52 HOME AMUSEMENTS.

I’m the fountain of life and the centre of feeling,
A wound made in me admits of no healing ;

In some Iam cold and in others am not ;

But if ever you dine on me, have me quite hot.

 

RIDDLE CVIII.

HAT could man do without my aid,
Or what each fair, industrious maid ?

I lead the first o’er sea and land,
The second takes me by the hand,
Presses me close, with care and skill,
And makes me do whate’er she will.
I cannot boast of many charms—
Dve neither feet, nor legs, nor arms ;
But all allow I have an eye,
So fine, it may with beauty vie.
I fear I many wounds impart,
Shed blood, but never touch the heart.
They who would contemplate my end,
(For that’s the point where I offend,)
Sharply to look about must mind,
Or me much sharper they will find.