Part 13

A _siren_, _risen_ on _Erin’s_ strands, Caught Pat’s heart in her meshes; He left the _reins_ in Cupid’s hands, And watched her _rinse_ her tresses; Tresses of _resin_ coloured gold, Veiling, like any frock, A tail which, as it did unfold, Gave to poor Pat a shock.

The words in italics are spelt with the same letters.

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The answer by anagram to “Where can you be ‘in a stone-pine garden’?” is _Pontresina, Engadine_.

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The words in italics are spelt with the same letters--

No _wider_ sympathy was ever shown Than when _weird_ news, from Kingston _wired_, was known.

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According to its anagram, the bodily discomfort which follows an _ague-fit_ is _fatigue_.

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This is the adjustment of the tangled square--

I S I S S I D E I D E A S E A T

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The European rivers concealed in the eight anagrams: Set in red robe Henri Le Roi O sell me red pine nerves biter, are Dniester, Ebro, Rhine, Loire, Moselle, Dnieper, Severn, Tiber.

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The palindrome runs thus--

STOP ROSE, I PREFER PIES OR POTS.

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“Your food will cost you more!”

is the political parrot cry which can be evolved by anagram from--

_O fool! O musty cry! O lurid woe!_

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Sir Robert Peel was the statesman from whose name a “terrible poser” is formed by anagram.

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The letters of the sentence, “Yea, a glad sun rose red” can be recast into the well-known proverb _Delays are dangerous_.

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The question, “Has there been a poet of unusual solemnity?” is answered by “_Yes, Milton_.”

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The anagram enigma--

No, no, I hardly ever touch The thing which many love so much, It has a place within these lines, But is taboo where Delia dines.

is solved by _Onion_ (no, no, I).

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When young Biceps, who had been plucked in Euclid declared that he could teach the examiners how to square a circle, this was his tricky method:--A circle may be aptly described as a “copper” or “Brown.” Having at hand your “copper” (P. C. Brown), when he has caught you on his rounds, proceed to square him in the customary way.

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As Biceps could not tell how to extract a circle from a square, his friend gave him the following solution: “Let the given square be Sloane Square; find the Inner Circle, and take its lines to any point, at any distance from that square, paying the proper fare. That’s the ticket!”

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Every _Cretan_ is said to lie, And steeds that _canter_ pant. The gods drank _nectar_, old and dry, And all men may _recant_. Finally this key extend Take from _en(trance)d_ the _end_.

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The charade--

My captive _second_, sulking in my _first_, Might surlily bemoan his fate accurst; Bemoan, or as alternative you find My _whole_ the word that fits his state of mind. For meet enclosure, you can take a score Of captive _seconds_, first deducting four.

is solved by _Denounce_ (16 ozs. = 1 _Pound_).

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The cipher--

~THGLBDWNWSLLLDSTFTHLT; MNFTNRDRNRGTNNTHSPT.~

becomes by the addition of E and O alternately--

The “Globe” do we now sell, oldest of the lot; Men often order one, or get one on the spot.

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When his brother put “Tim in a pet,” the explanation by anagram is that he was _impatient_.

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Who knows the _East_ a land may know Famed for its _teas_, and long age A _seat_ of sage and seer. The native there, so full of tricks, To _sate_ his hunger _eats_ with sticks, Nor knows his ways are queer.

The missing words are in italics.

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The charade--

If doubled you would see my first Let third and second be reversed. But if my last you would behold Increase my first a hundredfold. Combine them all, and you can trace The four within an empty space.

is solved by _Void_.

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In the words spoken in the hay-field to a thirsty toiler, “Mower, I will tap the cask!” are concealed by anagram the poet and his poem--_William Cowper, The task._

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The charade--

My _first_ is small, and seldom reverential; My next not large enough to heed or prize; My _whole_ is altogether consequential; My third though small is counted very wise--

is solved by _Important_.

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To be a a a a a a a a a a t C r I i O f U l S e s standing is the mark of a mean

is solved by _To be tenacious in the midst of trifles is the mark of a mean understanding_.

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The letters which spell RED NUTS AND GIN can be recast to form the one word UNDERSTANDING.

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The novel by Charles Dickens hidden in the pied letters--

~CDEHHIILOOOPRSSTTUY~

is _The Old Curiosity Shop_.

