CHARADES. 101
CHARADE XIX.

MY first you must own is intended to bring
All urgent despatches of state to the king;

The peasant, the postman, the farmer, and ’squire,

Declare that my first they all greatly admire;

And even the soldier with joy will proclaim,

It help’d to procure him the trumpet of fame.

Again, I protest, ’tis a bit of dry wood,

That oft in the kitchen unmoved has long stood,

But now at the fire I will give it a station,

And then it shall rise to a high elevation;

Though warmth to my first no one good can supply,

Yet oft it assists in keeping things dry.

My second with silver is sometimes bedeck’d,

Yet at others I’ve seen it all spotted and speck’d;

*Tis satin and silver, united together;

Again, I have known it composed of red leather.

My whole by a metal becomes a defence,

Protecting a part without fecling or sense.