No. 60.—A Riddle.

I'm part of a city, and part of a ghost;
I'm part of a little, and part of the most;
I'm part of astrology, part of the light.
Part of the battle as well as the fight.
With murder, however, I've nothing to do;
I shun all that's wicked, though not what's untrue.
In fathers and mothers I'm sure to be found;
In sisters and brothers I also abound.
I'm crossed in affection as well as in wealth;
I'm always with doctors, yet always in health.
I know naught of hunger, but suffer with thirst,
And I'm found with the best as well as the worst.