My whole you will probably pass.
300. Entire, I belong to the United States; remove one eye, and I belong to a horse; curtail me, and I belong to the human race; curtail again, and I am the child’s best friend; curtail again, and I am best known to the printer; curtail again, and I become invisible.
ENIGMA.
301.
Though for years I had lived, I was unknown to fame,
Till I rescued a slave, and I gave him my name.
Though then Abolitionist—still I enthrall,
And unless I imprison—of no use at all.
’Tis strange I should be both a boon and a blow,