2.

A cardinal point, and two-thirds of the organ of sight.

3.

A county in the north of England.

4.

A small vessel for liquor, changing a letter.

5.

What is greatly prized by the sons of learning, and two-thirds of what we all daily do.

6.

A town in Brecknockshire, and half a town in Holland.

7.

A war instrument used in ancient times, fifty, á vowel and consonant.

8.

What adorns trees in spring, and the place of battle.

9.

Three-fourth's of a fence, and a peasant's dwell

ing.

10.

Three-fifths of an ancient coin, and what every gambler wishes to do.

11.

Three-fifths of a low fence, and a particle.

12.

A very ingenious workınan in colours,

13.

Part of a violent storm, and a title of Pluto.

14..

A command, and a place of water.

15.

Three-fourths of a fragrant shrub, and an ene

A wooden hammer, crossing a letter, and an Indian grain.

The outward part of a thing.

2.

I'm in rivers and fountains,
In hills and high mountains;
In kingdoms and nations,
In frolicks and fashions;
In grief and in pain,
In wind, hail, and rain;
In happiness and bliss,
In the lover's soft kiss;
In birds and in fishes,
In sighs and in wishes;
In dikes and in ditches,
In wizards and witches;
In courtships and marriages,
In chariots and carriages;
In sin and in vice,
In billiards and dice;
In ploughing and sowing,
In reaping and mowing;
In virtue and piety,

In friendship and society;
In ship and shipping,
In skip and skipping;
In dying and living,

In withholding and giving;

In laughing and weeping,

In waking and sleeping;

In all these various things you may me see,
So now, I pray, declare what I can be.

CHARADES.

1.

My first's an Indian weed you'll find,
Tho' much in England known;
My tuneful second charms the mind,
With melodious sound:

My whole, when connected, will bring to your sight,
What with pleasure is us'd by me every night.

2.

My first is one half of the wild beasts retreat,
My next is harmonious, melodious and sweet;
My whole when connected, you clearly will see,
A fickle goddess that ne'er smiles on me

......

3.

My first is a bird, whose rapt'rous lay,
Proclaims the approach of op'ring day,
And calls all nature from repose:
My next the farmer oft doth need,
When he mounts his slow pac'd steed,
And to the market goes:

My whole, if you together frame,
A very curious flow'r will naine.

REBUSSES.

1.

To four-fifths of a woman's christian name please

to add,

What makes the old miser rejoice and be glad ;These, when connected, will bring to your sight, An innocent flower, that's lovely and bright

2.

Reverse what lovers sometimes do
On some fair virgin bright;
A reptile then you have in view,
Perhaps disgusting to your sight.

QUESTION.

Does the Philosopher by his discoveries, or the Man of Business by his activity, render the most service to the community?

THE

PARNASSIAN GARLAND.

FOR OCTOBER, 1801.

H

ON PEACE

ARK! what rapture rends the air,
See the crouds tumultuous run;

Banish'd now is wan despair,

Mad ambition's work is done.
Peace descends in radiance bright,
Blooming olives deck her head;
Sweet she smiles, and gives delight,
Wide her blessings rapid spread.
In what cave, or lone retreat,
Didst thy form angelic lie?
Pity soft could never meet,

Thy dim, tearful, tender eye.
Frantic war's deep-sounding yell,
Frighted thee from fertile plains;
And the dismal tolling knell,

Moaning hoarse for slaughter'd swains.

Fly thou didst from village torn,

All was sorrow and despair;

Clad in gloom arose the morn,

Mark'd his face with wild'ring care.

From the cot discordant strains,
Flow'd from melancholy's harp;
There the widow'd wife complains,
Wounded by afflictions sharp.

Songs of joy were heard no more,
Sweetly sung to Innocence;
Dance fantastic round the door,
All were swiftly banish'd hence.
Midst her fields brown Ceres cried,
Tore with rage her poppy braid;
Fury spread dire ruin wide,

Midst her realms dread havoc made
'Neath the hostile hoofs prostrate,
Lo! the ripen'd harvest falls;
Lo! the fell effects of hate,

War is deaf, where mercy calls. Whilst dark desolation reigns, Whilst fell carnage thins the land, Worth of cold neglect complains; None takes genius by the hand. Hence, ye images of woe,

In other scenes to view arise; Scenes that cause my breast to glow: Peace enraptures my fond eyes. By thy plastic magic pow'r,

Nature blooms, and smiles around ;
Bliss attends each circling hour,
Now the land's with plenty crown'

Now the jocund song resounds
From the mansion and the cot;
Mirth in every vale abounds,
Sweet content's the peasant's lot.
Now his wife, with transport wild,
Fondly to his bosom's prest;
Now again he clasps his child
To his manly, tender breast.
All is rapture, all is love,

Ev'ry object charms his sight;
Parents, kindred, vie to prove,
He imparts to them delight.