CHARADES. 107

CHARADE XXXI.

F, ladies, ye my first would know,
You'll find me in a gentle blow;
All accountants claim my second—
A number—tis by them oft reckon’d:
My whole, ye fair, oft lends its aid,
In dirty weather to the maid.

CHARADE XXXII.
ATTRACTIVE first, whose power all hearts obey,

Whether in milder or more firm array,
With silent eloquence thou ’rt often seen,
In black, or blue, or grey, but never green. —
Degrading next! By tyrants only used,
With which both brutes and slaves are oft abused;
The wise and good despise thy stern control—
They govern by my first each willing soul.—
My whole in silken robes my first befriends,
And from impending ills each hour defends.