186.

My First now shows to us the sprouting grain, My Last, the harvest on the loaded wain.

1. Queen but in name, confined in golden cage. 2. This dish would scarce our appetites assuage. 3. His etchings now a hundred guineas fetch. 4. A lightly thought of, highly-finished sketch. 5. In flowery language heroism see.

6. And here was planted the forbidden tree,

187.

Noms de plume.

1. An English author and divine. 2. A princess of an ancient line. 3. This is a thing I can't abide. 4. An interjection for this side. 5. A clever surgeon, people say. 6. Command that soldiers must obey. 7. This household god is hard to wield. 8. A name well known on battle field. 9. Oh! what a lovely colour, dear! 10. Not I but you twice over here. 11. A king whose father once sold beer. A. H.

188.

"Our Helicon's first fountain stream,
Our morning star of song."

"The gentlest Bard divine,

Beneath chill disappointment's shade,
His weary limbs in lonely anguish laid."

1. "Thou hast taught me, silent river, Many a lesson deep and long."

2.

"His sole remaining joy

Was carried by an orphan boy."

3. "It is the miller's daughter."

4. "And when he reached that fatal shore, His wrath was changed to wailing."

5. "He, the best of all musicians, He, the sweetest of all singers."

6. "Who may minister to thee."

7. "At every tilt and tourney he

Still bore away the prize."

A. H.

189.

Sweet harbingers of coming spring,

With grateful hearts your praise we sing. 1. How pretty nature looks after the rain. 2. As produce of my gun I wish to gain. 3. A well-known Doge, you now will see the

name.

4. Idle conceit or whim deserves great blame.
5. Too strong is this for me, so take away.
6. Disguises well, but is not worn by day.
7. These little plaguy things no more exist.
8. To draw this tight I see you still persist.

190.

When men have these two how they glory and boast,

And it's hard to say which of the twain they like most.

1 "The grave of France," as this the Poet calls. 2. How well these trees are trained along the walls.

3. Master beloved, how many will him mourn.
4. A great astronomer, near Honfleur born.
5. This banner is beloved by people free.
6. Is't possible these monsters women be?

H

189.

arbingers of coming spring,
rateful hearts your praise we sing,

retty nature looks after the rain.
duce of my gun I wish to gain.
-known Doge, you now will see the

onceit or whim deserves great blame.
trong is this for me, so take away.
uises well, but is not worn by day.
se little plaguy things no more exist.
draw this tight I see you still persist.

190.

men have these two how they glory and boast,

it's hard to say which of the twain they like most.

The grave of France," as this the Poet calls. How well these trees are trained along the walls.

d, how many will him mourn.
her, near Honfleur born.

eloved by people free.

se monsters women be?