CHARADE.
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My first belongs to an ancient race; They say his pedigree he can trace To the time of the ark, and before; But this I know, though his family tree Be spread as wide as the sounding sea, He was not a companion of Noah. My next in death plays a cruel part, And yet 'tis dear to a woman's heart, And sets her pulse beating high. Of all sizes and shapes, it can fly or bound; When most 'tis inflated it trails on the ground; When base, then it soars in the sky. My whole is extracted from earth and from sea; Compounded with care, from obstacles free, 'Tis dear to the Yankee, I own. 'Tis famous in song, and famous in story, And yet 'tis indebted for most of its glory To the time when 'twas taken alone.
PUSSY AT A DISADVANTAGE.—"WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO COME IN?"
