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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 44342 ***
+
+Transcriber's Note.
+
+Minor punctuation inconsistencies have been silently repaired. Original
+spelling has been retained. A list of unresolved printer errors can be
+found at the end of the book. Formatting and special characters are
+indicated as follows: _italic_
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+                          _CLASSICAL ENIGMAS_,
+                               ADAPTED TO
+                        EVERY MONTH IN THE YEAR,
+                             COMPOSED FROM
+                    THE ENGLISH AND ROMAN HISTORIES,
+                    HEATHEN MYTHOLOGY, AND NAMES OF
+                            FAMOUS WRITERS:
+
+           Meant to amuse Youths of all Ages, and at the same
+             Time exert their Memories, by calling to mind
+                what they have read at different Times.
+
+                               BY A LADY.
+
+                                LONDON:
+                PRINTED BY W. DARTON, 58, HOLBORN-HILL.
+
+                                 1811.
+
+
+
+
+                        CLASSICAL ENIGMAS, _&c._
+
+
+[Aries]
+
+    Name the _Queen_ of Old England, whose bigotted zeal,
+    Made her subjects the terrors of Popery feel,
+    Then that glorious example of goodness and grace,
+    The last _Sovereign_, who reign'd, of the true Stuart race.
+    The _King_, who unjustly the sceptre to gain,
+    Had his friends, and his kindred most cruelly slain.
+    Next _him_, whom the puritan party dethron'd,
+    And whose faults, by the loss of his head was atton'd.
+    Now name that bold _King_, who threw off the yoke
+    Treating the Pope, and his Bulls as a joke:
+    Who not from religion, but whimsey of passion,
+    Declar'd, that the Bible should come into fashion.
+    Place these Monarchs together, the first letters take,
+    When a Month in the year, they'll certainly make.
+
+  A. R.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+[Sagittarius]
+
+    That _Monster of Rome_, who no equal can claim,
+    For the crimes that for ever, have blacken'd his name.
+    _Augustus's sister_, great Anthony's wife,
+    Whom he left for that beauty, who cost him his life.
+    The _Emperor_, who thought it improper to lay,
+    When death call'd his soul from his body away,
+    Determin'd the summons undaunted to meet,
+    And was plac'd by his courtiers erect on his feet.
+    That _Prince_ whom the Romans delighted to name,
+    As first of their race, tho' from Venus he came.
+    That _Emperor_ gigantic, who for his ring chose
+    A bracelet, the wrist of his wife could enclose.
+    The harsh _Roman Father_, who sternly sat by
+    To condemn, and behold, his own children die.
+    The _conquer'd_, whom first Cincinnatus did doom
+    To pass through the yoke, for contending with Rome.
+    Last one of the _Twins_, who was nurs'd by a goat,
+    Yet founded old Rome, that great city of note.
+    Now take the _initials_, and put them together,
+    They'll tell you a month, that has often wet weather.
+
+  A. R.
+
+
+[Libra]
+
+    The _Grecian_ fam'd for strength of lungs,
+    And voice as loud, as fifty tongues;
+    The _Nymph_, who answers every tone,
+    And sigh for sigh, when your're alone;
+    The _Man_ who boldly did aspire,
+    To steal the sun's etherial fire;
+    Those _regions dark_, you now may tell,
+    Where wicked spirits ever dwell;
+    Then name the _fields of bliss_ below,
+    Where we are told the happy go;
+    That _King_, whose vanity appears
+    Rewarded, with enormous ears;
+    The _Wind_, whose blustering looks inform,
+    He rides upon the raging storm;
+    And the _lov'd wife_, whom stories tell,
+    Her husband went to seek in hell!
+    Last name one of the _Judges_ three,
+    Who bliss, or punishment decree;
+    On all who pass the Stygian wave,
+    By Charon ferry'd, king or slave.
+    Unite all the first letters well,
+    A month within the year they'll tell.
+
+  A. R.
+
+
+[Capricorn]
+
+    First name me the _Cinque Port_ that's nearest to France,
+    Where the Despot of Paris, would like to advance;
+    But he fears with the billows of Neptune to strive,
+    Well-knowing, he never shall get back alive.
+    Now an _Island_, where in the same shire you will find
+    An _University_ large, for great learning design'd;
+    The _island_ the prayers of a Bishop can claim,
+    And the _College_ boasts proudly of William Pitt's name.
+    Then a _College_ in Bucks, founded long time ago,
+    By Edward the Sixth, as the records will show.
+    Now the _birth-place_ of Henry the Fifth you may tell,
+    Who tho' wild as a Prince, as a King govern'd well;
+    Then name where the crooked backed Richard the Third
+    Was _conquer'd_, and where they his relics interr'd;
+    Then _where_ in these modern times it is known,
+    To view the horse-racing, that Royaltys shown;
+    Last tell me that _lovely unfortunate fair_,
+    Whom Henry the Second, protected with care;
+    Put these names together, perhaps you will find,
+    They'll tell you a month that to mirth is inclin'd.
