. Our young folks [serial]. 6, 31, was an Edomite. My whole is worth remembering. Molire. lVl/l_y W/S£ MATHEMATICAL QUESTION. No. 41. Upon an Illinoisian plain I have a wide and rich domain Of timber-land and prairie fair, Which is in form exactly square. A fence I built around this farm, To keep my growing crops from harm. My posts I planted in the ground A rod apart, and then I found That for each post that fenced it round I had an acre, just, of land. Your slates, and tell me, youngster band, How many posts my farm surround ? How many acres do they bound ? Louis. ANSWERS. 26. Rio JaneirO, 2
. Our young folks [serial]. 6, 31, was an Edomite. My whole is worth remembering. Molire. lVl/l_y W/S£ MATHEMATICAL QUESTION. No. 41. Upon an Illinoisian plain I have a wide and rich domain Of timber-land and prairie fair, Which is in form exactly square. A fence I built around this farm, To keep my growing crops from harm. My posts I planted in the ground A rod apart, and then I found That for each post that fenced it round I had an acre, just, of land. Your slates, and tell me, youngster band, How many posts my farm surround ? How many acres do they bound ? Louis. ANSWERS. 26. Rio JaneirO, 27 WarM, OreaD, InsigniA, SeragliO, LinneT, EasteR, Literati, SighS. I1L, AvoiD, MaremA.* Ten dollars make aneaj le. [X (doll) rs (May) (can) (eagle).] 29. I 11 put a girdle round about the earth in forty-minutes. [(Isle) (pew) (tag) (eye) r d (ell) (eround a bout) the (ear) (he thin) {forte) (m inu) (teas).] 30. Amaranth. 31. When the swallows homeward fly. 32. 426. 33. Put that in your pipe and smoke it. * The Mrs. J. P. Ballard sends us, in a letter, thispleasant story, which she knows to be true, andwhich maj teach some of our little readers — notmany, we hope, need it — a good lesson. Twenty-three Eggs. At eight years old I was as wide awake, andsaw as many things between daybreak and nineoclock at night, as any boy in the country, and waswithal fond of telling quite as much as I saw, andnow and then a good deal more. My mother sometimes suspected me of greatpowers of exaggeration, but as, on looking into mystatements, she could never detect me in a directlie, I was little likely to receive the correctionwhich I was often conscious of deserving. Thiscame to me in an unexpected manner, and theway I was helped out of the worst and last false-hood I ever told has always been a mysteryto me. I was loitering in the kitchen one morning,where my mother was at work making tarts, when— tarts suggesting cake, and cake, eggs — sheturned to me and said, I dont see
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