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SEVENTH CLASS--RIDDLES.

CLXXXIII.

[Ann.]

There was a girl in our towne,
Silk an' satin was her gowne,
Silk an' satin, gold an' velvet,
Guess her name, three times I've tell'd it.

CLXXXIV.

[A thorn.]

I went to the wood and got it,
I sat me down and looked at it;
The more I looked at it the less I liked it,
And I brought it home because I couldn't help it.

CLXXXV.

[Sunshine.]

Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more,
On the king's kitchen-door;
All the king's horses,
And all the king's men,
Couldn't drive Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more,
Off the king's kitchen-door!

CLXXXVI.

[A pen.]

When I was taken from the fair body,
They then cut off my head,
And thus my shape was altered;
It's I that make peace between king and king,
And many a true lover glad:
All this I do and ten times more,
And more I could do still,
But nothing can I do,
Without my guider's will.

CLXXXVII.

[Snuff.]

As I look'd out o' my chamber window
I heard something fall;
I sent my maid to pick it up,
But she couldn't pick it all.

CLXXXVIII.

[A tobacco-pipe.]

I went into my grandmother's garden,
And there I found a farthing.
I went into my next door neighbour's,
There I bought a pipkin and a popkin--
A slipkin and a slopkin,
A nailboard, a sailboard,
And all for a farthing.

CLXXXIX.

[Gloves.]

As I was going o'er London Bridge,
I met a cart full of fingers and thumbs!

CXC.

Made in London,
Sold at York,
Stops a bottle
And _is_ a cork.

CXCI.

Ten and ten and twice eleven,
Take out six and put in seven;
Go to the green and fetch eighteen,
And drop one a coming.

CXCII.

[A walnut.]

As soft as silk, as white as milk,
As bitter as gall, a thick wall,
And a green coat covers me all.

CXCIII.

[A swarm of bees.]

As I was going o'er Tipple Tine,
I met a flock of bonny swine;
Some green-lapp'd,
Some green-back'd;
They were the very bonniest swine
That e'er went over Tipple Tine.

CXCIV.

[An egg.]

Humpty Dumpty lay in a beck,[*]
With all his sinews round his neck;
Forty doctors and forty wrights
Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty to rights!

[Footnote *: A brook.]

CXCV.

[A storm of wind.]

Arthur O'Bower has broken his band,
He comes roaring up the land;--
The King of