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RIDDLES.

RIDDLE 1.

T me crowds assemble,
At me thousands tremble;
T’'m gaiety’s friend ;
I to life put an end;
In the air hurled on high,
Fraught with ruin I fly ;
For dancing I’m famed ;
For murder oft blamed ;
I’m frequent in duels,
I oft display jewels ;
I describe the whole earth ;
I occasion much mirth ;
That I’m found in your eye,
And your thumb, don’t deny.

RIDDLE LI.

PROM the third Harry’s time we our pedigree trace,
But some will aver more ancient our race;

We are born amidst bustle, and riot and noise;

We're a numerous family, all of us boys;

‘We are mere human creatures, like you or another,