| I am the first half you all are to guess, |
| I, a poor insect, quite tiny or less. |
| After me comes the two-syllabled verb |
| Lovers may do and their parents disturb. |
| Join us, we make the fleet-footed beast |
| Lovers should copy and rival; at least, |
| Would those rash lovers reach safely their goal, |
| They ought to make use of the speed of my whole. |
No. 54.—A Geography Lesson.
1. What town in Norway would you prefer not to drive a shying horse past?
2. What city in Trans-Caucasia runs on wheels?
3. What is the most aristocratic river of Europe?
4. What suburb has Bombay that, if you had it, you would try to get rid of?
5. What city of Afghanistan can one person talk in every part at once?
6. What large river of Bosnia can you not drown in?
7. What town in Sweden could you use on your front-yard fence?