True charity is the medium whereby we ennoble the soul, enhance ifes pleasures, and mak, our deeds as accep able in the eyes of our Maker as was the tear dropped by the Peri, which made her a way through the gates of Paradise. MIGNONETTE.

When I survey the world of facts, through the medium of the Press, I feel astonished and glad a heart to find how ready the English people are with their contributions and their sympathies to anv objec of sincere distress truthfully placed before them. - BLACK DWARF.

When we survey the snow-clad Alps through the medium of the eye, we fail to discern those fearful precipices which yearly yield their contributions to the tomb. - MARIA.

When we survey the wondrous works of the great Creator through the medium of the flowers of the field, we cannot but perceive how far the contributions of art fall short of the models from which they are taken. -CECILIA.

When you survey, through the medium of the microscope, the wonderful organisation of the most minute animal in creation, with nature's varied contributions to its health and comfort, you are forced to exclaim, in the words of the Pealmist, "Great are the works of the Lord: sought out of all them that have pleasure therein!"

TERRA COTTA.

A survey of the improvements introduced through the medium of steam will convince anyone that Stephenson's contributions to his country's wealth

are of no mean character. - BUSK.

We often form false views and ideas of life's great work, when we survey it only through the distor ed medium of our own puny endeavours; far better is it to regard the contributions which the truly great and good have made to its history, and s rive humbly and faithfully to copy their noble example. LISA.

Were we always to survey the world through the medium of the pocket, I fear our charitable contributions would be very few.-NANCY.

I can but survey with pleasure the many of our countrymen that have been fed through the medium of Shakspearian talent, and hope that the contributions of his admirers towards perpetuating his memory will exceed the expectations of his warmest friends.-HOTSPUR.

No one can survey the fair and pure face of nature without feeling tha it is a medium of God's goodness to us, and that the beautiful flowers are bu small contributions in evidence of His infinite bounty.—SHERLIE.

In looking throu.h the "Family Friend" from month to month, we can see, as we survey the past, and compare it with the present, how the Cuncillors' contributions improve through the medium of its pages MOGINE.

War is at hand. Throughout Europe the note of preparation resounds, and on every side we survey amies in readiness for the field. Spi-e of all the attempts made to avert it through he feeble medium of diplomacy, war is fast approaching, and soon fresh contributions will be made to the historian's long list of battles FLORIAN.

When we survey and contemplate the wondrous works of creation, we cannot but be forcibly imressed with the many lessons we are taught hrough the medium of various objec s in natural life, and by the several contributions for our use and enjoyment tha an all-wise Creator has provided for our especial benefit. - ELIZABETH H.

of a church. Apply, through the medium of the Wanted a trustworthy man to survey the building Post-office, to the clergyman. The smallest contributions in aid of the building fund thankfully received-DE LA Saux.

Through the medium of the F. F. we can take a survey of the various ways in which the mind is STANIONVILLE.

exercised by the contributions for our amusement.

When we survey the beauties of creation, and consider they are the contributions of our heavenly Fa her for our happiness, they should be the medium to raise our hears in thankful praise from nature up to nature's God.—KATE SYDNAS.

'Tis quite a pleasure to survey,
Day by day,

The Council's contributions, a host,
Which they send,

Through the medium of the Post,

To the "Friend."-C. T. RYE.

CALLER HERRIN'.

To Estella.-1 hope you will pardon the liberty I take, but when I serve your beautiful and benevolent countenance through the medium of a friend I think that your contributions for the Danish sufferers will be liberal.--SAM.

When I walk abroad, and survey the beautiful works of nature, I feel grateful for the kind contributions of God, and know they must come through the medium of His providence.-TAPLIN.

When I survey the contr butions of the Family Council, I see it is the medium path in which we may safely walk.—BLUEBELL.

When we surrey, through the medium of our senses, the magnificent contributions of nature, we all must exclaim, "Oh, the goodness of God!" FORGET-ME-NOT.

When we survey around us the countless contributions of nature, which seem more precious than ever at this lovely season of spring, we cannot but recognize, through their medium, the beneficence of an omnipotent and all-wise Being. - KATRINE.

All who these pages may survey,
Must surely think, if they don't say,
That they're a medium to convey,
In a wise and pleasing way,
Instructions how to work or play,
By contributions grave and gay.

GORGONIA.

ENIGMAS, CHARADES, &c.

188. PRIZE ENIGMA.

I DWELL in the gro'toes and emerald caves,
Far down in he mighty deep;
Where, on couches of bright sea-anemones,
Mermaidens and sea-nymphs sleep.

I swing to and fro in he perfum'd air,
From many a ropical tree;

And in orchards and English hedgerows fair,
My form 'mid the leaves you will see.

