"
Rolf was enchanted, and set about recalling them. "I will take the
shortest first," he said:
"My first implies strength and grace;
In all things my second finds place;
My whole was the scourge of the race."
"Have you guessed that?"
"Very likely, very likely, my son; now the next:"
"Take all that the senses attest
Add the sign of the beast for the rest,
And my glorious whole stands confessed."
"And now another," said Uncle Titus, nodding.
"And now I have a very long one, and rather harder," said the lad:
"A thrill through all the nations ran,
When he, my whole, the grand old man,
Spoke words that e'en my second turn
My first, with hopes that glow and burn.
But now are hearts to anger spurred;
Nations are sick with hope deferred,
Alas! small chance for Ireland we know!
My first my second at my whole we throw."
Rolf stopped, quite excited with the declamation of his favorite charade.
"Now we will begin to guess, my son," said Uncle Titus, with a pleased
expression: "First, Bonaparte.
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