+
+  A. R.
+
+
+[Leo]
+
+    Take the _writer_, whose size both of body and mind,
+    Were much more gigantic, than common you'll find,
+    Whose brains were employ'd for the good of the age,
+    And perfect the language, you find in each page,
+    Whether out with his Rambler, you venture to roam,
+    Or stay with his Rasselas, shut up at home.
+    When tired of his numbers, I'd have you to name,
+    A _Bishop_ of Ireland, recorded by fame,
+    Whose writings will ever be held in esteem,
+    By those who make sacred religion their theme.
+    Next remember the _writer_, whose delicate lay,
+    Deserv'd from Apollo, a chaplet of Bay;
+    Who in Hagley's sweet groves, for his Lucy did mourn,
+    And wept with true sorrow long over his urn.
+    There is none but poor Shaw, with his numbers can vie,
+    Who so sweetly laments that his Emma should die.
+    Then last name the _Poet_, whose anguish and grief,
+    Seeks in sorrowful verses some little relief,
+    Who o'er his Narcissa, so young, and so fair,
+    Laments in a language, uncommon, and rare.
+    Place these sons of Parnassus, in proper array,
+    And they'll tell you a month that is cheerful and gay.
+
+  A. R.
+
+
+[Aquarius]
+
+    The _God_ whom Artists always grace,
+    By giving him a double face:
+    The _food_ divine, that's eat on high,
+    By all the inmates of the sky;
+    Also the _Liquor_, drank above,
+    Which Hebe hands, to mighty Jove;
+    _He_, who for fair Calypso's smile,
+    Forgot his wife, and native isle:
+    Now Thetis' _son_, who chose the strife,
+    Of warlike fame, instead of life:
+    That _island_, where we're always told,
+    The brass Colossus stood of old:
+    The _time_, no efforts can regain,
+    Tho' oft we spend its hours in vain.
+    Take the first letters and they'll tell
+    A month, when firing pleases well.
+
+  A. R.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+[Cancer]
+
+    The _King_, who was forc'd Magna Charta to sign,
+    Or his crown and kingdom, for ever resign.
+    The _term_ which fair Scotland, with England did join,
+    And the Roses and Thistles, agree to entwine.
+    No king can I find, who will give my next letter,
+    So think of an _Admiral_, can you do better?
+    Then speak of the Trafalgar Hero whose name,
+    Stands high in the records, of glory and fame.
+    Then the pride of Old England, that _Queen_ who alone,
+    Well guarded her rights, and protected her throne.
+    If you join the initials, perhaps you will find,
+    A Month in the year, when bright Phoebus is kind.
+
+  A. R.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+[Taurus]
+
+    The _first Roman Emperor_, whose forty years sway,
+    His people with pleasure, could always obey.
+    The _General_, whom Cæsar contrived to annoy.
+    And occasion his army in terror to fly,
+    By desiring his soldiers, their faces to wound,
+    Which soon made the combatants vacate the ground.
+    That _Roman_, whose firmness no sufferings could move,
+    Tho' destin'd the cruellest torments to prove.
+    The name of that _Horse_, whose vile master did say,
+    He wish'd he all Romans, could kill in a day.
+    The fair Roman _Matron_, whose cause to espouse,
+    The long smother'd spirit of Brutus did rouse.
+    These names plac'd aright, the first letters will tell,
+    A month in the year, most people love well.
+
+  A. R.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+[Pisces]
+
+    The fickle _Goddess_, false and blind,
+    To some profuse, to more unkind:
+    The _Shepherd_, who on Latmos height,
+    Was courted by the Queen of night;
+    The _Maid_, for whom Achilles swore,
+    He'd aid the Grecian cause no more:
+    _Jove's mother_ name, and _Saturn's wife_,
+    Who fled to save her infant life:
+    _He_, who when feigning madness try'd,
+    With care to turn the plough aside,
+    Nor o'er that furrow bend its way,
+    Where he beheld his infant lay.
+    The _Queen_, whom Jove with love assail'd,
+    And in the husband's form prevail'd;
+    The _King_, whose horses Diomed,
+    And grave Ulysses captive led;
+    And now conclude with that _blest time_,
+    We should enjoy, while in its prime.
+    So place the initials, and they'll say,
+    A month, not quite so warm as May.
+
+  A. R.
+
+
+[Scorpio]
+
+    I would have you that great _University_ name,
+    From whence many good scholars, have risen to fame;
+    Then _where William the Conqueror_, rested in peace,
+    And all his vexations in this world, did cease;
+    Then tell me the _River_, on whose verdant sides,
+    The noble, the merchant, the trader resides,
+    Whose opulent stream wild meandring flows,
+    Well laden with riches, to proud London goes:
+    Then _where_, the best medicine is to be had,
+    For those who are bitten, by dogs raving mad.
