RIDDLES.

~T

OD

RIDDLE LXXYV.
W HEN Phebus darts his early ray,

I then in sparkling gems appear ;
Brush’d from the fragrant hawthorn’s spray,
Transient and bright as beauty’s tear:

For I adorn the queen of flowers,
Trembling on the verdant lawn ;

Tm seen in Fora’s rosy bowers,
And am exhaled as soon as born.

 

RIDDLE LXXVI.

‘WERE sometimes three, or only two, or one,
And in such cases are esteemed by none ;

But when we’re many, in exalted station,

We often form a people’s recreation.

Being loquacious, we delight to sing

The lofty acts of hero, patriot, king.

Nor about these alone we make a clatter,

We do as much for any other matter ;

For, sympathise with man we ever must,

We hail his birth-day, or lament his dust ;

And we’re such fav’rites, that where’er we dwell,

That place is truly said to bear the bell.