Now let this bad boy's fate teach us _Complete_ is wicked in God's sight And let us all henceforth resolve To try and do what's right! _Charleston, S.C._ OSCEOLA NO. 4. RIGHT STAR 1. A letter. 2. A pronoun. 3. A spectre. 4. Quadrupeds of the genus _Equus_. 5. Defensive arms. 6. Unsweet (_Obs._). 7. Startles (_Obs._). 8. A bone. 9. A letter. _Pontiac, Ill._ CAN'T TELL NO. 5. SYNCOPATION A _one_ arose between some bees-- Indeed of them 'twas very wicked-- They fluttered in about the trees, Among the grass and in the thicket Some thoughtless bees within the hive A scheme upon the drones were working, To make them labor they did strive But "drones" were only made for shirking The queen now on the scene appeared, A _fine_ her coming quickly making For she among them all was feared-- Their hearts were filled with fear and quaking Said she "A 'drone' can never toil, A 'sinecure' is his position He lives on those who till the soil, Like any other politician." _New York city_ JEJUNE NO. 6. HALF SQUARE 1. Clairvoyance. 2. Computation. 3. Parts of a flower consisting of the stalk and the anther (_Bot._) 4. Buffoons. 5. A hard amorphous mineral. 6. Open thefts (_Rare_.) 7. Belonging to it. 8. To see (_Obs. Word Supp._) 9. A letter. _Rochester N.Y._ THEO LOGY NO. 7. CHARADE An old man sat in his easy chair, The _firsts_ of his life almost done How thankful am I, in this world of care, That my course is nearly run. My _second_ is waiting to greet me In mansions so bright--far away In the glorious house I shall soon be, Where all is eternal day. This would have been a hard _total_ From its cares I hope soon to be free With me I think all things will be well When the Son in His glory I see. _Iowa City, Iowa_ TANGANIKA NO. 8. OCTAGON 1. To destroy. 2. A venomous reptile inhabiting the East Indies. 3. The bleak. 4. Little wheels. 5. Comely. 6. A friend. 7. An Arabian prince, military commander and governor of a conquered province. 8. Drives together (_Obs._). _Louisville, Ky._ X ACTLY NO. 9. BEHEADMENT Palm tree boughs are lacing Through which the moonlight steals, And bathes the spot like silver Where India's daughter kneels Her white robes round her falling Her hair as black as night Has its coil of richest rubies Like a crown of crimson light. A lamp on the shining water It is a simple test, Does he _prime_ live, her lover-- Lone star on the river's breast? See it nears the turning Now it's rocking to and fro In a splash, like liquid silver, Then it flickers and grows low. India's white-robed maiden Clasps her hands so tight Her face grows pale with anguish, _Fine_ brighter grows the light, Then on through the lily masses, Like a spark amid the blue, Floating safely onward-- Floating slowly from her view