ENIGMA.
Not wishing to be outdone in literary enterprise by those magazines which have attractions especially designed for the pleasing fancy and the strengthening of the intellect of youth, we have contrived and builded the following enigma, at great expense of time and labor:
I am a word of 13 letters.
My 7, 9, 4, 4, is a village in Europe.
My 7, 14, 5, 7 is a kind of dog.
My 11, 13, 13, 9, 2, 7,2, 3, 6, 1, 13 is a peculiar kind of stuff.
My 2, 6, 12, 8, 9, 4, is the name of a great general of ancient times (have spelt it to best of ability, though may have missed the bull's eye on a letter or two, but not enough to signify.)
My 3, 11, 1, 9, 15, 2, 2, 6, 2, 9, 13, 2, 6, 15, 4, 11, 2, 3, 5, 1, 10, 4, 8, is the middle name of a Russian philosopher, up whose full cognomen fame is slowly but surely climbing.
My 7, 11, 4, 12, 3, 1, 1, 9, is an obscure but very proper kind of bug.
My whole is -- but perhaps a reasonable amount of diligence and ingenuity will reveal that.
We take a just pride in offering the customary gold pen or cheap sewing machine for correct solutions of the above.