+    The fam'd _Wells_ in Derbyshire, which we are told,
+    Tho' close by each other, are one hot, t'other cold:
+    That _commotion_, which troubles the bowels of earth
+    And causes confusion, when 'ere it bursts forth;
+    Then a _place_ name in Berkshire, where Henry the first
+    Lays quietly resting, that Fates done her worst.
+    Join the first letters together, and soon they will make
+    A month, when its pleasant a ramble to take.
+
+  A. R.
+
+
+[Gemini]
+
+    The _Bard_, tho' wanting sight inspir'd,
+    Was with poetic rapture fir'd;
+    His noble strains, and verse to raise,
+    Singing of heaven, his tuneful lays,
+    In numbers born to lasting fame,
+    I beg you'll tell this writer's name.
+    Next him, another _Author_ tell,
+    Who wrote in numbers soft and well;
+    Whose lines were tutor'd to convey,
+    To every heart the moral lay,
+    Whose Cato and Spectators shine,
+    With many beauties of the nine;
+    Now _he_, whose gloomy thoughts appear,
+    For ever damp'd with sorrows tear,
+    Whose discontented numbers show,
+    The cause, from which his murmurs flow,
+    And disappointment marks the name,
+    Of him, who grumbling sought for fame.
+    These writers, when their names yon know,
+    Will tell a month when flowrets blow.
+
+  A. R.
+
+
+[Virgo]
+
+    The _goddess_ of the rosy morn,
+    Whose smiles with health, our cheeks adorn;
+    Then tell as quickly as you can,
+    The Poets _much enduring man_;
+    The _Youth_ who gave the cup on high,
+    When fair Hebe left the sky;
+    The _Muses name_, I'd have you find,
+    Most to astronomy inclin'd;
+    Then take the _River_, at whose sound,
+    The gods, eternally are bound;
+    The _Muse_, before whose comic eye,
+    Despair and melancholy fly;
+    The initials join'd, will surely find,
+    Amusement for your active mind,
+    And rightly plac'd, will soon appear
+    A month, within the circling year.
+
+  A. R.
+
+[Illustration]
+
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+
+                          KEY TO THE ENIGMAS.
+
+
+[Aries]
+
+  Mary,
+  Anne,
+  Richard the Third,
+  Charles the First,
+  Henry the Eighth.
+
+
+[Sagittarius]
+
+  Nero,
+  Octavia,
+  Vespasian,
+  Eneas,
+  Maximum,
+  Brutus,
+  Equi,
+  Romulus.
+
+
+[Libra]
+
+  Stentor,
+  Echo,
+  Prometheus,
+  Tartarus,
+  Elysian,
+  Midas,
+  Boreas,
+  Eurydice,
+  Rhadamanthus.
+
+
+[Capricorn]
+
+  Dover,
+  Ely,
+  Cambridge,
+  Eton,
+  Monmouth,
+  Bosworth,
+  Epsom,
+  Rosamond.
+
+
+[Leo]
+
+  Johnson,
+  Usher,
+  Littleton,
+  Young.
+
+
+[Aquarius]
+
+  Janus,
+  Ambrosia,
+  Nectar,
+  Ulysses,
+  Achilles,
+  Rhodes,
+  Youth.
+
+
+[Cancer]
+
+  John,
+  Union,
+  Nelson,
+  Elizabeth.
+
+
+[Taurus]
+
+  Augustus,
+  Pompey,
+  Regulus,
+  Incitatus,
+  Lucretia.
+
+
+[Pisces]
+
+  Fortune,
+  Endymion,
+  Briseis,
+  Rhea,
+  Ulysses,
+  Alcmena,
+  Rhesus,
+  Youth.
+
+
+[Scorpio]
+
+  Oxford,
+  Caen in Normandy,
+  Thames,
+  Ormskirk,
+  Buxton,
+  Earthquake,
+  Reading.
+
+
+[Gemini]
+
+  Milton,
+  Addison,
+  Young.
+
+
+[Virgo]
+
+  Aurora,
+  Ulysses,
+  Ganymedes,
+  Urania,
+  Styx,
+  Thalia.
+
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+Errata.
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+The first line indicates the original, the second how it should read:
+
+p. 9:
+
+  And sigh for sigh, when your're alone;
+  And sigh for sigh, when you're alone;
+
+p. 23:
+
+  Whose opulent stream wild meandring flows,
+  Whose opulent stream wild meandering flows,
+
+p. 24:
+
+  A month, when its pleasant a ramble to take.
+  A month, when it's pleasant a ramble to take.
+
+p. 26:
+
+  These writers, when their names yon know,
+  These writers, when their names you know,
+
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+
+
+End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Classical Enigmas, Adapted to Every
+Month in the Year, by Anne Ritson
+
+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 44342 ***