“I have been with the brook, And its laughing ripples shook, As my kisses they took. “I have been with the flowers, In their sweet-scented bowers, And forgot the flight of hours. “I have played with the hair Of a girl, wild and fair-- And I loved to linger there! “I have been with clouds on high, As with pinions they do fly, In many a glorious dye!” To my Correspondents. I am gratified to find, although it is now but about a year since I began to be known to the public, that already I have some thousands of black-eyed and blue-eyed acquaintances, in different parts of the country. I receive many letters from young persons, and they give me great pleasure, for they show that poor Bob Merry, though he has a “timber toe,” is not destitute of friends. I was much pleased with a bear story about his great-great-grandfather, sent me by J. W. L. Cheseborough, of New London. I intend to make something of it, one of these days. Two puzzles, received from other correspondents, are given below. I must beg those who are anxious to hear how I lost my leg--to wait a little while. It will all come out in due season. Perhaps the leg will turn out as interesting as Peter Parley’s great toe, that used to tickle the boys so! I have only one thing to add, which is, that I desire all my friends to address their letters to care of Bradbury & Soden. Puzzles. _Portsmouth, Feb. 4, 1842._ MR. MERRY,--Sir: if you think the following worthy a place in your valuable magazine, by inserting the same you will oblige a CONSTANT READER. I am a word of 18 letters. My 1, 12, 17, 13, 5, 18, is an article of ladies’ dress. My 18, 7, 6, 16, 5, is a number. My 6, 2, 15, has been the ruination of many. My 12, 3, 8, 12, 17, is a vegetable. My 11, 8, 10, 4, is an article of food. My 7, 12, 5, is much used by farmers. My 18, 6, 12, 14, 18, is a kind of fish. My 18, 8, 3, is a valuable ore. My 9, 8, 15, 5, is a foreign fruit. My whole is a great ornament to the country. * * * * * I am composed of 16 letters. My 2, 1, 8, is a portion of water. My 2, 12, 4, 15, 16, 8, has been the ruin of thousands. My 16, 1, 15, 10, 8, is the most contemptible of all animals. My 6, 14, 4, 15, is the name of a once celebrated tragedian. My 3, 8, 15, 15, is the name of a town not far from Boston. My 11, 12, 1, 15, 5, 9, is the name of a great country. My 3, 4, 6, 7, is a sheet of water. My 11, 13, 12, 9, is one of the elements. My 1, 13, 12, is another. My 11, 3, 8, is an insect. My 15, 13, 3, 7, is the name of a river justly celebrated in ancient and modern history. C. B. F. _Boston, February 1, 1842._ MARCH--A SONG.