RIDDLES. 45

Yet a friend to all mortals I ever must be ;
Nor poet nor songster exists without me:
Peculiarly form’d, I delight a whole nation,
And now am a riddle for your recreation.

 

RIDDLE XCIII.
EF suis & la téte de l’armée,
Et je suis toujours en garde contre ’ennemi, |
Et sans moi Paris serait pris.

RIDDLE XCTY.

AM just two and two—I am hot, I am cold,
And the parent of numbers that cannot be told ;
T am Jawful—unlawful ; a duty—a fault ;
I am often sold dearly—worth nothing when bought ;
An extraordinary boon, and a matter of course,
And yielded with pleasure—when taken by force.

RIDDLE XCV.

W HAT is that which will give a cold—can cure a
cold—and may pay the doctor?