ORIGINAL CHARADE.
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The hunt was DER, the earlh's green vest,


Blush'd ruddy with crimson tide, /.
The painting hound had stop'd to rest,
A momentby its victims side


When echoing over hill and plain,
A swelling shout the stiffness broke,
AS like death dirge Tor the slain, y,
The huntsman's horn my FIRST awoke.
My SECOND in those days of yore, ih
When steel clad knights for mastery strove,
Oft nerved the pilgrim troubador, s't
To strike for fame and lady love, @,E8h
And when The mailed crusaders tread, 'l
Rang out on IsraePs coast afar,


The battles bloody van it led, "
And gloried in the front of war.
My WHOLE like some stern spell Of power,


And sure as times unerring fight,
I Comes down alike on wealth's proud dover
And poor mans home with withering
s3 blight. @t
Death may not stay its eager hand,


Nor pity loose its ruthless clasp, ,..
1t spreads its broad wings DER the land.


And wealth grows powerless in its grasp
+ P. M. d.
U. S. Hotel, Penn. Avenue.