No. 2.—Quinary.
| "With you, don't think I'll bate a stiver! |
| And folks who put me in a passion |
| May find me —— to another fashion." |
In the above lines of a famous poem the word which fills the blank is the last syllable of the five words described below.
| 1. By bonnie braes in Scotland old, |
| My notes are heard with love untold. |
| 2. Tars in hours of well-earned leisure |
| With twinkling feet would tread my measure. |
| 3. A man in love with rocks and ore |
| Can by my aid know Nature's lore. |
| 4. I'm hollow, and of sable hue, |
| And cousin to the chimney flue. |
| 5. When sadly off the proper key, |
| A friend in need you'll e'er find me. |