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In swift _relays_ the beaters add Fresh _layers_ to the heaps of slain; And still, with lust of slaughter mad, The _slayer_ plies his hand amain!

The words in italics have the same six letters.

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The charade--

My first is nothing but a name, My second still more small, My whole shows such a lack of fame It has no name at all.

is solved by _Nameless_.

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When one of the children said, “If father gives us a new dog it will wake the lazy ones”--the words pointed to Susan and Ethel, whose names are buried in the sentence.

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The cipher--

~NGOTRDSREAOHR ETNSVEENUDOEO~

is solved by starting with last letter of the second line, followed by the first letter of the first line, and so on throughout, taking always the last and first unused letters alternately, and forming thus the proverb “_One good turn deserves another!_”

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The enigma--

Well known by story, not by name, I died a death unknown before, Nor ever to corruption came; My shroud the waves cast on the shore.

is solved by _Lot’s wife_.

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The question--

How might an oyster, if it could speak and knew that unda is Latin for wave or water, complain in similar phonetic iteration when disturbed by thunder under unda?

is answered thus--

He could exclaim, “a noise annoys an oyster!”

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The words in italics have the same five letters--

When _Cesar_, our puppy, sets out for a run, Over _acres_ he _races_, all frolic and fun. For no whistle _cares_ he, in his desperate hurry, The slow sheep to _scare_, and the old cow to worry.

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The girls’ names shown by anagram in the sentence--“Bad hero set by thy door hurt me ma. Army may get ruder daily,” are Deborah, Betsy, Dorothy, Ruth, Emma, Mary, Amy, Gertrude, Lydia.

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The anagram is completed thus--

“Lord Beaconsfield’s statue.” _True as old Ben’s stolid face!_

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The Shakespeare anagrams--

The tub sold has old rough shelves. And e’en this fisherman caught best white smelts. A living lord’s black dress, worn high, I vow!

are formed, letter for letter and line for line, from this passage in “Romeo and Juliet”--

“Love’s heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glide than the sun’s beams, Driving black shadows over low’ring hills.”

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The mystical gnome never flinches from toil Who _buries_ the _rubies_ in Orient soil; Yet _busier_ mortals will ever abound, Who _bruise_ all the soil till the treasure is found.

The words in italics are spelt with the same six letters.

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The Puzzle acrostic--

My feathered first has wings and sings, Unfledged my second swings its wings; My third on blackest pinions flies, My fourth can float beneath the skies. The letters to my first that fall Are the initials of them all.

is solved thus--

O O O O L A R K O ● ● ● A R M Y O ● ● ● R O O K O ● ● ● K I T E

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My first was of the _pirate_ breed, Their _irate_ captain, hot and riled, To _rate_ his men found vain indeed, They only _ate_ and smoked, and smiled!

One letter is dropped each time.

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In the doublets puzzle HARE is made into SOUP by the following six links, changing one letter each time, and preserving their order--

HARE, hark, hack, sack, sock, soak, soap, SOUP.

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The enigma--

Putting two small beasts that you take To the beginning of an end, A pointed weapon you will make To wound a foe or praise a friend.

is solved by _Epigram_.

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If a “newspaper” could speak, it might say by anagram of the general work of its staff, _We pen pars_.

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The positive quantity 1011 is turned into a negative thus:--

NO.

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The one word formed by anagram from “O, I’m man’s trial” is _Matrimonials_.

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The rebus--

EEE and xxx URXXI XXX and eee.

is solved by “Great ease and small crosses before you are twenty-one, great crosses and little ease after that.”

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The answer to the riddle “Why may not the owner of a pine forest fell his timber?” is--Because no one is allowed to _cut_ when it is his own _deal_.

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He _aspired_ to be _praised_ as a wonderful shot, But he potted the dog, and _despair_ was his lot!

The words in italics are spelt with the same letters.

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In the doublet, as solved by Lewis Carroll, ARMY is changed into NAVY with seven links, and preserving the sequence while changing a letter every time--thus: ARMY, arms, aims, dims, dams, dame, name, nave, NAVY.

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The anagram puzzle--

‘I excel not by a pun’ Turn these six words into one!

is solved by _Unexceptionably_, which contains exactly the same letters.

