CHARADES. 115

CHARADE L.

([HOUGH my, first’s a simple thing,
Yet many hundreds from it spring,

To men and animals a treat,

For each will freely of it eat.

Now I declare it is a flower

That sweetly scents the verdant bower.—

And when Aurora’s tints are spread,

Behold my second leave its bed;

Undaunted by a sense of fear,

Its courage now will soon appear;

For, when contesting for a prize,

It never yields, though sometimes lies—

My whole, I now beg leave to say,

Ts always deck’d in gay array.

 

CHARADE LI.

MY first the trembling culprit,
Tor his offences, fears;
When close behind pursuing,
The scouts of law he hears