My whole may be a mother, not a dad,
So former may, or latter;
But twist my tail, and I become as mad
As any hatter!
Behead me, and behold I am a man,
Who never was called mister;
Cut off my tail, and instantly I can
Become a sister!
is solved by Madam (ma, dam, mad, Adam, Ada).
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In addition to the singularly appropriate anagram that has been so happily attached to the name of Florence Nightingale, Flit on, cheering angel, the same group of letters can be recast as an aspiration for her continuance in our loving memory, so that they form the sentence, Cling on, feeling heart.
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The rebus—
I am
a man
I rate you
a beast
You know me