Dear Sir,—I would be greatly obliged to you if you will be so kind as to publish the following enigma in the Museum for April or May, as you choose. And I should be very happy to have some one of your subscribers puzzle it out and put it in the Museum. From a Quincy subscriber. Good bye, Mr. Merry.
Frederick H. B.
A GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA.
I am composed of twelve letters.
My 5, 8, 11, 4, 2 and 9, is a cape on a large island.
My 6, 3, 11, 4, 10 and 11, is a large circle.
My 5, 12, 3 and 8, is a tribe of Indians which inhabit British America.
My 5, 2, 9 and 1, is a cape of S. America.
My 7, 12, 9, 7, 2, 3 and 12, is a sea between Europe and Asia.
My 1, 8, 10, 7, 10, and 1, is a river of Europe.
My 11, 3, 10, 7, 8 and 12, is a small portion of Russia.
My 8, 4, 1 and 12, is a burning mountain.
My 11, 5, 10, 1 and 12, is a country in Asia.
My 5, 8, 3, 12 and 4, is the capital of a country in Asia.
My 12, 11, 5, 8, 8 and 1, is a town in a large island.
My whole is the name of a large portion of this globe.
We will endeavor to comply with the request so pleasantly made in the following letter, in relation to the stars, but our little friend must give us time. The stars are a great way off, and we do not hear from them by every mail. Beside, Bob Merry “has a good many fish to fry,” and in order to make matters go right, he is obliged to let everything take its turn. Will you be patient, Dick?
Lexington, January 17th, 1844.
Mr. Merry:
Dear Sir,—I have been taking your Museum for some time, and I like it very much. I am sorry to have to make the same complaint that some of your other subscribers have made; that is, I do not, sometimes, get my Museum soon enough.
I would be glad if you would give us a simple account of the stars, and other heavenly bodies. I have read the first part of Bill Keeler’s story about poor Tom Trudge and his wife, and I think it is quite laughable.