1. Brief is our day, swift fly the hours,
And passing are the fairest flowers.
2. The battle through her eager sight
Is fought before the wounded knight.
3. Moving in their accustomed way,
Night follows eve, dawn heralds day.
4. Foaming and sparkling evermore,
See how the cup is brimming o'er.

34.

Thinkers and reasoners.
A general publisher.

A. Q. B.

1. This gives us many a bitter blow; Before its power even rocks fall low. 2. This word, repeated once again,

More slowly drags the lagging chain. 3. At this we seem contrary grown

First we put up, then we knock down. 4. This would I fain be doing all the day, Like truant schoolboy leaving work for play. 5. No word for these next letters can I see; The initial consonant would easy be; The horrid final vowel bothers me.

6. Before my eyes how often this has been; Even the mind's eye hath its image seen. Ě. J. B.

35.

How wept old England on that autumn day, When from the Duke the Frenchman ran away.

1. When the bet was won and lost, Wildly was the outcry tost.

2. Though high my lineage, not from hence my fame

I owe it to another's hopeless flame.

3. The greatest puppet-showman of the world, I pull the strings, the mimic bolt is hurled.' 4. Oh, fruitful source of battle, death, and fear, And oft occasion of the schoolboy's tear!

5. I hold the door; by me success is wrought; And money's self without my aid were nought. 6. Can earth e'en yet so fair a vision show? Who could to Britain come and answer "No"?

7. Although the clue be hard to see, Yet closer look, 'tis found in me.

8. Offspring alike and parent of the living, Yet spurned and shattered by the life I'm giving.

9. None beside can hear, but one Finds it sweeter, all her own.

10. I, like the archer's quiver famed of old, Six hostile lives within my compass hold. W. R. B.

36.

List to the mournful legend
Of a tender, loving pair.

Their wedding-day had come,

And all shone bright and fair;

Alas! how soon a gloomy fate
O'ertook the young and gay-
Ere night a stiff and bleeding corpse
Upon the ground he lay;

And all alone his widowed bride

Must mourn through merry May.

1. A town with double name in Turkish Asia find; The first part you must use, and leave the rest behind.

2. Sentence strange, mysterious,

The meaning far from clear to us.

3. And each who bears the Campbell name To form a part of this may claim.

4. In Eastern lands extends my sway, And turbaned hosts my laws obey.

5. This outlaw brave, he stole to fame,
And left behind a dreaded name.

6. Ruined castle, abbey grey,
Mouldering swiftly to decay,
Tell how mortal pomp and power
Vanish at the appointed hour.

7. Black or brown I'd fear to see,

But white's the worst of all the three.

8. And once 'twas thought the starry sky Shed this o'er human destiny.

9. The captive died whose conquering sword Had won ambition's high reward.

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This king died by poison, or lurking disease:
How sadly his widow recrossed the dark seas.

A wayward boy-husband shall wed that bright queen;

Such dark-ending bridal has seldom been seen.

1. On the lone magic island a prince found a bride. 2. With stones for his dinner her lord she supplied. 3. The false Moor has slaughtered the champions of Spain.

4. The fall of the apple a sage can explain.

5. The ship of the desert kneels down for his load. 6. The warm, cheerful hearth of a northern abode. 7. The land of the stranger scarce granted a grave To a poet's drowned form cast on shore by the

wave.

H. C. H.

38.

Two northern countries, bleak and cold,
Far in the frigid zone behold.

1. "Each hand 'gainst his, and his 'gainst all;” This early doom on him did fall.

2. Where England's valiant dead are found, Their ashes make it holy ground.

3. They pitch their tents, and ready make Their quarters ere the battle break.

4. Though foes should wound and traitors fly, Some faithful friend will still be nigh.

5. The town the Macedonian built, Memorial of the blood he spilt.

6. She has left the world, and is come to dwell In the lonely gloom of the convent cell. 7. For the hopes of her youth have fled for aye, And the loved of her heart has passed away. M. E. S.

39.

The First may be, as matters go,
A source of comfort or of woe.
The Second a support may prove,
Or stop you when you want to move.
When with my foe I join in fight,
May both behind my back unite!

1. If twelve, a baker's dozen.
2. Beloved of Celia's cousin.
3. A range of Libyan mountain.
4. Of Jewish law the fountain.
5. A general deluder.

6. With love the monarch viewed her.

A. H. M.

40.

Should my Second's sharp summons come
To take you in haste away from home,
Most useful then my First you'll own:
"It stays not for brake, it stops not for stone."
Strange marvels both of this our age,
Unknown to every ancient sage.

1. Vain were all his efforts brave,
His uncle's crown and life to save.

2. Though her home is no longer here,
Yet to English hearts still dear.