ORIGINAL CHARADE.
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MY FIRST, when DER the billows drear,
The lone ship plunges free,
At times. like music 10 the ear,
Comes booming DER the sea.
And often, when the watch fire light
A midnight dimly glows,
II wakes the stiffness Of the night,
Where warrior forms repose.
My SECOND in its pulpy cell,


Sweet offspring of the flowers,
AS like the breeze il loves to dwell
mid summer scented bowers.
But in the carth's cold bosom hid,
Ii bides the win,ry gloom,
Till spring lifts It's sepulch'ral lid.
And lie springs from the tomb.
My WHOLE is formed mid lighlnings brig
In The vapory halls on high,
When dark clouds like the plume OF night
Have shaded the azure sky.
But when on the face Of the passing storm
The rainbow hues grow dim,
It loses its wonted pearly form,
And dies like melting gem.
P. M. |
U. s. Hotel, Penn. Avenue.
Answer TO Original Charade OF Tuesda