ENIGMA.
My first in eat, but not in drink.
My second in float, but not in sink.
My third in garment, not in dress.
My fourth in curl, but not in tress.
My fifth in race, but not in run.
I can gaze unhurt at the noonday sun.
Maud P. A.
No. 2.
DOUBLE ACROSTIC—(To North Star).
Primals.
Without me, what is life?
To win me, shun no strife.
Finals.
Fair land of my primals, from sea to sea,
Swell the loud anthem of liberty!