My name declares my date to be
The morning of a Christian year;
And motherless, as all agree,
And yet a mother, too, ’tis clear.
A father, too, which none dispute,
And when my son comes I’m a fruit.
And, not to puzzle overmuch,
’Twas I took Holland for the Dutch.
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My head is ten times ten,
My body is but one.
Add just five hundred more, and then
My history is done.
Although I own no royal throne,
Throughout the sunny South in fame I stand alone.
No. XXVII.—A MAGIC CUBE
Much more complicated than the Magic Square is the Magic Cube.
First Layer from Top.
| 121 | 27 | 83 | 14 | 70 |
| 10 | 61 | 117 | 48 | 79 |
| 44 | 100 | 1 | 57 | 113 |
| 53 | 109 | 40 | 91 | 22 |
| 87 | 18 | 74 | 105 | 31 |
Second Layer from Top.