* * * * * ENIGMAS. 20. I COME from Nova Zembla's coast, Greenland's realms of ice and frost, Where the Arctic's waters white Glisten in the moon's chill light; Where the sunbeam's ardent ray Burns but for a single day. O'er the "living and the dead" I my restless course have sped, And many a work of woe, I ween, Showeth where my flight hath been. At a noble's dwelling, rich and high, A beggar waited, with downcast eye; His timeworn locks were silvery white, And he prayed for shelter a single night; But the haughty menials within the wall Heeded not his weary call. I breathed on him with my icy breath, And lo! his limbs were stiff in death! A pale young mother by want opprest Clasped her babe to her aching breast; I listened as in accents wild, She prayed that God would save her child. Then I swept along in the hurricane's play, While skylit torches illumed my way. With the shade of my measureless wing I embraced That mother and child, and they both are at rest. I hurried me on in the tempest's black car, With the thunder to herald my coming afar; I stayed not, nor stopped till I reached the broad main, Where I lashed the bright waves till they maddened with pain. I call to the clouds; at my voice they arise, And ope, at my bidding, the gates of the skies. No law have I but to work my will; And where is the power that can bid me "Be still?" LUCIA C. PENDLETON. 21. OF brethren seven The youngest by birth, But, favored by heaven, I'm chiefest on earth. I'm regarded with love By my friends good and wise, And am honored above Every crown 'neath the skies There's a charm in my name, All so radiant and pure, That my canonized fame With the world must endure. Such a glory I shed Upon each mundane scene-- On the dungeon of dread, Or the court of the queen. The fair landscape I gild For contemplative eyes, As all nature seems filled With a radiance they prize. My six brothers, in twin, May bring riches and pleasure, But in me you'll discern That unparalleled treasure-- That alleviates care, That reanimates labor, And man's peace should repair With his God and his neighbor. 22. A WARRIOR and a man I am, And gallant fame have I; Yet my humanity's a sham, For I neither live nor die. Receipts, &c. DOMESTIC RECEIPTS. EGGS AND OMELETTES.