I crawl at your feet on the dusty ground;
I'm buried beneath the sand;

And yet, morn and eve, I'm sure to be found
In ev'ry fair lady's hand.

Oft I lie 'mid soft tresses of rippling gold;
And often on eider down;

And a treasure of beauty and worth untold
I guard in a casket brown.

I aid human wrath in the fever'd strife
Of steel and hissing lead,

And many a mother, and child, and wife
Mourn my victims-their cherish'd dead.

I am almost as hard as the flinty stone,
Yet more brittle than finest glass;
And, though valueless now, in another year
As coin of the realm I pass.

I'm blown, and I'm frizzled, and boiled, and crunched,

And cracked both by cooks and gents; And many a truant urchin's hunched Both myself and my contents.

What am I? Dear Councillors, please to explain
Me, and bring my solution to light.

You cannot? Nay, carefully read me again,
And I'm sure your next guess will be right.
HEATHERBELL.

189.--PRIZE CHARADE.

Let's go a hunting! Well, what shal: it be?
Tiger, or wild boar, or what we can see?
Tiger? All right! let us mount our good steeds,
And swear not to stop till the enemy bleeds.
See, there is his lair, now my first you can see,
Watch for the tiger now warily:

He'll fight for his life; you can see he is vexed:-
There he is! Now fire at him! he is my next.
What a beauty he is, and wasn't it hard

To conquer him! What a great length: What a beautiful skin he has got! and those paws,

So suggestive of animal strength! However, I wish that our weapons were used In defence of the right just now so abused: For my whole is terribly suffering, Though under the rule of a Christian king. TERRA COTTA.

190.-PRIZE CRYPTOGRAPH.

Y!mit it! v&l!ki i!!!k up&&od ki?w!,
Ful! it! amw?m 1&2ok &'ll o&kkd vp?w!,
Od vilki w&lk &vl wit Zw wisilhxi?&m wb?mu,
1& it! v??ic!l!w il?y!k f?it wkqd f?mu.

Have you ever stood by when a "Barrow was open'd,

And curious weapons were brought to the light, With ornaments quaint, and old fragments of armour?

Then doubtless my second was plain to your sight.

He who in crossing a dangerous quagmire,

Felt the ground getting softer each step that he took;

He who intending to go to a picnic,

Saw the glass getting lower at every look;

He who built much on a long-treasur'd promise, And found that excuses were all he could gainEach of all these know full well what my whole is; A knowledge that's not unattended with pain. GORGONIA.

192.

I'm a thing of all colours-red, black, blue, or white,

In country and town I alike meet your sight; Sometimes low on the earth, sometimes high in the air,

Sometimes large, sometimes small, I am seen everywhere.

The tradesman and merchant alike call me friend,
For often on me for success they depend;
Yet not for them solely my powers 1 reserve,
The artist and actor I equally serve.

To seek me in forests would be little good,
But you'll find me, perhaps, if you look in the
wood;

I'm seen at the railway, on steamers I pass,
And I enter your cab if you'll let down the glass;
I ask questions, although I've no mouth, tongue, or
jaw,

And though I've no hands people own I can draw. In the garden or greenhouse. I'm not known at all,

Although I have leaves and am fixed to a wall; My nature is strange - though I'm chain'd to my seat,

You'll see me next moment parading the street;
I'm worthless as paper consign'd to the flame,
Yet great is my cost and far-spreading my fame.
In my service the painter and poet engage,
And though I'm no actor, I'm seen on the stage;
I'm useful to all, both to woman and man,
And now please to tell me my name, if you can.

FLORIAN.

193.

Miss Rosalie Eyre was a lovely girl,
In ball-rooms quite a star,
But, sooth to say, she was rather fast,
As many young ladies are;

She betted on races, she betted on cards
(Pleasant, you know, but wrong),
And for everything in the way of my first,
Her fancy was very strong.
Suitors she had by the score, at least;

And amongst the rest there came

A cousin of hers, a curate mild,

Harry Parselle by name.

He proposed one day; but Miss Eyre replied: "Now, Harry, just tell me whether

You really suppose that you and I

Could ever get on together;

I can't bear the country, my second I hate;
Accounts I never could keep;

And as for the church, in sermon time

I usually go to sleep.

Let us still be friends;-there, don't run away."

Miss Rosalie rang the bell,

And away in a most unclerical rage

Went the Reverend Harry Parselle.

But love will still be lord of all,
His fortune again he tried,

And before another year was out,
He won her to be his bride.
And now, as a country rector's wife,
Right well she plays her role;
And when her daily work is done,
She takes pleasure in my whole.

