QUESTIONS. 1. Why is Psalm 119 in King James' version of the Bible. numbered 118 in the Douay version? S. D. PARRISH 2. Why is it that Psalm 150 in King James' version has only five verses, while the Douay version has six? S. D. PARRISH. 3. Who is the author of the following; to what does it refer? "They shall go forth into the mountains of Hepsidam where the lion roareth and the whang-doodle mourneth for its firstborn. DAVID. M. DRURY, Brooklyn, N. Y. 4. In what Encyclopædia. or what work on astronomy can be found the information of what particular fixed stars are the Polar stars to the several planets? Our polar star is Polaris (or Cynosura); that of Mars is said to be Arided (or Deneb Cygni). Which stars are polars to the other planets. Or will some person give the formula for finding such. S. C. GOULD. 5. Who were the publishers of "Songs of Singularity," by "The London Hermit"? Or where can a copy be had? L. 6. Will you publish the last words of all the Presidents, including McKinley's, or inform me where such can be found down to Cleveland, the only living ex-President? ELON. 7. How many of our 26 Presidents have perpetuated their parents' names in their own names? ELON. 8. What name of the Supreme Being is considered the most sacred to Christians, baring any name that Christians use profanely? REVEREND. 9. Had the horoscopes of Presidents Lincoln, Garfield, and McKinley been cast, and if so when and where were such pub. lished? Were they fulfilled? DESTINY. 10. Have biographies or sketches of the lives of the leading almanac-makers of our day been published, such as Isaiah Thomas, Robert B. Thomas, Dudley Leavitt, Daniel Robinson, Truman Abell, Nathan Wild, Thomas Spofford, Thomas Green Fessenden, and others? If all, or any, state where such can be found. HENRY T. Ballard. Has a book on "palimdromes ever been published, or any considerable collection of them ever been made ? G. B. II. The Game of Ltfe. - A Homily. BY JONN G. SAXE. There's a game much in fashion - I think it's called EUCHRE, (Though I never have played it for pleasure or lucre), While watching the game, 'tis a whim of the bards, When great Galileo proclaimed that the world But only derision and prisons and chains, It moves, FOR ALL THAT!" was his answering tone, For he knew, like the earth, he could "got it alone." When Kepler, with intellect piercing afar, Derided his learning and blackened his fame; "I can WAIT,,' he replied, "till the truth you shall own," For he felt in his heart he could "go it alone." Alas! for the player who idly depends, In the struggle of life, upon kindred or friends; Nor comfort the coward, who finds with a groan, 66 go it alone." Health, family, culture, with, beauty, and gold As, each in its way, a most excellent card; Yet the game may be lost, with all these for your own, 66 A Homily on A Homily. BY DOUGLAS A. LEVIEN. I have read, witty Saxe, your last version of EUCHRE (It's a game I have played, although never for lucre); And if you but knew it as well as I know it, You would find, O most genial and excellent poet; It teaches a lesson more useful than one To be gleaned from the sentence, “I'll play it alone." Self-reliance, we know is an excellent trait, And often in life, as in euchre I own, You make a big march when you "play it alone." But to "go it alone," you no doubt understand, You must hold the BIG KNAVES of the pack in your hand. You depend on your cards to secure you the tricks. So that something too much of the Knave may be shown But the game, you describe as a "trivial strife," Has a moral to point for the battle of life; It is this: When the cards are dealt round on the stand, And each player looks anxiously into his hand, How bravely your partner ill luck can resist, If cheered by the sound of your voice, "I'll assist !" The great Galileo, imprisoned and bound, In the midst of his trials some sympathy found. All the wrath on which bigotry's passion is fed, A fair form appeared through the dungeon's dim mist, What's the worth of this world, if designing and cold, Repelling your neighbor with glances of stone Is he who can cheerfully say, "I'll assist !" Then in love O, rash poet! if she whose bright eyes With what passionate ardor those lips would be kissed, Till they murmured once more the soft words, "I'll assist !" Then shuffle the pack! Cut the cards once again! Go! teach the world that the battle of life May be lightened to all who take part in the strife, If the generous lesson thus taught be not missed, Homily on the Homilies of Saxe and Levien. BY MARCUS BARLETT. I have read in the papers, O praiseworthy Bards! And here let me urge ere I further proceed, That, though very good, they are not all that we need ; And shuffle and deal to each player a hand; And, as in the card the game goes round, I'll not always answer to "go it alone." As many who've failed would most willingly own; And if you" assist "you may both get a fall, And often 'tis ruin to "go it at all; For, through luck or misfortune, you sometimes, alas ! When a man's in the wrong, it is wicked you'll own, 66 And wickeder far, if alone he'd desist, To strengthen his hand with the cry, "I'll assist!" For both will be beaten and "euchred" at last, And wish, when too late that the hand had been " passed." Time carries us forward, and not very slow, Temptations are thronging our way as we go, pass." With the Bowers and Ace and the pair on the throne, And when you in confidence say, I'll assist," 66 You'll perhaps make a point," though a "march" may be missed; You cannot be euchred if you just say, "I pass." It appears from this game, then - this "trivial strife," Three maxims we get for the battle of life; And these all your nerves for the conflict will brace, Meet bravely each game, then be not dismayed; So down in your list Self-reliance write first By "passing," or waiting, some friend to "assist." 66 "Twill encourage the timid and strengthen the weak, And now, through the length and breadth of our land, Humanity shudders when watching the game, Where Crime is arrayed against Honor and Fame; But Justice will smite evil-doers at last, Then they'll wish in their hearts they had prudently "passed." Suggestions for Emigration. The Brewers should to Malt-a go, the Loggerheads to Scilly, From Spit-head Cooks go o'er to Greece; and while the Miser waits Musicians hasten to the Sound, the surpliced Priest to Rome; His, Bachelors, to the United States, Maids to the Isle of Man ; |