CHARADE.
“Take a coarse kind of corn, which makes bread for the poor,
Then add that which you’ve oft help’d me over;
Join these aptly together, and you will be sure
An old borough town to discover,
To which every summer I gladly repair,
For friends kind and generous I ever found there.”
“I think the first must be oats,” said Charlotte.
“Ay, that is a coarse kind of grain,” replied Caroline; “but what town begins with that syllable?”
Mrs. Fitzallan smiled.