No. 7. Charade.
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We are standing in the doorway, My dearest prime and I; The golden sun is sinking fast, And we must say good-by. Good-by! How can we speak the word So full of bitter pain? My laddie is going o'er the sea. We may ne'er meet again. God grant the fine may carry him Safe on his quest away, And surely bring him home next year, Till then I'll wait and pray. Again by the door I'm standing, With my love so near to me. For my prime was true, the fine was strong, And our all will ne'er severed be. |
| Cambridge, Mass. | Dil I. Gence. |
No. 8. Half Square.
1. Representations (Obs.) 2. Charcoal. 3. Long measures of one hundred feet. 4. Excrescences growing on a horse's leg. 5. To swell. 6. A bird of ill-omen (Obs.) 7. A throng (Obs.) 8. Measures of capacity for liquids (Roman Antiq.) 9. A title for a person in authority in the East. 10. A Latin preposition. 11. A letter.
| Jersey City, N. J. | Itami. |
No. 9. Triple-Letter Enigma.
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In "promise wise;" In "different size;" In "endless ties." A country, governed by an all, Is nicely situated, For it has some advantages Which can't be overrated. |