CHARADE LX.

My first is a place where no promises bind;
My second is toss'd by each wavering wind :
My whole is unstable as friendship or weather,
And those who trust to it rely on a feather.

CHARADE LXI.

My first does with ladies and lawyers abound,
And in regular families always is found;
My second to water or wind may belong,

Or to twenty things more, had I room in my song :
My whole is a thing that its fate does bemoan,
'Midst a sound that is form'd of a tune and a groan.

CHARADE LXII.

My first, I hope you are; my second, I see you are; and my whole I know you are.

CHARADE LXIII.

My first, ye fair, is ever at your side;
My next may guard you from insulting pride;
My whole's an ornament you often wear
Around your waist, your neck, or flowing hair.

BEHOLD my first in sable hue;
View it again in azure blue;
Sometimes carnation 's not more bright;
Again, it seems a milky white.

My second, I must make confession,
Is a most choice and rich possession,
Which all enjoy; for rich and poor
Possess alike this valued store.

My whole is form'd of glass and lead,
And always rises o'er our head.

CHARADE LXV.

As spotless as Eliza's mind,
Behold my first appear:
Yet in its nature much inclined
To vary with the year.

My second, let it not seem strange,
Is sometimes dress'd in sable;
Yet so inclined it is to change,
Its hist'ry seems a fable,

My whole 's a lovely timid form,
That seems to suffer dread,
And to escape a rising storm,

It droops its beauteous head.

WHEN 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 LXVII.

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

CHARADE LXVIII.

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.

CHARADE LXIX.

My first, though your house, nay, your life he defends,
You ungratefully name like the wretch you despise ;
My second (I speak it with grief!) comprehends
All the brave and the good, the learned and wise :
Of my third I have little or nothing to say,
Except that it tells the departure of day.

CHARADE LXX.

My first a blessing sent to earth,
Of plants and flowers to aid the birth;
My second surely was design'd

To hurl destruction on mankind :

My whole a pledge from pardoning heaven,
Of wrath appeased and crimes forgiven.