CHARADE.

299.

My first gave us early support;

My next a virtuous lass;

To the fields, if at eve you resort,

My whole you will probably pass.

300. Entire, I belong to the United States; remove one eye, and I belong to a horse; curtail me, and I belong to the human race; curtail again, and I am the child’s best friend; curtail again, and I am best known to the printer; curtail again, and I become invisible.

ENIGMA.

301.

Though for years I had lived, I was unknown to fame,

Till I rescued a slave, and I gave him my name.

Though then Abolitionist—still I enthrall,

And unless I imprison—of no use at all.

’Tis strange I should be both a boon and a blow,

But when you discern me, this fact you will know.

Doctors’ stuff I convey and small matters unfold,

Yet rare gems I preserve and great nuggets of gold.

In form I am round or three-cornered or square,

And at once I am known as both common and rare.

If you wish to be safe when you look at a show,

You must pay for, and take me, and sit in a row.

Clothed in crimson, and purple, and black I am seen,

Yet in gardens in winter I’m constantly green.

I am valued and dear, though ’tis equally clear,

I am scorned and am hated when placed on the ear.

Both of light goods and heavy I carry the trade,

Yet in gold I’m oft clothed and in jewels arrayed.

If bad passion disturb, or should ill-will excite,

I become the forerunner of many a fight.

Yet stranger than all these remarkable things,

I’m a gift oft bestowed by princes and kings.

N.B.—As I find it impossible to display all my qualities and peculiarities in verse, I will endeavor to describe myself more minutely in plain prose. I am either animal, vegetable, or mineral, and though sometimes no bigger than a bright copper penny or a silver sixpence, yet I am at times as large as a room—indeed, I am a room, and can contain several people; and then, too, I am made narrow, and can only contain one horse! In summer and winter I flourish as a vegetable, and am often cut, but never served at table. I am most valued at the end of the year, when I am often given and often taken. Though unlearned, I have given name to a science—a very striking quality you will acknowledge, when you know me. If you discover me, you deserve me as a reward. If you are dull of comprehension, you deserve me as a punishment! May you have your deserts!

302.

My first you are when over the ground

You lightly trip to the river’s bank,

Where my second may always be found;

Beware my whole, ’tis cold and dank.

And fatal, too, to many a one

Who will not its danger carefully shun.

303.

I am composed of 13 letters:

My 9, 10, 7, 1 was a good man.

My 4, 5, 13, 2, 8 is an unhappy wretch.

My 11, 12, 3, 6 is an adjective.

My whole is an extraordinary tale.