CHARADE LXXV.

Y first is nothing but a name;

MY

My second still more small : My whole of so much smaller fame,

It has no name at all.

CHARADE LXXVI.

MY first's a defence against cold;
My second of paper is made;

Although you must likewise be told,
It is found in the garden and glade.

Of iron 'tis sometimes composed.
Of wood, and assisted by steel;
My first by my whole is enclosed :
Now, ladies, its purpose reveal.

CHARADE LXXVII.

MY first is the effect of fear;
My second oft the cause:

My whole's a name by all held dear,
Who study nature's laws.

F

MY

CHARADE LXXVIII.

Y first is the reverse of wild in its comparative degree; my second is a narrow street or way; my whole was a celebrated Tartar chief, who made the Turks feel his power.

CHARADE LXXIX.

MY first of unity's a sign:

My second, ere we knew to plant,

We used upon my third to dine,
If all be true that poets chant.

CHARADE LXXX.

MY first, whatever be its hue,
Will please if full of spirit;

My second critics love to do,

And stupid authors merit.

CHARADE LXXXI.

MY love for Eliza shall never know my first; neither shall it be my second: but it shall be my whole.

CHARADE LXXXII.

WHEN my first is with trouble oppress'd,
Oh, could but my second be found!

My first would no more be distress'd ;-
My whole rises out of the ground.

CHARADE LXXXIII.

MY first is irrational, my second is rational, my third is mechanical, and my whole is scientifical.

CHARADE LXXXIV.

MY first is a colour, my second is rough,

My whole is a story you know well enough.

CHARADE LXXXV.

MY first keeps time, my second spends time, my

whole tells time.

END OF CHARADES.

REBUSES.

(For Solutions, see end of the book.)

I.

A WORD if you find, that will silence proclaim,
Which spelt backward or forward will still be the same;
And next you must search for a feminine name,
That spelt backward or forward will still be the same;
And then for an act or a writing, whose name
Spelt backward or forward will still be the same;
A fruit that is rare, whose botanical name
Spelt backward or forward is ever the same;
A note used in music, that time will proclaim,
And backward or forward alike is its name;
The initials connected a title will frame,

Which is justly the due of the fair married dame,
And which backward or forward will still be the same.

II.

If what's noted for hardness you rightly transpose, What's famous for lightness you'll surely disclose.

III.

Five hundred, a thousand, and one,
With proper attention dispose;
And that kind of light will appear,
Which the sun in a fog often shows.

IV.

A kind of crown much used of old,
My name most surely will unfold;
Read back or forward still the same;
Now surely you'll find out my name.

V.

Ye riddling folk, disclose my name.
No doubt you quickly will descry it;
The self-same characters proclaim

The fruit, and how you'd wish to buy it.

VI.

A consonant add to a dignified Jew,
A wild little quadruped rises to view.

VII.

Two letters, expressing profusion and waste, Transposed, show a county to some people's taste.

VIII.

A British bard of universal fame;

A classic river's oft repeated name;