28. A CHARADE
(With Latin parts.)
My first, thou knowest, was in ancient Rome,
Rome’s fate my next, and one that all may dread.
Long may it be before that fate shall come,
And sever with my whole thy life’s last thread!
No. XLVII.—A NICE BALANCE
This boy is sure that if he takes his time, and watches his opportunity, he will be able to reach and secure with his mouth the sugar on the chair. Will he?
29. BURIED POETS
The names of eight famous British poets are buried in these lines—that is to say, the letters that spell the names form in their proper order parts of different words:—
The sun is darting rays of gold
Upon the moor, enchanting spot,
Whose purpled heights, by Ronald loved,
Up open to his shepherd cot.