errified manner in which he called out: "The Gapo!
The Gapo!"

_Mayne Reid._

(_To be continued._)

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CHARADES.

NO. 1.

An old man lay on a bed of death,
Slowly drawing each labored breath;
His pulse was felt by a friendly hand,
While the doctor issued a stern command
To swallow my _first_ without delay,
If he wished to live till another day.
At this the patient looked my _second_,
And slowly spoke: "When Death has beckoned,
In vain the doctor's healing art;
I now am called, and I depart;
I'm glad I've lasted till my _third_."
The listeners scarcely caught the word
With which escaped the unfettered soul,
And finished then his long--my _whole_.

H. C.

NO. 2.

When I'm my _first_, I lie in bed;
My _second_ wins me gold;
My _third_ I keep safe in my head;
My _fourth_ you may behold
In all its pride, when victory
Shall bid my _whole_ light up the sky.

ARITHMETICAL PUZZLES.

NO. 1.

In a gale of wind, the top part of a flagstaff in my neighbor's garden
was broken off, and struck the ground in my garden at a distance of 15
feet from the bottom of the pole, and in its fall broke two vases, worth
$63.25 apiece. My neighbor, in paying for these vases, made four
payments. The second payment was twice as much as the first; the third
amounted to three times as much as the first; and the last amounted to
five times as much as the first.

Supposing the broken piece of flagstaff to measure 39 feet, what was the
length of the whole pole, and what did my neighbor pay at each payment?

NO. 2.

100--1--5--1--50.

This is what all young people ought to be.

ENIGMA. No. 1.

I am composed of 13 letters.
My 8, 10, is an abrupt dismissal.
My 11, 5, 7, 8, is not short.
My 9, 1, 3, 12, goes well with a knife.
My 13, 12, 6, 7, 12, is an unpleasant animal.
My 13, 1, 3, 3, 4, is what you will be if
you can't discover me.
My 4, 1, 11, 12, is part of an egg.
My 9, 3, 5, 8, 13, a Frenchman would eat.
My 9, 2, 7, you like now.
My whole I hope you will always like.

ILLUSTRATED REBUS.--No. 1.

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H. M. T.

VON RAIL.

There was an old Dutchman, Von Rail,
Who had an ambition to sail,
So he put out to sea,
In a fit of high glee,
That hilarious old person, Von Rail.

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