CHARADES. ' 117

In earth’s cold bosom lies my next,
‘An object most forlorn;

For often cruelly ’tis used,
And trampled on with scorn.

Amid the dismal shades of night,
My whole is bright and gay;

Though dark and gloomy it appears,
Exposed to open day.

 

CHARADE LIY.

Y first is equally friendly to. the thief and the

lover; my second is light’s opposite, though they

are frequently seen land in hand, and their union, if

judicious, gives much pleasure. My whole is tempt-

ing to the touch, grateful to the sight, but fatal to
the taste.

 

CHARADE LY.
MY first, I must. own, is deception’s base child, -
“ : Which has spread, since the hour of its birth,
Like poisonous plants, which in gardens grow wild,
And contaminate great lumps of earth.