The Portland gazette. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1818-1824, 1821-02-08
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THE RIDDLE UNRIpDLED.

Aud then Introduce hiol-tOh shall but tell
My dear Mr.. frutef, the queer tuniult and swell |
Which asitate bosoms ike mine when hear |
a quick rap a. the do5r-ere Gus salianfs appear |
81, 90 that shall not ar1 yol may depend
4 never tell secfefs--aaiess for good cad
Bat l'i tell yoa my story with air influential,
And like fsmtd Heller between Us : conhden
tai"
Or 10 show of my French as ChampFosay taught,
Let II remain = entse nous" surely IL ought.)
John ran to the door, Of course 10 the glass,
Where | plated my hair, which lay ali ia a
mass.
And puil'd up my tucker and pulpd Down uy
ruff
And bedecked my fair person, as thought
enough.
smoothsd Ger my features, the time to beguile,
And chastised them into my prettest s.nie
Threw my self on the couch and dsgGge sat,
When in came JoHs, bringing your charming
GAzFTrE;
weather,
Slore than tweaty fre Beaux should they all
come together;
was little chsgrned tho and couldn't sit
quiet.
60 took Up the paper without waiting to dry It,
And tuned TO that Corner where often have
read
Stne beautiful LNtFact not worth pms head,
Original versea' TO some beautiful BELLE
Addressed to some one -who-no one could tell.
Now il yoa will promise the secret to keep,
t" And never tell one"-not even ID Sleep
llltel you who wrote 'em-now that's frank
aud ilse,
wrote 'sm myself, and addressed 'em 10 me.)
Yes turned to that Corner, when 10 in the
middle,
As glanced Ger the paper my eye caught " A
A Riddle, said TO myself now III see,
If can't puzzle Jem as he oft puzzles me.
40 upstairs went--where the Girls were ak set
Round quilt in lrame-which to work they
met,
With their Beaux ranged behind them, thread
ing their needles,
Or making out squares and not thinking of Riddles
Or any thing like 'em-poor souls (! they meier
had
Two ideas 10 their head, al time, good OF had
Or hught else which Fun, like jokes, cracks a.
round,
save what fine Comb would have brought to
the ground.
(But don't judge me hard, because you have
read
Folks always talks most Of what runs in their
hsad,)
return to my story--from this last depression,
And VIII try TO so thro' it--just after my fash
100,
In the hope youth excuse any slight impropri-
Aud never give TO it the least notoriety.
| told all the Girls and their Beaux what had.
Aud they chose Jimmy Dapper quite smart
Lad)
To read il aloud-word for word-line by line,
While all who sat round should the meaning
divine.
SO Tim cleared his pipes-cough'e, sneezed
and spat,
Thrust his fingers thro 5 hair and twitched Up
his Crayat,
g Stood an attitude, mute-slyly peeped in
the Glass,
Adons ed moment, stratened ap, land alas y
Thus the Dandy began Gin a strange hacking
tone,
'Twixt Gander's harsh cackling and sick
Kittens moan.)
" From name thai 10 Ladies as offen appled,''
What's that mother sister, aunt, wife, sweet
heart or bride
Cry thew all IN breath but Joe finding EN-
wrong,
Though, he'd show Tim the way and help him
along
Said be read The first ofthe next that decline.
won't read another word till you've gues'd the
first line
But Sue, said, my dear Tim, tho we can't guess
the fsst,
Read o. and Wen see, whether that be the worst:
60 4 i'm read, IN voice which Ger could abide
-a-genil,man's name-fo whaf 's-lft-besidt.
Beside what cred Iim-why, you poor silly I
elf
iiiike you. said Euphemia beside himself.
Well read on brother Tim: and Get thro, the |
rhyme,
Let Us hear every word and we III guess, the
mean time.
$ Ye,i ,n0y add all the paris thai in man ,eOurd
Be ief,'
Left where left how left foot left hand cri-
ed all the Girls,
While some pricked their fingers and some twist
Cd their curls.
~ tOth NE srtrsmes u his body reTe clcf,r
What ent of his head not your head, my dear
Tin.
y would be great loss 70 the world nor 10 him.
Said selucia SarcSstic but Jimmy read on
Never mind what the girls say-read till You re |
Aimee then he difference bstrstn Mother
" .4nd that rshiet first called her from Chaos 10
tsgh."
There ; Philosophy for you said yoong sOpho-
more,
IN bet he's a Frenchmsn who wrote il \. Encore.
Cried Johnny Petit And i'lI double the bet,
That you've not iiscoverkd the mea ming ont vet H
Ans, five tourths II . measure" palpsble bull /
What measure j. that Tim" why, a peck /
hespins iull.n
Or like pint Of nes.ses when boiled without
art,
In clean copper skillet. will come 10 a ouart ;,
: We shsnt get tnro' to day"-Alatrona de