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The answer to the strange riddle, “When is an onion like music?” is “_When you find it smell odious!_” (it’s melodious).

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The bitter cry of Christianity is, by its anagram: _I cry that I sin_.

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That a Conservative is constant to his cause is shown by the anagram: _Not vice versâ_.

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As a rule Christmas Day and New Year’s Day fall upon the same day of the week, but they will not fall upon the same day of the week in 1910 (or indeed in any year), because the New Year’s Day must be _after_ the Christmas Day to fulfil the conditions!

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“War is a game which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at,” wrote the poet’s pen; But in war’s issue will be staked the prize, While kings and subjects are but erring men; So Britain--native empress of the seas-- On ocean cradled, by her storm-king nursed-- Friend of the fallen, guardian of the free, Rests on her well-tried _last_ and trusty _first_. Her _first_ alone can well maintain her right, Unscathed by any threat or mutinous blast; And though, when needed, foremost in the fight, Her _first_ (strange paradox!) is always _last_! But should the tide of war approach the shore And threaten to engulf her island seat, My _whole_, replying with defiant roar, Would crash the audacious foe beneath her feet!

is solved by _Armstrong_.

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My first is flogged to make it move the faster, And turns at once to satisfy its master. My next will ripen as a pleasant fruit, For those whose simple taste its flavours suit. My whole, when breezes blow and pennons fly, Stands up aloft and points us to the sky.

is solved by _Top-mast_.

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A noun there is, of plural number, In daily use from here to Humber. Now almost any noun you take By adding “S” you plural make; But if you add an “S” to this, Strange is the metamorphosis! Plural is plural now no more; Useless what useful was before.

is solved by _Needles_, _needless_.

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First, a semi-circle make, Add to this another Figure of two little lines Meeting with each other; Then a perfect circle form, Truly, neat, compactly, Add another form to these, Like the first exactly; Then, to make it all complete, Form a kind of angle, With a straight line, that should meet In a kind of tangle; When you this have rightly done (’Tis the truth I’m telling), You will get an article Useful in a dwelling: Should you this decapitate, You may have another Article, which, in its place, Is useful as the other.

is solved by _Clock_, _lock_.

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Veiling the leas, my first may steep Late autumn’s listless air; And with my tainting second creep On idle spade and share.

When happy days link soul to soul, And sunny faces shine, May both combined, a subtle whole, Be far from me and mine!

is solved by _Mistrust_.

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Mark Lemon’s charade--

Old Charlie Brown, who a big rogue was reckoned, Was brought up at my first for making my second; He was fined, and because he no money would pay Had to work with my whole on the King’s highway.

is solved by _Barrow_.

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Complete, I grow within a field And pleasant pasture often yield; Behead me once, a suitor then Is quickly brought before your ken; Behead again, I am a word That on the cricket-ground is heard. Restore my heads, cut off my tail, To name a spice you’ll not then fail; Behead me now, and you will find The master passion left behind. Put on my head, my tail restore, Complete me as I was before, My second letter take away, An envelope I am, you’ll say; But now curtail me just once more, I am an inlet on the shore.

is solved by _Clover_, _lover_, _over_, _clove_, _love_, _cover_, _cove_.

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My _second_ is double my _first_, My _first_ is but half of my _second_; And I’m sure you’ll admit that my _whole_ Is ten times the latter when reckon’d.

is solved by _Ten score_.

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My _first_ I went the other day, And pretty surely reckon’d A basket of fine fish to catch, With hook and rod and _second_.

But I was out in reckoning; A very pretty she Of her fair face show’d just my _whole_-- And pretty soon hook’d _me_.

is solved by _Outline_.

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Of mirth the parent, though the child of art, A stranger to myself in every part; Each India has a native in my breast, The West my sweetness, and my fire the East. While milder climes my virtue to complete, Quicken my softness, and correct my heat; My dearest friends upon my vitals prey, And as they see me sinking, grow more gay.

is solved by _Punch_.

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When my whole takes a flight in the air you will find That my next is not left a great distance behind; But join them together, and plain to your view It all is as firm and as tight as a screw.

is solved by _Dovetail_.

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To three-fourths of a cross, add a circle complete; Then, let two semi-circles a perpendicular meet; Next, add a triangle that stands on two feet; Then, two semi-circles, and a circle complete.

is solved by _Tobacco_.

