RIDDLES.

And yet of long legs I have two;
Yet I never walk,
And FT never talk,

Then what does my nobody do?

If you move me, then I
Move most pliantly,
And my feet always serve me for hands;
I gather up all,
The great and the small,
As my master or mistress commands.

If you straddle me wide,
‘T then cannot ride,
And this for the best of all reasons ;
For nothing D’ve got,
On which I can trot,
In winter or in summer seasons.

Although you may stare,
This is all, I declare,

So now tell my name if you can;
[ll farther make known,
In the same honest tone,

I’m neither child, woman, nor man.