RIDDLES. 49

But what avails? Alas ! it is my lot—

To be discarded and to be forgot ;

For Pm neglected when pale Winter reigns
With frigid influence o’er hills and plains :

My brother then oft occupies my place,

While I am left neglected in disgrace.

From these few hints, I pray, my name dea
I still will shelter and preserve the fair,

RIDDLE CII.

’M a twin brother, mostly white as milk,
Neatly attired in woollen or in silk ;

On every belle I constantly attend,
More in the guise of servant than of friend ;
And if by chance I’m either stolen or stray’d,
Shame and vexation seize the blushing maid.
However, (and I own the act was civil,
And shews that good may be educed from evil),
The loss of such a little paltry thing,
Hinted a decoration to a king.