The fame answered by Mrs. Sarah Porril, formerly Mifs S. Walker.

Adieu ye melancholy fhades,
Where Philo, fung my wild defires.
Ah fly, my foul, the lonely glades,
A husband claims my warmest fires.
Tho' racking pangs, and grief and

cares

Have my unstable mind oppreft,
I cherish hope that future years
May bring me downy days of reft.
Our hearts for diff'rent caufes bleed,
Paffion and pride such woes create;

But bounteous heav'n is kind indeed,
To hide from us the page of fate.
The fhow of wealth I envy not,
Neither for fame nor titles long,
Simplicity embellishes our cot,
Far diftant from the bawling throng.
I'll e'er prefer the friendly kind,
To them who breathe malignant
breath;

In thofe a healing balm we find,
In thefe we're nought but ftings and
death.

The fame by Mr. Jof. Cowing, Schoolmaster, of Hexham.

Your enigmas, tho' hid in difguife;
In bopes to attain

[prize,

Both faddle and fame,
If by chance you should grant me the

But when I proceed,
Sleep puzzles my head, [ftrain;
And the ringing of bells checks my
I ne'er in my life

Lov'd clamour or ftrife,
So an auctioneer's life I difdain.

Mifs Alexia Corney

Ye nymphs, and ye gay rustic swains,
Who joyously revel and play,
Prepare all the fports of your plains,
With me come and hail the new May.
With pleasure we'll carol along,
Hope tells us there's nothing to harm,
And Philo. fhall fwell the fweet fong,
And the bells shall the flumbers alarm.

On the Accomplishment of

By Mr. John Unwin,

Emma's fair as fweet May-day,
Handfome, witty, young, and gay;
Tuneful voice that far excels
Charming, plaintive Philomel's.
Virtue is her conftant care,
Sabbarb-day the fpends in prayer;

All the riddles foon can tell,
Paper, auctioneer, and bell;
When the mystic veil she clear'&,
Pan and faddle plain appear'd.
All the charms of womankind
Center in her form and mind,
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O moft

Fond hope has not fled from my breaft, | What then can attract her away!

Since Jenny hath quitted the plain;

Als! Im a ftranger to reft,

I fear a more fortunate fwain.
Could nothing entice her to stay!
The groves in fuil verdure are dreft;
And Philomel warbles her lay,
As if by my anguish oppreft.
The fields like a carpet are spread,
With Aowers of various dies;
The rainbow that's feen over head,
Shews not half to fair to the eyes.
'Twas only last Sunday in May,
She bid me to hope for her hand;

I can't for my life underfiand.

I've confulted my pillow each night,
And bro't each tranfaction to mind;
But fill I'm bewildered quite,
A plaufible reason to find.

It appears-on my fide very bad,
And feems as I had misbehav'd;
Yet no quarrel we ever have had,
I vow as I hope to be fav'd.
Should you fee my fugitive fair,
Dear ladies pray write me a line;
Or if I may find her fay where,
To comfort this warm heart of mine.

All the Enigmas, Rebules, and Charades, answered by Minor.

One Sunday last fummer I faddled my feed;
For Pearson and I over night had agreed
A fweet fentimental excuifion to take,
And vifits to Woolfton and Richardjen make.
Afur'd of a welcome with friends fuch as thefe,
Whom alike we efleem, alike with to pleafe ;

So with one we wou'd dine, and just take a glass
With other the night we concluded to pafs.
And, as bufinefs requir'd our fpeedy return,
We'd ftart from the pillow betimes the next morn,
And not like poor Philo, lie dofing all day.
This being premis'd, we both pofted away.

No rainbow portentous of forms did appear,
And nature's rich carpet embellifh'd the year.
Admiring the profpect we faunter'd along,

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R. 3

R. 1, 4

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Cb. 2

Cb. 1

And pafs'd the church-yard while the bells fweetly rung: Cb. 3. E. 7
For Damon, a ranger to love's lambent fire,
That morning had wedded the niece of the squire,
A doudy who nothing but riches could boaft;
For which he a treafure far greater has loft,
By leaving a nymph who for beauty and wit,
None ever could vie, but Jane Richardson, yet.
As the wretch was unworthy a maid fo divne, -
I hope the fweet charmer will scorn to repine

R. 2

For

For a mean auctioneer, whofe loadftone is pelf,
And bargain'd for life with no care but for self.
The pleasure we fought in fo pleasant a ride,
On this fad occafion was now laid afide;
For home I return'd, quite refoiv'd that ere night
The whole of this matter I fairly would write.
That it might in the paper next morning appear;
And the story be blazon'd about far and near.

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Other Solutions of the Enigmas, with a lift of the Names of the Anfwerers, may be feen in our Supplement.

ANSWERS to the REBUSES and CHARADES.

Woolfton, 2 Jane Richardfon, 3 Pearfon,

Rebufes.
Charades. 1 Carpet,

2 Rainbow,

4 Richardfon.

3 Church-yard 4 Loadstone.

Sylvia's Anfwer to the Rebufes.
Friend Woolfton doth virtues poffels,
Sobriety, honesty, truth;

And each day his Maria doth blefs,
Growing age for the cares of his youth.
Tho' Richardjon, Pearfon may crave,
I advife Bob to wed his fair coufin,
But hold a good wife he may have,
'Twould be vain then to pick out a dozen.

