43 HOME AMUSEMENTS.

RIDDLE LXXXYVI.
HOUGH legs I have got, it is seldom I walk ;
Though many I backbite, yet I never talk ;
In places most secret I seek to hide me,
For he who feeds me never can abide me.

 

RIDDLE LXXXVII.

E are little brethren twain,

Arbiters of loss and gain ;
Many to our counters run,
Some are made, and some undone :
But men find it, to their cost,
Few are made, but numbers lost :
Though we play them tricks for ever,
Yet they always hope our favour.

 

RIDDLE LXXXVIII.
W HEN from this life grim death the husband takes,

And of his wife a lonely widow makes,
Then into being I am brought you'll find,
For oft I ease the sad desponding mind.