the head; my 4th, 2d, 8th and 10th, is what every body has; my 6th, 2d and 10th, is what every body has; my 6th, 2d and 10th, is a color; my 5th, 8th and 3d, we could not live without it. My whole is a country in Europe. The editor cannot receive nor notice communications which come to him charged with postage. Those young persons who send PUZZLES must name the ANSWERS on the same paper. We are favored with so many juvenile productions of this kind, that, for want of room, we are compelled to omit some of them. COMPOSED BY L. J. CIST. Furnished for this work by LowELL MASON, Professor in the Boston Academy of Music. MAGAZINE. JUNE, 1840. For Pariey's Magazine. was one of the mildest days in May, L their simple but most beautiful, robes of green and white, or of delicate pink; the dew-drops wore their jewels, glittering in the sun. The flowers were unfolding their petals for their great Painter to touch with his rainbow colors, while they seemed trying to expand in their beauty, or to bend before him in reverence and gratitude. The birds were singing their song of welcome to the risen day; their hymn of praise to its Creator and restorer. No clouds were in the blue arch above, or upon the earth beneath; yet there was one cloud. And where, think you, it rested? On the brow of a little child, whose face was generally gladdened by the sunshine of a bright and happy spirit. The little girl stopped, for a gentle breeze moved the branches above, shaking down some of the sweet pink blossoms, and she thought she heard a low, sweet voice. It must be the Tree that spake. Do you hear, little tenant of my branches, who repaid me, for shelter, with your song, do you hear the sad notes of our little playfellow, who has always come with a light and bounding step to join her voice with your gentle notes, and to enjoy the sight and fragrance of my bright blossoms? She thinks we have no task to perform. She knows not that I have never a moment even to enjoy my own beautiful flowers; and that you are toiling all these sunny hours to build that little, difficult nest, that has troubled you so much. She knows not how often we fail-of the cold frost last week, which put back my sweet blossoms when I was expecting their full bloom; nor of the pelting rain, which beat so hard upon Thoughtfully she walked along in the smooth path, and unknowingly trod down the tender grass. Yes,' said she, in a low voice, I have again done wrong. 'Tis always so, when I try most. I won't try any more, till I grow old. Oh, I wish I was that beautiful robin, singing so merrily in the branches! or even this peach-tree with its bright blossoms, which bore us such delicious peaches last year. Father says it will bear a great many more this year, and yet it does not seem them; and, even on this bright day, here to have any trouble about them. They don't have to keep TRYING to grow so wise and good; and nobody keeps preaching to them. I mean to enjoy as they do. A little girl, like me, can't do much; and then it is hard, when I want to do as I please, to have to give up to others; and so hard to keep trying to get those virtues mother tells me about, with their great hard names. I don't want them yet, they say, but I shall when I grow up. Well, then I shall get them; that will be time enough. I had better be happy now, and good by and by.' is the wind driving them from me. I too am really tired of trying: My fruit is not needed till fall; I will enjoy the spring, even as the child; I will play, and do just as I please till summer, and then I will work the harder. You too, little bird, will you not leave your tiresome work, and join us? We will all be happy now, and do what we were made to do by and by.' The little girl stood still, lost in wonder, yet a smile came like a sunbeam through the cloud; for she doubted not that the Robin would heed the advice and be her companion. But sadder than she had ever heard it before was the bird's voice as it answered, 'Ah, foolish Tree, and yet more foolish Child! listen to the story I have to tell, and then say if we shall be happier to do as you desire. I once thought like you, and acted as you would act. For awhile I thought I was happy. I did nothing but try to please myself, and I pitied the birds who were working so hard around me. They tried to persuade me to be industrious too, but I said as you have said just now. The old birds talked to me, but I pointed to the children at play, and I was tired of their preaching. But when the summer came, then I began to build, and trouble enough it was. The older birds had used most of the straws, and the soft moss and wool, and the sun was so hot I could scarcely work. When I had found a few materials and brought them to the tree, I saw the other birds in their cool, shady nests, with their little birds around them, and I began to feel how foolish I had been. idleness! Now the other little birds had begun to fly about, to taste the bright cherries and strawberries, to smell the sweet flowers, and to pour forth their young and happy song. O, it was so sad to think mine was suffering for my wickedness! Before their little wings were strong enough to fly, I saw the other birds go away to brighter lands to find another summer. The cold winds were whistling around us; I nestled my darlings under my wings; but when the leaves fell, our shelter was gone, and I knew if we staid longer we must die. Then we started on our flight; but before we could reach a warmer clime three of the sweet birds died, and but one lived to reach our new home. 6 Now say, little girl, shall I again waste these precious spring-time hours? O no, I am trying to be anore and more industrious; and I find that I am far, far happier than when I spent all my hours in play.' The breeze moved the Tree, and it bowed its head, and while a deeper blush, the blush of shame, seemed to spread over its bright blossoms, it said, 'I too was foolish, but I will learn a lesson from little Robin, that my sweet fruit may not be blighted and die.' The bright drops shook like rain from the branches, and mingled with the tears which stood upon the cheek of the little girl; but with them the cloud departed from her brow, and the sunshine of inward peace shone 'At last my nest was finished, and for a moment I was happy. Soon my little ones nestled beneath my wings, and opening their little bills they chirped and begged for food. I went far in search for it, and brought them all I could find; but alas, where were the young and tender worms, their fittest food? They were no longer to be found; and had not a kind lady scattered crums for me, which I carried to my poor wee birds, they must have starved. How did I then grieve for my out. Often did the Tree, the Bird; and |