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HOME AMUSEMENTS.

And, when your mortal life is o’er,
Hold all your wealth within my power.

 

RIDDLE XXII.
I CONTAIN many gallons of drink;
Yet I often am held to the lip;
Scarce Goliath could lift me, you'd think ;
And yet I can hold but a sip.

From the top of your house I descend,
And under the pavement I crawl ;

I furnish whole cities with drink ;
Though seldom they see me at all.

 

RIDDLE XXIII.
EEP in the bosom of the earth
T lie conceal’d from sight,
Till man, who ransacks nature through,
Displays my form to light.

Yet, when I first salute the view,
I’m rude and void of use;

Til frost, which other objects binds,

Assists to set me loose.