To do my _second_ is surely human; They say the fault was first with a woman. 'Tis a little word, but its power was great, To change the course of a happy fate.
My _third_ is seen in many a land, Where ancient temples ruined stand, Like a grim sentry, placed before, To guard an open palace door.
My _whole_, with slow and measured grace, Among the lowly takes its place: Nor dreams its future yet shall be A wondrous thing of mystery.
The Chicken Puzzle given on page 216 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, No. 17, has proved too difficult for any of our readers to solve, and not a single correct answer to it has been sent us. The puzzle was to make a chicken out of an orange with four cuts of the scissors and the prick of a pin. In Fig. 1 of the above diagram the dotted lines on the stalk and the white lines on the orange show where the cuts with the scissors are to be made, and Fig. 2 shows the pieces put together, and the chicken complete.
[Illustration: LITTLE TOMMY'S NIGHTMARE, AFTER SPENDING AN UNUSUALLY BUSY DAY KITE-FLYING.]
End of Project Gutenberg's Harper's Young People, March 30, 1880, by Various