CHARADES. 109

All mortals to my first repair,

And bid adieu to toil and care,

My next for various ends design’d,
Yet oft my first you there will find:
Within my whole you seek repose,
Forgetting life and all its woes.

 

CHARADE XXXY.

HEN early Aurora with radiance appears,
Hear my first cheerly sound o’er the plain;

Whilst my feeble-toned second is drown’d to our ears,

And behold in confusion the swain!
My whole see the brilliant assembly engage,

At a ball or a gay masquerade ;
But more frequently now is confined to the stage,

For harlequin or his loved maid.

 

CHARADE XXXVI.

Y first will emit a faint light,
My second to wood has affiance;
My whole is high-polish’d and bright,
And my first on its aid has reliance.