All the Enigmas anfwered by Mr. William Huddlestone, Jun. of Edingley.
One Morning as mufing I lay on my Bed,
And Seafon's Enigmas poffeffing my Head;
I rofe up in Hafte, took my Inkftand and Paper,
And con'd them all o'er by the Light of a Taper:
But my Mufe is fo crabbed, fhe'll gain me no Favour:
For like Cherries unripe, fhe is void of all Flavour.
And Powder'd Sir Fopling may cenfure my Mufe,
But I heed it no more than the Duft on my Shoes:
I'll Spin out a Subject for Seafon, and fend it;
And they who're offended may try to amend it.
The fame anfwered by Mr. John Ward, of Hinckley.
Pofting with Glee to Hinckley Fair,
I overtook my Charmer dear;
Her Cheeks like Cherries, Shoes fo neat ;
Powder'd her Hair, her Drefs compleat;
While her two Eyes fhone much more bright
Than Diamonds do by Candle-light.
Her Linen was without an Ink Spot clean,
And the the Model of the Cyprian Queen.
The Enigmas answered, in a Reply to Major Benbow, by Mifs Maria Brittle.
Small Evils well-tim'd may much greater prevent;
And Silence full often is conftru'd Confent:
Elfe to write you an Anfwer I had not begun;
Do you think I'm as eafily cock'd as your Gun?
What the Deuce could induce you at this Time of Day
To leave off your old for a new fashion'd Way;
Green horns will but ill become one that is gray.
If you must talk of Wounds; and you would not talk ftupid;
Speak of Wounds made by Mars, and not thofe made by Cupid.
And think on't, old Warrior, how you must feel,
When you find that your Flint's not fo good as my Steel.
Now fince you no more can through Age cock your Gun;
Cock your Pipe, and talk over the Deeds you have done.
I ne'er in my Life could love thofe who delight
In their Gunpowder Stories from Morning till Night.
So lay by your Inkfland and borrow an Arrow
From Venus's Baitard, and flap at Mifs Farrow;
The Lass that's fo witty, fo bright and so fair,
With her Lips red as Cherries, and fine Flax-en Hair.
While her Eyes fpread a Light as fhe glances around,
Much brighter than Candles at fix in the Pound;
So taper her Form is that no one can chufe
But admire her fweet Leg when fhe puts on her Shoes.
Nor yet be you daunted, fhould the speak unkind;
For Woman's a Rebus, and Words are but Wind.
So a Rope for your Love, yet to fhew my Regard;
Inftead of a Lover, I'll chufe you my Ward.
1 Enig.
2,4 Reb.
Anag. 3 Reb.
All the Enigmas answered by Mr. John Needham, of Hinckley.
Amo te de ifta tam exprompta Benignitate.
Once more, Mr. Seafon, I've took up my Pen,
And hoping to merit your Favour again;
T'accept of my Service, kind Sir, don't refufe,
Wait only to clean your Poetical Shoes ;
Nay, to fetch your Mufe Cherries or any Thing more,
And to light up your Candle, I've Tinder in ftore.
Believe me, dear Sir, I'm not in my Fun,
When I tell you I'm arm'd with Shot, Powder, and Gun.
So if Thieves fhould affail in the Midft of the Night,
I will rife from my Bed, and to guard you I'll fight;
And then in the Morn if you fhould me difcard,
I will throw by my Inkftand, and fay it is hard.
All the Enigmas and Rebuffes neatly and concisely answered by Major Benbow.
Shoes, Powder, and Cherries, Flax, Candle, and Ink-
Stand, folve all in due Order; at least fo I think.
Mifs Farrow and Rebus; Friend Ward, Wind, and Rope,
Ev'ry Riddle explain :-You're contented I hope.
Mr. Needham anfwers the Rebuffes thus:
1 with you Correfpondents many,
That indeed is my Defire;
Ward you'll find as good as any,
Rebuffes he does admire.
Farrow loves the charming Mufes,
Gentle Winds begin to blow:
A Rope for him who now refufes,
To Parnaffus Hill to go.
The fame by Mr. B. Kemp.
As a Thief dreads a Rope, fo I banish all Hope,
Should Mifs Farrow prove changing as Wind;
But oh! may bright Phoebus with Riddle and Rebus,
Re-WARD her, if fhe will prove kind.
First Query aniwered by Mr. B. Kemp.
BENBOW, if e'er you felt Love's fubtle Dart,
Diftil like pois'nous Potions round your Heart;
If ftill the fcornful Fair your Thoughts affail,
Alas! cold Pudding little will avail:
Therefore believe it all a Goffip's Tale.
