No. 5.
ENIGMA.
My first is in beam, but not in shine.
My second is in grape, but not in vine.
My third is in crying, but not in scream.
My fourth is in fleeting, but not in dream.
My fifth is in glove, but not in hand.
My sixth is in shore, but not in land.
My seventh is in glow, but not in burn.
My eighth is in vase, but not in urn.
My ninth is in run, but not in motion.
My whole came over the stormy ocean.
J. A. W.
No. 6.
RIDDLE.
I am a little word of four letters, yet you will find in me a preposition, a negation, and an exclamation. I am as old as the sun, and he could not possibly fulfill his daily course without me. I am a rest to the weary laborer, and a delight to school-children, who greet me with a shout of welcome. I aid in construction and consolation—indeed, they could not exist without me; and although they break me to pieces, I am never in bad temper. Who can find me out?
C. S. N.