There is a noun of plural number,
Foe to peace and tranquil slumber.
Now almost any noun you take
By adding “s” you plural make.
But if you add an “s” to this
Strange is the metamorphosis.
Plural is plural now no more,
And sweet what bitter was before.
XXIII.—THE TWIN PUZZLE SQUARES
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 2 | 3 | ||
| 5 | 6 | 4 | 5 | |||
| 7 | 8 | 7 | 8 | 9 | ||
Fill each square by repeating two of its figures in the vacant cells. Then rearrange them all, so that the sums of the corresponding rows in each square are equal, and the sums of the squares of the corresponding cells of these rows are also equal; and so that the sums of the four diagonals are equal, and the sum of the squares of the cells in corresponding diagonals are equal.
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There is an old-world charm about this Enigma:—
In the ears of young and old
I repeat what I am told;
And they hear me, old and young,
Though I have no busy tongue.
When a thunder-clap awakes me
Not a touch of terror takes me;
Yet so tender is my ear
That the softest sound I fear.
Call me not with bated breath,
For a whisper is my death.