My second, worn with pompous pride,
My first had dangling at his side,
On chain securely hooked.
My first he came from o’er the sea,
A bundle of conceit looked he,
And he was all he looked.
She led him to the village green,
Where in desponding mood was seen
My whole, with drooping head.
“Behold,” she said, “a perfect, true,
And striking likeness, sir, of you!”
And, laughing, gaily fled.
No. XXII.—EVOLVING A PAINTER
There are two English words which are appropriate to this picture—
One of them has as its anagram the very apposite sentence, “Or not a man first;” the other treated in similar fashion becomes, “O I love nuts!” What are the two words?
14. DOUBLETS
Who can turn WHEAT into BREAD with six links, changing one letter each time, and preserving the general order of the letters throughout?