The Charades anfwered by Juvenis Boxonienfis,

By Loadftone's aid, with mathematic lore,
The mariner undaunted quits the fhore,
In quest of gain that foreign clime affords,
From Perfia's carpet, or Golconda's hoards:
Metes out the heaven to know its watry way,
Or rain-bow born from fol's reflected ray.
But fhould old Ocean on his projects frown,
Or ocean's author, for wife cause unknown,
Oppofe in full extent his hopes, his care,

He finks he dies, no peaceful church-yard there.

The Rebuses and Charades answered by Mr. John Jackson, of HuttonRudby School.

Tho' Woolfton be verfed in, curious rhyme,

Jane Richardfon alfo be fair;

Tho' Pearson be virtuous too as the Nine,

And Richardjon verfes prepare:

On the carpet of life, thro' the well chequer'd years

If the tokens of rain-bow they mind;

In the church yard at last, 'they all muft appear,

Death's load-flone's attraction they'll find.

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The fame anfwered by Mr. Philip Rusher,

Tho' Woolfton or Richardfon others excel
In painting a Rain-bow, or writing verfe well;
Tho' Pearfon like loadstone attract by her hair,
Jane Richardfon too be the pride of the fair;
They all muft fubmit (may far hence be that day)
Beneath the green carpet in church-yard to lay.

The WEDDING; by Mifs J. C..
What numbers are met in the church-yard below,
They quite hide the gay carter of green!
In colours more fplendid than Tris's bow,
The lovely Jane Richardfon's feen,

Her fiks are the choice of her brother, they fay,
Who, like Woolfton, his mufe makes his pride;
The loadftone which draws them together to-day,
Is that Walton makes Pearfon a bride.

The fame answered by Mr. John Fildes.
As Mifs Jane Richardson and Pearson seem
Two beauties whom we can't enough esteem;.
So Richardson and Woolfton's matchless lays
Deferve all honour, and excel all praise,

In the richest carpet we can only view
A faint refemblance of the rain-bow's hue
The church-yard fwallows thoufand's ev'ry year,

And the loadftone fhews the feamen how to fteer.

The Rebufes answered by Mr. William Bearcroft, of Nawton.

Mifs Richardfon is justly prais'd,

And Pearfon's virtues fure have rais'd
Friend Walton's am'rous fire:

When Richardfun and Woolfton deign

To fing in enigmatic strain,

We wonder and admire,

The Charades answered by Mr. T. B.

Tho' haughty Turks their carpets tread,
With rainbow colours dye;

The church-yard is the attractive bed
Where all diftinctions lie.

The fame anfwered by Mr. John Rufher, of Charlbury.
Ye who have large poffeffions of your own,

Wes Who walk on carpets, and who fleep on down,
Whofe raiments with the fplendid rainbow vie,
Reflect-in each church-yard what numbers lię,,

The

The fov'reign leadstone which attracted them,

Will quickly draw you to the filent den.

See other Anfwers, with the lift of Names, in the Supphment.

ANSWERS to she QUERIES.

QUIRY 1. anfwered by Mr. G. Lodge, of Linton.

Caoutchouc, Indian Rubber, or Leadeater, are names given to a very elaftic gum or refin, the produce of a tree which grows along the banks of the river of the Amazons. A very full account of which, and its fingular properties, may be feen under the above word in the laft edition of Chambers's Cyclopedia.

The fame, by John Dalton, of Kendal.

The Caoutchouc, or elaftic gum, is an artificial production, made by combining fmoke with the juice of an unknown tree, a native of Spanish America, as alfo of India and China. The European chymifts are yet unacquainted with the procefs by which this combination is effected, as well as of the means ufed in forming it into bottles, the fhape in which it is moftly feen in Europe. Some account of it may be seen in some late Elements of Chymistry, written in French.

QUERY 2. answered by Mr. Alex. Rowe, of Reginais.

Between the arbors of a fhady grove,

The feat of pleafure, or the fcene of love;.
Where gaudy fongfters tune their matin lay,
And hail the rifing of the purple day.

The fame by Mr. John Jackfon, of Hutton-Rudby School.

The place alluded to by this query, must be the fituation of the eye; which either in the tallest perfon feen here, is fcarcely 3 ells, of 3 quarters each from the earth; or, otherwife, is that fituation in the heavens, where an eye being placed, can only view the diameter of this earth apparently 3 elle

broad.

QUERY 3. anfwered by Mr. G. Dixon, of London.

The properties of fire are as yet but imperfectly known; yet we may res fonably fuppofe that it cannot exift without air, and indeed requires a pretty strong body of it for its fupport. Now by the heat of the fun the body of air is rarefied, and confequently the force deftroyed which it would otherwife have, did not the fun fhine upon it.

Mr. John Dalton fays, The reafon why the fun, fhining upon the fire, renders it fo languid, feems to be owing to its rarefying the circumambient air. For it has been proved from a variety of experiments by Boyle and others, that combuftible bodies burn with more or lefs vehemence, as the air they are in is condenfed or rarefied.

And Mr. Jonathan Hornby, of Westerdale, fays, The fire does not really go out, but only apparently fo, on account of the fun's rays being more lu minous than those of the fire.

QUERY