CHARADES. 97

CHARADE XI.
[N the words you're to guess, it has ever been reckon’d,
My first is not only my first but my second;
And another remark too, by no means the worst,
Is, my second’s not only my second but first;
Turn both well in your mind, all folks will agree
That you’ve hit on my whole, by catching of me;
But the best of the jest is, though odd it may seem,
That I don’t afford milk, though I do afford cream.

 

CHARADE XII.

GHOULD dame Nature deny you the bliss to inherit
The charm that attends on a volatile spirit,

Her niggardly hand my first will supply,

And call forth the lustre to beam in the eye.

My second’s a liquid, though hard as a bone,
Composed of sand by the help of a stone;

And yet, my good friends, I am strongly inclined
To say it is formed by the power of the wind.

And now I declare that my first has been reckon’d
In a certain degree to depend on my second;
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