7 My seventh seeks in Southern climes relief. 8 Nature abhors me, may my reign be brief! 9 A measure long, which would-be poet tries. 10 Much in a little space my tenth supplies. 11 Songs sweet and sad, Italian, thou didst write. 12 Such sing'st not thou in death, oh avis white! 13 A gift to be increased by daily use.

14 A volume small, and either bound or loose. 15 Slumber-inducing weed, a fruitful cause of ill. 16 Perchance in North America you'll find and shoot me still.

LXXXIX.

"Still in the vale the village bells ring round,
Still in Llewellyn-hall the jests resound,
For now the caudle-cup is circling there;

Now glad at heart, the gossips breathe their prayer,
And, crowding, stop the cradle to admire
The babe, the sleeping image of his sire."

1 In olden times, how full of jollity

Was I, when members were returned for me.

2 Oh, seldom-flowering plant, thou view'st the blight Reform has caused me since you last did bloom.

3 E'en when French duke was stabbed one Sunday night,

Times still were golden,-now in dismal tomb,

4 For many a fourth has laid my worth,

And glories vanished quite.

XC.

"His sword was in its sheath."

"As ships that have gone down at sea,
When heaven was all tranquillity."

1 If little less than kinn'd, still more than kind.
2 Maunder! in thee at least this name they'll find.
3 What beauteous lines did Cowper write to thee!
4 Hewn out of rock, a rocky city see.

5 A Saxon name, of late the fashion grown.

6 His steady steed cannot the lad have thrown.

7 At whist, some players rather like this game.

8 Quis? my eighth cries, greedy, right or wrong the

same.

9 Yet he is scarce my ninth. Pray find a rope, 10 Rather than steal my name, and with it hope. 11 When o'er re-lighted hearth you grateful cower, Me in two forms the cruel flames devour.

XCI.

"Let both divide the crown:
He rose a martyr to the skies,
She drew an angel down."

10 music! sphere-descended maid.
2 These are his deeds! Then best unsaid.
3 They pounce upon each error small.
4 Add six feet to me, and you are tall.
5 A prince now holds me for a queen.
6 A style of building often seen

In England, though of foreign birth.
7 Spring flower, thus prized beyond its worth.

XCII.

Fair women! guiltless victims ye of others' weaknesses, of others' sins;

Each steadfast 'mid the direst shame and woe, her palm of victory wins.

1 A power oft misused, still little understood.

2 An old king's favourite daughter, fair and young, as good.

3 In churches quaint my galleries still remain. 4 Oh, land of endless partings, full of pain. 5 Where I am not, to yield my grateful shade. 6 For me imported, dearly hast thou paid. 7 All own me, some have three or four or more. 8 A hero so oft named, he's quite a bore. 9 Cat's-paw was I, yet patriot meant to be. 10 Egyptian tenth, they long to cut through thee. 11 Marvel of nature, men travel miles to view. 12 Pronounced sans "H" by some, if not by you. 13 A county in a neighbouring isle, racy its talk and

free.

14 A peace where natural enemies met in feigned

unity.

15 A Hebrew name, yet borne alike by English queen and maid;

You guess it? Then one victim's name you've also guessed or said.

XCIII.

My first and second often found

In offices like dens,

"Scrabbling o'er the sheets of parchment

Wi' weary, weary pens."

1 What my first is fond of chopping.

2 The frog is one that moves by hopping. 3 Little word for trouble sore.

4 Divide me into twelve and four.

5 In the British Museum my bones may be seen. 6 Of these but too many adorèd have been.

XCIV.

My first, whene'er tried, is found wanting,
While my second has ever stood fast,
Mankind of my first disenchanting:
God grant that my second may last!

3 "It is silent, yet eloquence has at command, 'Tis the statesman's assistant, the pride of each land."

4

5

"Alas! I am simple and lowly bred;

I am poor, distracted, and forlorn;

And it is not well that you of the court
Should mock me thus, and make a sport
Of a joyless mother, whose child is dead."

"Bred to war,

He knew the battle's din afar,

And joy'd to hear it swell.

His peaceful day was slothful ease,
Nor harp, nor pipe, his ear could please
Like the loud slogan yell."

6

"On, boys! every hand to 't!
Brother Germans, nobly stand to 't!
Charge them home for our old renown!'
Gallant prince! he spoke no more-he
Fell in early youth and glory."

7 "Upon his tranced soul bright visions stole
The light of calm and sunny days;
The jubilee of love and praise,

8

When faith should beam the costliest gem
On sceptre and on diadem."

“It comes not in a shower,

Heavy and loud, oppressing what it feeds;
But like the dew, with soft, persuasive power,
Felt in the bloom it leaves along the meads.”

XCV.

A philosopher and his pupil.

1 An invader.

2 One of Shakespeare's characters.

3 A high priest.

4 An Eastern monarch.

5 A mountain.

6 An emperor.

7 A river in England.

8 Connecting link between fish and serpent. 9 "Thou art no more, as thou hast been."

XCVI.

"Admire, exult, despise, lament, for here
There is much matter for all feeling."

1 "He springs to where his followers yield, too hardly press'd by foes,

The threat he vents with sparkling eyes, resistless

well he knows