In wasting time that flies,
Or being idle all day long
Instead of being wise.
Then come, my child, begin, and we
Shall soon outgrow our A B C.
Our Correspondence.
Thanks, gentle friends, for your many favors—but you must not expect me to insert them all here. I read them with great satisfaction, and even when you find a little fault, I am not the less pleased—particularly if you tell me how to do better. But as to printing all your epistles, you must consider that I have Bill Keeler’s stories to put in, and the Old Man’s in the Corner, and a great many other things. I have, indeed, so many matters crowding into my columns, that I am this month obliged to leave out Dick Boldhero altogether! However, I find that our subscribers like Our Correspondence very well, and therefore I shall put in as much of it as my space will allow.
I am much obliged to A—— R——, who sends me the following
PUZZLE.
- I am composed of seven letters.
- My 3, 2, 4, is what boatmen do.
- My 5, 3, 2, 1, is the most useful of all metals.
- My 5, 1, 6, 7, is the smallest division of long measure.
- My 6, 7, 5, 1, is a part of the face.
- My 1, 2, 4, is the best time to do what is necessary to be done.
- My 4, 5, 1, is what those who try for rewards of merit like to do.
- My 3, 5, 6, 7, is what many people like to be.
- And my whole is a town in Connecticut.