120 HOME AMUSEMENTS.

CHARADE LXII.

HEN Winter’s chilling blasts were fled,
And Spring’s enliv’ning grace
And blooming blossoms were o’erspread,
My first then shew’d its face.

My second is a staff erect:
My whole shall now appear,

And when the youthful pairs collect,
Inspire their hearts with cheer.

 

CHARADE LXIII.

MY first is a substance that’s light;
My second makes many things tight:
My whole is the key to delight.

 

CHARADE LXIV.

MY first’s the source of various good,
To man and beast supplying food;

My next results from cold or fear,

But quickly flies when aid is near:

My whole strikes terror to the heart,

And sometimes rends my first apart.