1. Fitted for dons and babies; what we do Spoilt when 'tis used; your careless groom, of course, Too proud to use it, spoils your favourite horse. 2. 'Music hath charms,'-of course you know the rest, And of all music, own this chorus best. 3. In France they value it for what it's worth, 4. Shares and balloons resemble one another, They both must go there, or there'll be a bother; If the first sink, or if the latter falls, Holders and aëronauts! look out for squalls! 5. A medicine, which to give wants tact and skill; We hate the doctor, though he gild the pill. 6. A silly fool, who wastes his time and yours, Pray, ring the bell, and show him out of doors. It's 12. very hot! up-up I go; It's cooler now, and I am low. 1. His pulse is low, his tongue is white, 3. Pray put this on, the candle's low, 4. Although for proportion this word does stand, As reason it certainly sounds more grand. 5. For this I fear we cannot find a cure, I only trust it will attack no more. 6. The sound of music fills the air: Solemn and grand, of praise and prayer. 7. These letters are so entwined about, Indeed, we cannot make them out. 8. A monarch he; his throne is high, Great is his strength, and keen his eye. 9. She knows well what should be said or done, And can adapt herself to every one. 10. The sun is dark, although 'tis day, But soon the shade will pass away. 11. He takes your watch, or he asks for your gold; He may be a sly thief, or a brigand bold. 13. They are born at the death of their parent, One rises up and goes away, The other falls and lies. 1. Oh! don't you cry for me. 2. A patriarch I see. 3. I exclaim. 4. A pretty name. 5. Finish never, on for ever. 14. O sceptic monarch of the days of old! To yield to signs and wonders most unwilling, How you'd have marvelled, could you have been told, A boxful might be purchased for a shilling! 1. Men's minds, grapes, apples, napkins own my sway; And seamen feared me but the other day. 2. Noble I'm sometimes termed, at times a jade; And singers hate to feel me, I'm afraid. 3. As none of us can live without it, Why pay to hear it? Make no fuss about it. 4. With a good pair of scissors you may do it, But if you become one, you will rue it. 5. How strange to eat the flower, not the fruit! In Jewish substitutes we eat the root. e. Within your body certainly 'tis found, And just conceive the pain when it is ground. 7. With exercise 'twill serve to make you thinner, A cockney thinks that it relates to dinner. 8. Parsons must be much puzzled how to treat them, Whether to save them, tread on them, or eat them. 15. ‘He died a gallant knight, With sword in hand for England's right.' 'Where shivered was fair Scotland's spear, And broken was her shield.' 1. Your castle is surprised, your wife and babes Savagely slaughtered.' 2. 'Faithful found Among the faithless, faithful only he.' 3. "Tis a hall where people dance, And sup, and dance again.' 4. The grief hath crazed my wits.' 6. And there the dying lamps did burn 6 7. And when I heard the convent door Behind me close, to ope no more, I felt it smite me like a blow.' 16. A game that's amusing enough to street-boys, Whose temper it tries, and whose nerves it annoys 1. We take it in order our strength to regain; 2. An island not far from the coast of Spain; 3. And the scheme laid by burglars their booty to gain. 17. A FOOLISH PAIR OF COUSINS. 1. A famous schoolmaster. 18. To be found in every home, both rich and poor. 1. A useful conveyance. 2. The name of a princess. 3. The native of an Eastern country, 5. An assemblage of low people. 19. 'Cold drops of sweat stand on his furrowed brow, His hands are clenched, his eyes half-shut and glazed; His shrunk and withered limbs rigid as marble.' 1. 'The warrior took that banner proud, And it was his martial cloak and shroud.' 2. When he was gone, the house remained awhile Silent and tenantless-then went to strangers.' 3. She excels each mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwelling; To her let us garlands bring.' 4. 'Launch not beyond your depth, but be discreet, And mark that point where sense and dulness meet.' 5. 'The knight of Aguilar, The lowmost at the royal board, but foremost still in war.' 6. Ne'er in that eye had tear-drop quenched The flash severe of swarthy glow, That mocked at pain, and knew not woe.' |