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Leader of Vandals and of vice My head is reckoned; A Turkish captain will suffice To be my second. My third is firm if well selected; My whole a wanderer neglected.

is solved by _Vagabond_.

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One thousand, two hundred, Nothing, and one, Transposed, give a word Expressive of fun.

is solved by COMIC.

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Praed’s charade--

My _first_ was creeping on his way Through the mists of a dull October day, When a minstrel came to its muddy bed, With a harp on his shoulder, a wreath on his head; “And how shall I reach,” the poor boy cried, “To the courts and the cloisters on t’other side?”

Old Euclid came, and he frown’d a frown, And he dash’d the harp and the garland down; Then he led the bard, with a stately march, O’er my _second’s_ long and cellar’d arch;-- “And see,” said the sage, “how every ass Over the sacred stream must pass!”

The youth was mournful, the youth was mute, He sigh’d for his laurel, he sobb’d for his lute;-- The youth took comfort, the youth took snuff, And follow’d the lead of that teacher gruff; And he sits, ever since, in my _whole’s_ kind lap, In a silken gown and a trencher cap.

is solved by _Cambridge_.

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Upright and honest is my _first_; My _second_ you may see Upon the frozen lake or stream; My _whole_ is equity.

is solved by _Justice_.

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Never wearied, see us stand, A glittering and a stately band-- Of sturdy stuff, but graceful form, In summer cold, in winter warm; From hottest duty never swerving, Night and day our place preserving; Each serving to a different use, Not to be changed without abuse. And, pray, mark well another fact-- In unison we never act, Except, as on occasion dread, We watch the ashes of the dead; When we are ranged, as you may see As awful sentries, one, two, three.

is solved by _Fire-irons_.

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My first, though naught, with others is a fruit, My next is vital to both man and brute. It should be dear to all who hate the devil, For it is ever the reverse of evil. My all, when whole, is eloquent of peace, Divided it invokes to life that will not cease.

is solved by _Olive_.

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Guess at my first, ’tis easy to discover, Covered with rings, and whiskered like a dandy. Wrapped up in furs, ’tis often on the housetop, Oft in the chimney!

See where my second, scorning to be hidden, Stands at the head of quite a band of others, Like a virago, straddling with feet apart, And arms akimbo.

Surely my next is happy in its office, Parting the lovelocks on Neæra’s forehead; Setting the golden lines wherewith she angles For the unwary.

If by my whole at any time you pass, you Tread on the dust of holy saints and martyrs, Holy the place, may holy thoughts attend you, Peacefully dreaming!

is solved by _Catacomb_.

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Offspring of nature and of art, I stand Chief ’midst the monuments of every land; I may not lengthen life, but I For centuries forbid to die. The greatest truth in me you meet Is but deception most complete. Unchanged I last the changing crowds among, And as I older grow, I grow too young.

is solved by _A portrait_.

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Pronounced as one letter, and written with three, Two letters there are, and two only in me; I’m double, I’m single, I’m black, blue, and gray, I’m read from both ends, and the same either way.

is solved by _Eye_.

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My _first_ is false as false can be; My _next_ old ladies wear; My _whole’s_ my _first_, as you will see, As false, I do declare.

is solved by _Falsehood_.

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When whole I am indeed a thing To puzzle you a bit; Though parts of me are hard, at Bridge The others make a hit; Or you may make a car of some, And fix a head to it.

is solved by _Charade_.

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A word of nine letters explains How to mitigate bodily pains; The five vowels are there, And four consonants share This function for medical brains.

is solved by _Inoculate_.

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My second guides my first and third For pleasure, trade, and war; My first and second by my third Are oft transported far. But when my first my third doth pull, ’Tis then his lot is worst; And should my second lack my whole, He’s apt to leave my first.

is solved by _Horsemanship_.

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It is a fact that neither _melons_ nor _lemons_ grew _on elms_.

The words in italics have the same letters.

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The completed palindrome, which reads alike from either end, is--

DRAW NO DRAY A YARD ONWARD.

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The schoolboy likes me well, For healthful sport I bring, Yet I can harm create, Though such a little thing: Connubial bliss is form’d by me; My nature is equality.

is solved by _Match_.

