116 HOME AMUSEMENTS.

And if in Spain the villain
His rogueries have done,

My second he perchance has felt,
In every aching bone.

My whole the weary soldier,
Long forced abroad to roam,
Greets with an eye of rapture—
His welcome winter’s home.

 

CHARADE LII.

M* first is ploughed for various reasons; and grain

is frequently buried in it, to little purpose; my
second is neither riches nor honour, yet riches would
generally be given for it, and honours are often taste-
less without it: my whole applies equally to spring,
summer, autumn, and winter.

CHARADE LIII.
HEN frost and snow o’erspread the ground,
And chilly blows the air,
My first is felt upon the cheek
Of every lovely fair.