Our young folks [serial] . d. 2. Birds in summer chant their sweet-est songs. Al. Fredell. HIDDEN 126. 1. Who knows anything about the firstLouis of France ? 2. To both the poor and the richMonday is generally wash-day. 3. From Utica I rode to New York. 4. You should not throw stones athens. 5. Yesterday I met Zara, the garden-ers daughter. Ida A. W. GEOGRAPHL ENIGMA. — No. 127. I am composed of 16 14, 11, 4, 10, 15, is a river in 6, 3, 2, 10, is a town in 3,9,13, 12, is a town in 1,16, 8,4, 9,10,12, is a town in 5, 7, 2, 13,
Our young folks [serial] . d. 2. Birds in summer chant their sweet-est songs. Al. Fredell. HIDDEN 126. 1. Who knows anything about the firstLouis of France ? 2. To both the poor and the richMonday is generally wash-day. 3. From Utica I rode to New York. 4. You should not throw stones athens. 5. Yesterday I met Zara, the garden-ers daughter. Ida A. W. GEOGRAPHL ENIGMA. — No. 127. I am composed of 16 14, 11, 4, 10, 15, is a river in 6, 3, 2, 10, is a town in 3,9,13, 12, is a town in 1,16, 8,4, 9,10,12, is a town in 5, 7, 2, 13, 5, is a river in whole is a large body of water. H. M. T. ANSWERS. 96. Popocatapetl. 97. Wheeling. 98. Wordsworth. 99. L E A FE A V EAVERFERN 100. Lyceum. 101. United States. 102. t. 2. Lavater. 3. Paley. 4. 103. SCAREDLABORERIE EMMAPALMSAVAGES 104. Better late than never. 105. Friendship. 106. The great C serpent (sea-serpent). 107. Hickory. 108. The last link is broken that bound me to A LETTER FROM THE LETTER-BOX. The Piers, Kennebunkport, Young Folks : — It seems very odd ! For once I am to be myown correspondent; and I came very near begin-ning my letter with Messrs. Editors or , — Dear Sir ! I am no longer resting onthe editors table, in the dear old office-room onTremont Street, but here I am in a cosey littlechamber by the ocean. In place of the windowslooking down on Boston Common, with its greenlawns, its troops of grown folks and children walk-ing or playing under the trees, its apple-women,and its delightful Punch and Judy, I have win-dows looking out upon rolling breakers and abright blue sea. Instead of the noise of wheelsrumbling and clattering over the pavements, Ihear the ceaseless rush and roar of the restlesswaves tumbling upon the beach, — refreshingsounds to a Letter Box that has sweltered so longin the midsummer heats of the great city. Ah, dear Young Folks, I wish you might allbe changed from rea
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