| If you are this, how many ills you'll shun |
| If you in youth your ways have well begun. |
3.
| If wounded in this by bite or shot of gun, |
| There is no hope, and now your course is run. |
4.
| The fourth is here, the Christian name of son |
| Which indicates a free or candid one. |
5.
| I'm lost now for a terminal "un," |
| And hampered thus is certainly no fun. |
| So take this as it is, dear "Kink"y folks, |
| A synonym you'll find for yellow yolks. |
No. 49.—Easy Riddle in Prose.
We lived in a brook, and were five in number. We were taken out, once on a time, and we never got back again. Four of us were lost—hopelessly lost—and nobody knows what became of us. But the fifth took a rapid journey in the midst of much excitement, brought up at the end of the journey in the queerest place any of our family has ever been before or since, I think, and if I were able to come to you now I would be worth thousands and thousands of dollars. What am I, who were my brothers, and why can't I realize some of these thousands?