Second Quere answered by the fame as follows:
The firft Health we meet with in Hiftory feems to have taken Place in the Year 449, and was drank to King Vortigan, by Rowena, Daughter to Hengift, then General of the Weft Saxons: She, holding a gold Cup of Wine in her Hand, faid, "Be of Health, O King;" to which Vortigan replied, "Drink Health round." The Story adds, that Vortigan afterwards made her his Wife, and prefented her Father Hengift with the whole Kingdom of Kent.
In like Manner it was answered by Mr. J. Needham.
•Third Query anfwered by Mr. B. Kemp, Mr. J. Needham, and Mr. William Huddleitone.
Spina, a Monk of Pifa, invented Spectacles in the Year 1299.
Fourth Query anfwered by the Propofer.
Make five Squares of equal Dimenfions, and divide them as in the Margin on the Left, viz. from the Middle of a Side to an Angle.-- Place them as in the Figure on the Right, and the Business is compleated.
The Editor thanks the Gentleman for his Anfwer, it being the only one he has had; and wishes his ingenious Correfpendents to pursue the Plan laid down by Senex in the Year 1786.
New ENIGMAS for the Year 1788.
Firft Enigma by Mr. John Ward of Hinckley.
Attend a while, Seafonian Wits of Fame,
While I my Parts and Properties proclaim:
Head-Arms I boaft: Legs none-so cannot walk;
A Mouth, through which I drink but never talk.
I, Argus like, a hundred Eyes can fhow,
Through which my Tears molt plentifully flow.
1 fleep in Winter; but in Summer Time,
When Fields are gay, and Flora in her Prime,
Aurora clear, Narciffa ftrives to live,
Then my Affiftance I to Flora give.
From these fmall Hints I beg my Name you'll tell ;
I fay no more but-gentle Bards farewell.
Second Enigma, by Mr. William Huddleftone, jun. Edingley.
Celestial Nine, affift the timid Lays
Of him who at your Shrine due Homage pays;
While I defcribe two Brethren of Renown,
Belov'd and fam'd in Country and in Town.
Two Brethren we; alike in Size and Make,
Yet oft are known alternate Paths to take;
And oft oppofe each other's Courfe likewife,
For when my Brother falls, lo! then I rife.
-You'll find us active Members with the great,
Yet ne'er deny our Aid to low Eftate.
We deal in Gold and Silver, Lead or Brass;
Each for the Ufe of Man created was:
Yet oft like Traitors hung in Chains are we, -
Until our Tyrants pleafe to let us free.
Yet to our Int'refts we, for ever true,
It must be own'd give ev'ry Man his Due.
Third Enigma, by Mr. B. Kemp, Farnsfield.
Look back thro' all Ages, if Hift'ry you'll trace;
View Sculpture or Painting, all prove I took place,
Near the Time when we date all the Mafculine Race.
With the Feminine Gender I ne'er much agreed,
No doubt the Refult of what Wisdom decreed.
Such Marks of Refpect and Sedateness I bore,
With our great Forefathers, the Sages of Yore;
That to ruffle my Form, or difhevel my Mien,
Was deem'd an Affront moft unfeemly obfcene.
But now, Sirs, what ftrange Contradictions take place;
By the modern Fantaftics, I'm thought a Difgrace;
And Means are contriv'd, and fit Weapons employ'd,
By the which for a Time I'm repuls'd and annoy'd.
But a total Suppreffion they ne'er can obtain,
For I quickly emerge and perplex them again.
Fourth Enigma, by Mr. Matt. Huddlestone, Edingley Moor!
When Adam dwelt in Eden's Grove,
In fpotless Innocence and Love,.
I was unknown on Earth:
But when-(fad Day!) Satanic Pow'r
Infernal reach'd the blissful Bow'r,
Tranfgreffion gave me Birth.
When righteous Abel's Blood was fpilt,
I mark'd the Perpetrator's Guilt,
But confcious Sin difplay'd;
And ere fince then, my Crimson Veft
Hath e'er fince then my Shame exprefs'd,
Or Modesty betray'd.
Ere Phoebus hails the blufhing Morn,
Oft I the Eaftern Skies adorn:
My Beauties there behold.
But ftop:-Ingenious Bard of Fame,
This faithful Witnefs fays my Name
Is but too plainly told,
Fifth Enigma, by Mr. John Needham, Hinckley.
Infrue præceptis animum, nec difcere ceffes.
Indulgent Seafon; 'tis of you I crave
Among your Bards of Fame a Place to have,
If pungent Woe merits your kind Regard,
With Sympathy you'll fay my Fate is hard.
I beaten was, when I was not to blame,
By a vile Wretch whom I forbear to name.
I bore much Wrong that he might fhun the Stroke,
Yet to his brutal Rage full modeftly I fpoke.
My injur❜d Innocence did then appear,
Enough to force from Nero's Eye a Tear.
Heart-rending Thought: Yet I this Truth can tell,
In Eden's Plains my happy Sire did dwell.
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