CHARADES. 95

CHARADE VI.

MY first is an insect; my second a border;
My whole puts the face in a tuneful disorder.

 

CHARADE VII.

M* first brave Nelson yielded, midst the jar
Of angry battle, and the din of war;

My second, when from labour we retreat,

Far from polite, yet offers us a seat:

My whole is but my second more complete.

 

CHARADE VIII.
Mi Y first when graceful Delia takes,

As down the dance she moves,
The tumult of delight she wakes,
And every thought is love’s.

My second in a red ruled book
May oft occasion pain;

And cause us many an anxious look,
Till cross’d and cross’d again.