TANGLES.
Charades.
1. When I go gunning
I’m very bright.
And it’s my delight
To keep good sight.
When I go fishing
I like to hook,
And when I sift
A pretty book,
I help our seamstress and our cook,
Then all around the room I look
And think of all I’ve undertook.
Second.
I’m beating America,
So folks say,
As through the air
My horses tear,
And snap, snap, snap,
I cannot hold them back.
Whole.
Black and sweeping,
Swimming and weeping,
So wet, so tender,
Sometimes the scorning of’t
Others the sorrow of’t,
Lifting so joyfully,
Drooping so coyly.
2. My first shouts freely in,
My second’s a pretty letter,
My third a valiant instrument.
But my fourth, alas,
Just has to pass,
As wound and scar,
From beauty’s law it doth debar,
For it doth seal and hurt and mar.
3. My first comes over the sea,
And delicious it is to me,
My second of use to draw,
And of variety score upon score,
My whole has letters six,
And while the clock ticks, ticks,
I am sure you’ll guess my name,
For I’ve told you very plain.
4. I am a word of five letters,
And a torment to my betters,
My first and last are alike they say,
My second and fourth the same trick play.
My three middle letters
Come every one’s way
And make a brief stay,
On all alike,
Just before night.