My first’s a fruit of foreign clime,
 Sweet to the taste, in price not dear;
 My second does my first produce,
 And yet my whole my first doth bear.

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353. AN ENIGMA

A thing of beauty, scattered by a breath,
 My firm embrace is harbinger of death;
 Not made by hands, a work of wondrous art,
 Complete and perfected in every part;
 Crush me to-day with all-determined care,
 Then look to-morrow, and I shall be there!

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354. AN ENIGMA

Six letters in my name are found,
 Though only three we see and sound;
 The shepherd by the running river
 May hear me where the rushes quiver;
 And should a stroke my whole divide,
 Leaving but half on either side,
 These, backward read, will surely tell
 What many a toper loves too well.

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355. A RIDDLE

Upon a battle-field of learned men
 Hundred and fifty were by none divided.
 “Now,” said the bishop, “add two-thirds of ten
 And so you’ll guess the riddle just as I did.”

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356.

Though the stations of mortals are many
 And the last is the head of his race;
 Yet he, just as often as any,
 Is won by my first’s fell embrace;
 Yet we most of us apt are to fall,
 When our heads cease our hearts to control,
 Let us hope that not one of us all
 May be e’er in the state of my whole.

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357. WHAT IS IT?

My whole is no matter,
 And light as the air,
 Yet it is good on the platter,
 And excellent fare.
 Curtail and transpose,
 And a lady you see,
 Who will flatter and pose,
 And with many do me.

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358. WHAT IS IT?

My first, for ages out of mind,
 All men have always worn behind;
 And yet alike by sea and land
 They carry it upon their hand.
 My second, carefully matured,
 Is never ill but often cured.
 My whole, within unchanging lines
 Black men and white alike confines.

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359. WHAT IS THIS?

“We westand fall.”

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360. A CHARADE

My second is pressed tightly round
 To guard from any ill;
 And when preparing to engage,
 Men find it useful still.
 My first against attraction set
 Will neutralise its power;
 Aided by it, with bargains, some
 May spend a happy hour.
 You find my whole by careful search
 Which must not be forsaken;
 It stands before what comes beyond,
 Which may from it be taken.

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361. A GOOD ANAGRAM

George Thompson, the zealous anti-slavery advocate, was asked to go into Parliament, the better to press his point and cause. When he hesitated a friend produced, as a conclusive reason, this anagram, spelt with the letters of his name—“O go, the negro’s M.P.!”

362. WHAT AM I?

Scorned by the meek and humble mind,
 And often by the vain possessed,
 Heard by the deaf, seen by the blind,
 I give the troubled spirit rest.

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