ORIGINAL CHARADE.
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My FIRST 'lis said in days Of yore.


With wrinkled brow and sunken eye.
Borne on steed Of ,ireless power,
Coursed vewless through the midnight sky;
But now no more that fearful vain,
81 Go by with strange, unearthly sound,
The rider long hath loosed the rein,


Though still the steed sweeps round and


round. h ns
My SECOND from its parents nest,


Springs all unRedged. impatient forth,
And ne'er again its form may rest


Upon the spot that gave il birth.
Around the earth, from cline TO cline,
/, And o'er the lrackless oceans wave,
II dances to the wild winds chime,


Or slumbers calmly DER its grave.
Time was, when strong s,ern.Ininded men,


or faith unmoved, and fearless soul,
Quaied dowT. like timed children. when


Twas heard the whisper Of my WHOLE.
But later years dissolved the spell,


Though YET al times the dangerous vile,
Is felt, as many heart might tell,


In some bright glance or sunny smile.


aH P. M. D.
! U. s. Hotel, Penn. Avenue. @
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Answer to Original Charade OF Saturday
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