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), some FAMOUS RIDDLES.


" IeSl,
And the depths Of the ocean its pres
erce confessed.
Twill be found III the sphere when
tis riyen asundai,
Dc seen in the lightning and heard
in the thunder;
Twas allotted to man with his ear
liest breath,
Attends at his birth and awaits him
in death;
Presides DER his happiness, honor
and health,
Is the prop of his house and the end
of his wealth.
In the heaps of the miser 'tis hoard
ed with care,
But IS sure to be lost on his prodigal
heir
1t begins with hope, every wish it
must bound,
With the husbandman tolls, with the
monarch is crowned.
Without it the soldier and seaman
may roam,
But woe to the wretch who expels it
from homei
In the whispers of conscience its voice
will be found,
Nor cen in the whirlpool of passion
be drowned.
Twill not soften the heart, but
though deaf be the ear,
Twill make it acutely and instantly
hear.
Yet in shade let it rest like delicate
flower;
All! breathe on it softly, it dies IN an
hour.
Catherine Fanshawe.
Answer: The letter "H."
Gotten ascribed to Byron, and in
cluded in early editions of his poems.
Described by Bryant, in his Library
Of Poetry and Song, as the finest rid
die in eXistence.)
Enigma.
THE FIRST.
Immutable forever, L; the earth
Was still in swaddling clothes when
i had birth;
My sisters both took precedence of
ME,
Yet I am surely oldest of the three.
THE SECOND.
Before my dark-yeiled sister was,
was /.
But still you see me in my infancy;
Men blame, neglect and desecrate and
flout RE,
And yet the wisest could not live
without me.
THE THIRD.
Youngest and fairest of our sister,
hood,
Now in dim dread and now in hope
full mood,
Man waits my coming here, but sees
me never
Alas, I come not till I'm gone for
everi
Mabel P.
Answer: Yesterday; to-day; to-
morrow.
universally admired throughout
puzzledom.)
Enigma.
Cut off 1ay head, and singular I am;
Cut off my tail and plural I appear;
Cut off my head and tail, and, Won
drous feat!
Although my middle's left, there's
nothing there.
What is my head cut off? A sound
ing sea.
What is my tail cut of? A rushing
river,
And in their mighty depth fearless
play,
Parent of mutest sounds, yet mute
forever.
Thomas Darlington Macauley.
Answer: COD.
("The well-known 1ogogriph by
Lord :1acauley is one Of the best
enigmas that the Britons can boast
of, for it contains the requisite
POlAlS. -IlOU IlOy.)
Riddle.
Formed long ago, yet made to-day,
I'm most employed while others
sleep.
What few would wish to give away,
And none would ever wish to keep.
Charles James Fox.
Answer: Bed.
C'The Bed I nave long regarded
as the ideal riddle IN. C. S.
Anagram.
Quid est veritas? (Whatis truth?)
Answer: Est Vir qui adest. ct is
He that is presently
zone of the finest anagrams ever
made is one on Pilates despairing
words when our Lord was before him,
'Quid est veritas?' What il TRUTH
The true answer rises with absolute
accuracy in the transposition, EST
VIR QUI ADEST, 1t is He that is
presently
AEagram.
THEY SEE.-Anonyme. Answer:
The eyes.
("Anonyme's anagram is the most
perfect specimen We have ever SEEN"
Dorothy Doolittle.)
Palindromc.
The oldest Of these riddles (Which
read the same backward as forward)
is: Madam, I'm Adam" which is