Sweet till I lose my head,
Sweet-hearted then I show;
Decapitate again, I spread,
And cannot be below.
Served so once more, I am not dead,
But with fresh beauty glow.
No. CII.—A KNIGHT’S POETIC TOUR
On the board below a verse of eight lines runs on the course of a Knight’s move from square to square:—
| sor | to | king | good | say | luck | loy | eth |
| and | moth | a | soon | dis | our | to | bad |
| place | ry | church | his | force | is | hat | al |
| er | queen | him | wight | he | to | may | truth |
| man | his | and | and | chess | es | knight | op’s |
| a | sneer | the | and | un | lawn | of | tates |
| cas | that | at | less | pawn | no | bish | lant |
| eth | faith | tles | hath | the | gal | in | love |
Can you disentangle the little poem?
84. TOMMY’S MONEY BOX
“Dad,” said little Tommy, “give me as much as I have in my purse, and I will put a shilling in my money-box.” This was done, and the process was repeated for three more days. How much had Tommy originally in his purse, which was now quite empty?