ANSWER TO THE ENIGMA IN No. 17.

Mr Teague, the enigma you sent me, my honey,

Must mean, I conjecture, a round bit o’ money;

But what it can be, is a regular stopper,

Unless it’s a coinage from some kind of copper;

Though your Dean of St Patrick’s did not like the stuff,

For this very fair reason—’twas not big enough.

So here goes a guess—and, in truth, to be plain,

It’s a good honest Penny your honour will mane.

Ah, Geordy, full oft have they tried to disgrace,

With buffets and blows, thy right royal old face;

Let them hammer away till they’re all in a pet,

For real solid worth thou’rt the best of the set.

E’en O’Connell must own, though he don’t like the mint,

That thou art the cream of his flourishing rint!

As for gold, it flies off like the chaff or the stubble,

Leaving little behind but vexation and trouble.

And that mealy-fac’d silver, experience of old

Says is only too apt to take wings after gold—

In fact, I ne’er found, from the mohur to piastre,

That one kind or other went slower or faster;

Do just as you like, it seems a thing plann’d,

That one of those vagrants shall ne’er be on hand.

We well know what wonders a Penny can do,

What instruction and comfort a mite will bestow.

The stores of the world, its rust and its lumber,

Come brighten’d and polish’d in each penny number.

The well-spring of knowledge is open to all—

The Penny has spread it through cottage and hall.

So now, my friend Teague, let the great have the guinea.

You and I’ll be contint if we’ve always a Pinny.

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