ORIGINAL CHARADE.
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O'er my FIRST in countless numbers,


Plunging pillows shoreward roll;
While around its broken slumbers,


Wanton breezes gently stroll; sH
Yet within distant dwelling


Winter chains il still as death,
While its breast, rebellious swelling,


Wakes to life by Summers breath.
When the hunlsman's horn rejoices,


Through the forest, shrill and sweet,
There my NEXT in plaintive voices.


Doth its mellow notes repeat.
Or within the leafy wildwood. ..s


Light and free its footsteps roam;
Waking memories Of childhood,


Or the exile's dream Of home.
When the winds with noiseless gliding,


Skim the sea salt gushing spray,
While around its pillows riding,


Tropic moonbeams gently play.
Where its midnight banners sweeping,
/. O'er its mirrored bosom bright,
Doth my WHOLE SO coldly creeping,


Gambol all the cleaning night.


U. s. Hotel. Penn, avenue. Pm. d.
Answerto to the Original Charades of yester
Store, - Heart-A Ache.