CROSS-WORD ENIGMA.
You will find me in the orchard, where the pears and apples grow;
I'm discovered in the clauses that the lawyers so well know;
I am found in every present that our loving friends bestow;
I am bound up in the caskets that will splendid jewels show;
I am seen within the patient who is sick of drugs and pills;
The planter carries me with him while riding o'er his hills;
'Mongst the letters of the ledgers I feel perfectly at home;
And from the muffins, sweet and fresh, I never wish to roam;
The fairies hold me in their arms as through the air they fly;
And every scholar claimeth me as he at work will ply;
I take part in all the ballads that are sung by young and old;
I am portion of the denizen who roams the forests bold;
In thickets I'm not absent, as you all must plainly see;
And my whole comes in September, filling farmers full of glee.
C. D.