194.

FLORIAN.

My first is known to all mankind,
Both young and old must feel its power;
Although 'tis changeful as the wind,

It binds us to our dying hour;
It takes, like Proteus, various dresses,
And each a different name expresses.

My second is a preposition

Used to explain the status quo;

I can't say more in exposition,

But 'tis a word you all well know;

And if you look in Murray's Grammar,

You'll bring the nail beneath your hammer.

My third is often called a vice,
Though Epicurus disagrees;

But modern taste is over-nice,

And progress is a growing disease; So, what with steam and competition, My third is in a bad condition.

My whole's a flower; in Shakespeare's time
It formed a subject for his verse;

It flourishes in England's clime,
Although the springs are so perverse.
One other clue is all I'll give,
My third assists my first to live.

195.

NIL ADMIRARI.

The painter's ideal and the sculptor's dream,
The poet's step to fame, all such I seem;
In science I'm the student's greatest aid;
Without my help, no problem could be laid;
My size is the circumf'rance of the earth;
Anon so fine, you scarce could tell my girth.
To cross me often is a poor excuse
For riot, drunkenness, and foul abuse.

A man can boast of deeds of high emprise,
But I the light'ning drew from angry skies;
I bear the giant engine in its flight,
And often brief despatch through sombre night.
Again, I borrow genii's fabled power,
And steal through keyhole into ladies' bower;
When there, in rosy-tinted hands and face,
My form in beauty often may'st thou trace.

Where cannons roar in battle's deadly fray,
When English strength and valour lead the way,
Unbroken, I through all their ranks appear,
And daunt the foe and fill their hearts with fear;
And yet, I condescend to carry swift

The glowing words, the lover's welcome gift.
The sybil gipsy oft pretends in me
To read the future's awful mystery.

I am the boast of every lordly race
That e'er bore lance in tournament or chase;
And yet, in common with the poorest man,
I trace my rise when Adam's life began.
I glide from sun to earth with burning heat,
Yet frequently I'm measured by my feet.
I'm round, about and near thee every day,
Now, F. F. C.'s, can you not guess me, pray?
MAGGIE SYMINGTON.

I had a most fanciful dream t'other night,

As I lay my head on the soft pillow;

'Twas not of fierce battle, 'twas not of grim sprite,

Nor yet was I toss'd on the billow.

Methought a fair sprinkling of Councillors came
To my first at my villa that night,-

The beau and the belle, with the sire and the dame

Uncommonly gay was the sight!

Forget-me-Not, Max, Caller Herrin', and Busk,
With Caractacus, Trip, and St. Clair;
Kate Sydnas and Giggie, Bella, Gipsy, and Ruth;
Isabel, with friend Iago, were there.
Anna Grey, Mignonette, Daisy H., Imogine,
De-la-Saux, with the fair Sophy E.,
Uncle Stephen and Alice, Estella, Katrine,
Gallant Sam and Lucinda the Bee;
Gorgonia and Cistus, Rebecca and John,
Augustine and sweet Heatherbell;

In short, so enraptur'd were "wifie" and I,
The whole of our guests I can't tell!
This right loyal party was as jovial as hearty,-
The ladies with song, fun, and chat;
By the gents was my second most agreeable
reckon'd,

As at cards they all cosily sat.

But like all enjoyments, this came to a close;
Long before the bright sun 'gan to gleam;
Each friend was non est. Disturb'd in repose
I awoke,-after all 'twas a DREAM!

Councillors, my riddle I bring to an end,
My whole's all I ask for our Family Friend."

204.- REBUS.

SAXON.

205.-MY GARDEN; OR, THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS.

If April showers produce May flowers,
I'll carefully assort my seeds;

And then between the frequent showers,
Will clear the ground of noxious weeds.

First I put in, sweet (a) "Constancy,"

(b) Your qualities surpass your charms;" With rare (c) Felicity," and (d) "Think of me,' And that (e) "Disguise," which oft alarms. Now (f)" Sorrowful remembrances,"

(9)I feel your kindness," (4) "I love you," (i)"Sweet dispositions!" and all these Will bring (j)" Variety" to view.

(k) "Flattery," though my great (?) "Aversion,"
(m) "False riches" have no charm for me;
(n) "Sleep of the heart," and (o)" Agitation,"
Have brought me to my (p) "Finesse."

Now, if the showers bring forth May flowers,
With dear bright blue (q) "Forget-me-Not!"
May we not then within the bowers,
Greatly enjoy the fragrant spot.

Then will we raise our thoughts above,
To One who makes the flower-seeds grow;
And offer everlasting love

To Him, from whom all blessings flow.
STANTONVILLE.

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