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What person’s name is doubly evil? _Sinbad_ reminds us of the devil.

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I’m a district near London; If made wrong, I come undone; O’er sweet strings I swift run, Or appear with the bright sun, And though by me fights were won, I can greet you every one.

is solved by _Bow_.

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I am my first when seen with you, My next is always bad. A rogue in grain much harm may do And make the farmer mad.

is solved by _Weevil_.

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When winter comes with frost and cold, My first is welcome, as of old; And though its grip may make you thinner, It helps to cook your Christmas dinner.

Let me but hear my next rejoice At early dawn with cheerful voice, I haste to find, with eager pleasure, Some specimen of hidden treasure.

A traveller my whole may find Far from his English kith and kind; Though some at home, to England’s shame, Are this in fact, if not in name.

is solved by _Heathen_.

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It was to-morrow, and It will be yesterday; Now it is near at hand What is it? Who can say?

is solved by _To-day_.

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My first doth fill with light his father’s eyes, The second shadows all the mother’s brow; My whole all men, all women, girls and boys, Have had, and long to lose, and lost for ever now; But know not, nor can know, when it was lost, and how.

is solved by _Childhood_.

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Complete, though not of human race, A soul in me may dwell; Behead, I held a higher place, Until, like man, I fell. Again behead, and in the song Of Burns I’m all your own; Behead once more, it would be wrong To find me out when known.

is solved by _Train_, _rain_, _ain_, _in_.

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With head good for naught, And with tail always drunk, You know well what to say Of the worth of my trunk. First cut off my tail, I am Greek, and I’m not; Then cut off my head, And some Latin you’ve got. Lopping both you know best What remains, as I said, For I really am you If I lose tail and head!

is solved by _Out_.

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One guiding eye I need In running through the gaps; My tail, as on I speed, Is caught in many traps.

is solved by _A Needle_.

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The Chess charade--

Of all the birds that ever sought a mate, My first is to but one appropriate, So speak the word! nor silence shyly woo. To find my next, go! wander in the Zoo! My whole is a magician of the squares, But Art, with Chess, his best affections shares, So this, indeed, to him may be a law When _winning’s_ hopeless, grandly still to _draw_.

is solved by _Boden_.

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Though poor and humble was my birth I sit enthroned on high; My footsteps far above the earth, My canopy the sky.

O’er toiling subjects thus in state I bear despotic sway; Yet on them hand and foot I wait At break and close of day.

is solved by _A coachman_.

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I am not of flesh and blood, Yet have I many a bone; No limbs, except one leg, And can’t stand on that alone.

My friends are many, and dwell In all lands of the human race; But they poke my poor nose into the mud, And shamefully spatter my face.

Thrust me into each other’s ribs, Stick me in gutter and rut; I have never a window, and never a door, Yet I often open and shut.

is solved by _An umbrella_.

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Before the crown descended on The head of England’s Queen, Four Kings upon that royal throne Of the same name had been. Now if the signs which marked their name Be joined unto a beast, We have a food on which the same (A quadruped) will feast.

is solved by _Grass_.

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Fox’s enigma--

I am pretty, and useful in various ways, Though I tempt some poor mortals to shorten their days; Behead me, and then in my place will appear What youngsters admire every day in the year; Behead me once more, and without any doubt, You must be what is left if you don’t find it out.

is solved by _Glass_, _lass_, _ass_.

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My first, when skilfully performed (Its doer by applauses warmed), Bespeaks both skill and vigour. When with my whole, so soft and light, I saw my second gay bedight, She made a splendid figure.

is solved by _Feather_.

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The man who _rates_ the common _tares_ Above the _aster_ chaste. _Stare_ as he may, the world declares Is not a man of taste. And, though my sympathy he shares, No _tears_ on him I’ll waste.

The words in italics have the same letters.

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When a monk in old times, unexpectedly heated, Endangered the peace of his soul, To atone for my second my first he repeated Quite ten times a day on my whole.

is solved by _Average_.

335

An insect small and fell Makes a weird sound, If, as its name you spell, You turn it round.

One letter cast, and still Shift what remains, Another insect will Reward your pains.

is solved by _Gnat_, _tang_, _ant_.

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Where head and body duly meet I am as slender as a bee; Whether I stand on head or feet My figure shows its symmetry.