My first is in Paris, but not in the Seine.
My second in simple, but not in fool.
My third is in Frankfort, but not in the Main.
My fourth is in labor, but not in tool.
My fifth is in trouble, but not in grief.
My sixth is in fortune, but not in fate.
My seventh is in robber, but not in thief.
My eighth is in malice, but not in hate.
My ninth is in gymnasium, furnished with ropes and bars.
The secret of my whole is hid in sun and moon and stars.
Tom.
CHARACTER TREES.
| 1. | What is the sociable tree? |
| 2. | The tree where ships ride? |
| 3. | The languishing tree? |
| 4. | The chronologist's tree? |
| 5. | The fisherman's tree? |
| 6. | The tree warmest clad? |
| 7. | The tree that fights? |
| 8. | The housewife's tree? |
| 9. | The lazy tree? |
| 10. | The dandy's tree? |
| 11. | The tree that supplies wants? |
| 12. | The tree that invites to travel? |
| 13. | The tree that forbids to die? |
| 14. | The tree always near in billiards? |
| 15. | The Egyptian plague tree? |
| 16. | The tree in a bottle? |
| 17. | The tree in a fog? |
| 18. | The busiest tree? |
| 19. | The most yielding tree? |
| 20. | Tree neither up nor down hill? |
| 21. | The tree nearest the sea? |
| 22. | The tree that binds ladies' feet? |
| 23. | The tree cockneys make into wine? |
| 24. | Tree that warms cold meat? |
| 25. | Tree offered to friends when we meet? |
| 26. | The treacherous tree? |
[THROWING LIGHT.]
BY E. MASON.
I am white, I am black, I am all colors save blue, green, and purple, and all lengths, yet when I am grown I am of uniform size. I run with great swiftness, but have no motion of my own; am carried round by my possessor, and worn according to the taste of my owner. I don't know how I can be worn, though the outer covering of me is put to some use, I believe. I am very hard to tame, though gentle and timid, yet I submit to being pulled, tied, cut, dressed, burned, without rebelling; in fact, I might be called inanimate, though I never cease growing; but the truth is, in a year I attain my full growth.
I am excellent eating, and esteemed a delicacy, yet should I make my appearance in the food of a delicate person, or even of anybody, disgust would certainly ensue. I can be dressed according to fancy, though there is but one way of cooking me; still, I do not need cooking, except when taken from my natural place: then I am baked to preserve me; but I am only cooked to be eaten, not preserved; and as to dressing me, my garment must be taken off before I can be made palatable, and that I never am, for I can't be chewed or swallowed, though lovers of me declare me to be a toothsome morsel.
Men hunt and persecute me, yet they do not like to be without me, and are very apt to feel when I leave them that it is a sign of age. I can belong to people in two ways—either by inheritance or by purchase; when in the latter manner, every one tries to conceal the fact, and pretend that I am a gift of nature, though extravagant sums are paid for me, as there are fashions in me in color, and I am often dyed, though that process would render me worthless and unmarketable.