Puzzle Posies

Address all correspondence relating to this department to James H. Green, Danville. Va.

NO. II.

Whate'er I plant, like corn on barren earth, By an equivocal birth

Seeds and runs up to poetry

- Swift.

Solutions to No. 1.

NO. I, L-1T. NO. 2, PlTTACUS. No. 3, BOR-AGE.

Prize Offers

For best complete list of solutions to puzzles in this number of "Puzzle Posies," "A History of Our Own Times," by Justin McCarthy, bound in cloth.

For next best complete list, a book entitled " Rise of the Macedonian Empire," nicely bound in cloth.

For most complete answer to No. 4, a book nicely bound in cloth;

A "Lovell's Library" for first correct solution to each puzzle.

Solutions must be in by the 25th of each month.

For best flat on floricultural subject, $2.50 in gold.

For best flat on horticultural subject, $2.50 in gold.

For best flat on agricultural subject, $1.00 in gold.

Each prize will be promptly paid. Contributions in competition must be in by January 31, 1890. Open to all.

New Puzzles

No. 4. A POSER's GARDEN

I planted me a garden,

Like Betty Pringle's pig, It was not very little.

Nor was it very big; But 'twas the funniest planting;

I'll tell the story, mind, But what I planted brought to me

I'll leave for you to find.

Wall street I scattered duly;

A mourning Cupid's dart; The mouths of Ned and Flora:

Good deeds heralded not; An ancient pair of bellows;

A secret hid from view; The filmy web of spiders;

A cough that's bad for you.

What Adam lost in Eden;

A patient man's grief sign; The headgear of a friar,

And a regret of mine; An uncanny woman's color;

A certain shade of blue; A wish to aid a venture,

And surgeon's business too.

A certain airy lady;

A pleasant time of day; A fly that's quite a nuisance;

A mollusk from the bay; All these, and many others,

I planted in the beds; Now tell me what I gathered

Or prove yourselves dunceheads. Washington, D. C. - Waldemar.

No. 6. Transposition

Acrostical. Untouched by art, no grace we crave, Save what the soil and Nature gave; Empiric skill would dim the fair Pure color gained of Nature's care; Ambitious human creatures try, Illusively, with Nature vie; Not we with artful daub attaint, To Nature true, we ne'er USE PAINT. Washington, D. C. - Nyas.