is solved by trifle, flirt.
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358
My first, for ages out of mind
All men have always worn behind,
And yet alike by sea and land
They carry it upon their hand.
My second, carefully matur’d,
Is never ill but often cured.
My whole, within unchanging lines,
Black men and white alike confines.
is solved by Backgammon.
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359
The Rebus—“We westand fall,”—is solved by United we stand, divided we fall.
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