This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1822 Excerpt: ...My ready help is found. To me the sciences are known, --In Algebra I shine; In Mathematics often deal, And make each problem mine. To me the wisest heads submit, The deepest scholars bend; And, though I neither read nor write, I'm learning's common friend. Of neither sense nor love possess'd, The strongest sense I aid; ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1822 Excerpt: ...My ready help is found. To me the sciences are known, --In Algebra I shine; In Mathematics often deal, And make each problem mine. To me the wisest heads submit, The deepest scholars bend; And, though I neither read nor write, I'm learning's common friend. Of neither sense nor love possess'd, The strongest sense I aid; Relieve the mem'ry of its load, And case the studious bead. Yet soon my knowledge is effac'd, And ev'ry trace is lost; And oft again I'm fill'd with lore, Nor feel the conscious boast. Riddle 140. I am just two and two--I am hot, I am cold, And the parent of numbers that cannot be told; I am lawful--unlawful;--a duty--a fault; I am often sold dearly--worth nothing when bought; An extraordinary boon, and a matter of course, And yielded with pleasure--when taken by force. Riddle 141. In vain you straggle to regain me. When lost, you never can obtain me; And yet, what's odd, you sigh and fret, Deplore my loss, and have me yet. And often using me quite ill, And seeking ways your slave to kill, --Then promising in future you Will give to me the homage due. Thus we go on from year to year, --My name pray let the party hear. Riddle 142. I'm very handy at all work, Be it coarse or fine; Oft to industry lend an aid, And forward its design. By men and women both relain'd, I grumble at no task; Without a murmur toil all night, And no reward I ask. Though apt at every thing I do, And following each rule, Yet at my mistress's commands, I often go to school. Riddle 143. Priz'd by the gay and debonair, The youthful swain, and blooming fair, The giddy sons of folly; Bever'd in every age and clime, I raise the soul to themes sublime, I chase dull melancholy. I'm loud, I'm soft, I'm quick, I'm slow, I'm merry and I'm sad; At times I thrill the heart with woe, At ...
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