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ANSWER to the Prize-Enigma, by Mr. Roв. Marsh.

Sure I may venture for a Prize,

When ev'n a WHISPER will fuffice.

Anfwer'd by Mr. T. BAKER, To Mr. A. MOORE, the Proposer.
Dear Moore, don't WHISPER, 'tis forbid
That Works like thine fhould e'er be hid.

Anfwer'd by Mr. GEORGE LANGLEY.
Within a fragrant Bow'r with Woodbines twin'd,
I found fair Amorett asleep, reclin'd;

Unufual Tranfports did my Nerves invade,

Whilft I with ravish'd Eyes her Charms furvey'd,
Oh lovely Girl! I in low WHISPERS faid.

Anfwer'd by Mr. W. WYLD, To CLARINDA.
What means that low'ring, that disdainful Air?
Some WHISPER er has traduc'd me to my Fair.
Detefted Vice! thou Parent of my Woe,
Friendship's malignant, execrable Foe!

Anfwer'd by SYLVIUS.

Ye charming Fair, in Bloom of Youth,
If Reputation, Virtue, Truth,

Or fmiling Peace, be worth your Care,

Of WHISP'Ring Sycophants beware.

Anfwer'd by Mifs LUCY SELBY.

The WHISPER er who blafts my Fame,
More guilty is, and hurts me worfe,
Than the poor Rogue condemn'd to Shame,
Who, in his Need, purloins my Parfe.
Anfwer'd by Mr. J. DYKE.

I have no Houfe-room for the Savearer,
No Welcome for the falfe Tale-Bearer,
No WHISPEREr vile comes where I dwell;

Such Guests as thefe, belong to Hell.

Anfwer'd by Mr. R. GIBBONS.

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"Curfe the WHISPERER, and the Double-tongued ; for fuch have
"deftroyed many that were at Peace.”
Ecclef. xxviii. 13.

Befides the above, feveral very pretty Answers to the Prize-Enigma (in particular) have been received from Mifs Sally-Ann Morris; Mr. French Fobnfon; Endymion; Mr. Richard Walton; Mr. J. Randles; Mr. T. Jeffery; Mr. Ralph Ramfey; Mr. W. Litfon; Mr. W. Smith; Mr. George Stapley, and Others.

All the ENIGMA's anfwer'd in a Card-Meffage.
The Lady Diaria her Compliments fends

To each SPARK, and TOAST,-and to all her good Friends
Let's them all know he's well, who about her enquire,
But in Winter the FROST keeps her much by the FIRE,
And quite clofe at Home, like a Bird in her NEST,
Where her fine Silver TEA-KETTLE waits on each Guest―
That, in Summer fhe's gay-wears a very smart Hat;
Like a CURTAIN fhe's flounc'd A-la-mode- and all that:
To Market fhe goes, in a housewifely Fit,

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To buy CHEESE and EGGS, and fome Meat for the SPIT: 4, 5, 9
She heeds not what Names, fome while WHISPERERS give her ; Prize.
She is at a RIDDLE as witty as ever.

Samuel Bentley.

All the ENIGMA's anfwer'd by Mr. John Stewart of Oxford, to his Friend J. L-ds-"Docti Indoctique Scribimus."

In hoary FROST with EGG in Wine,
Can't make thy Stomach warm :

WHISPER my Friend, the Prize is thine,

Since now the CURTAIN's drawn.

All the ENIGMA's anfwer'd by Mr. W. BAYLEY.

A Spark, Tea-Kettle, Cheefe, and Toaft,

Spit, Curtain, Eggs, Bird's-Neft, and Froft;
Thus I th' Enigma's fairly tell,

And in a Whisper bid farewell.

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5, 6, 9, 7, to

Prize.

All the ENIGMA's anfwer'd by THISBE.

The CURTAN drawn, Doll felt in Bed

A FROSTY Morn, and feratcht her Head;
The Cold but ferv'd t'inflame her Mettle,

And, curfe!, fhe cry'd, the vile TEA-KETTLE:
Down Stairs the hurries in the Dark,

With Flint and Steel procures a SPARK;

The willing Match receives the Flame,

And foon communicates the fame.

The Sport of Numbers Yefter-morning;
At Table now; and if you please,

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Prize.

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Conclude the Meat with Grace and CHEESE.

All the Enigmas anfwered by Calia.

A SPARK from his NEST comes bawling, what TEA!
Cheshire CHEESE or a Cut from the SPIT is for me.
When full as an EGG I could eat all your TOAST;
No Substance in that like good boil'd and roaft.
You Ladies are RIDDLES, your Meanings ne'er known;
What chiefly you covet, you chiefly disown:

With ICE-Creams and Slip-Slops you make a ftrange Fufs,
But the CURTAIN once drawn, you can tipple like us.
Of further Impert'nence, a Lady in Fear,

Juft WHISPER'd him foftly, these Words in his Ear,
You own, Sir, when wrong, we've Grace not to fhow it;
You eat like a Beaft, and have Front to avow it.

All the Ænigmas answered by Legifta.
One Morn' as fair Belinda was in Bed,
Her Maid the CURTAIN drew, and WHISP'Ring faid,
Madam, be pleas'd to rife, Sir John's below
With BIRD'S-NEST Wig all FROSTed like a Beau,
A SPIT-like Sword hangs down behind his Legs,
His Errand's Love, as fure as EGGS are Eggs.
In the beft Parlour I have light the FIRE,
The KETTLE boils; the Tea-pot you admire,
The Cups and Saucers are in Order fet;
A butter'd TOAST I inftantly will get.
The Lady answer'd, Abigail, you speak
In RIDDLES fure; my Compliments pray make
To good Sir John, and tell him I shall wait

On him forthwith; and fee his Man you treat
With CHEESE and Ham and whate'er else he'll eat.

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All the Enigmas anfwered by Mr. J. Webfler.

With Plenty of ROAST, good CHEESE, and fome TOAST,

Laft Christmass I din'd an old Vicar,

His Limbs being FROZE, from Table we rofe,

Drank Bumpers of humming ftrong Liquor.

The Strength of the Liquor foon feiz'd on the Vicar,

He offer'd to put forth a Song;

* Jack-spit.

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But could not speak plain, he had FIRED his Brain:
Your PRIZE was made known by his Tongue.
He burned his HAT, and eke his Cravatt,

Then kneel'd down and offer'd to pray;

He WHISPER'd and splutter'd, and fain would have utter'd, Prize.
But D-v-la Word could he fay.

In this merry Mood, then Homeward he rode,

Securely wrap'd up in his Gown:

But when he came thither, no one could tell whether,
His Breeches were yellow or brown.

As with th' Yolk of EGGS, beímear'd were his Legs;
A Spectacle, each one admir'd:

His Wife, with Career, cry'd out, who is there?
You Jade, "I'm a Vicar infpir'd."

Oh! Sir, I'm furpriz'd to fee you difguis'd!
With that he began for to kick her;

B'ing excellent Metal, fhe catch'd up th' TEA-KETTLE

And defp'rately mauled the Vicar.

Her Guefts one and all, then left off their Ball,
("Till then they'd been merry with Fiddles)

He went to his NEST, but poorly did reft:
So, Ladies, adieu to your RIDDLES.

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All the Ænigmas anfwered, in a Miftrefs's fcolding of her

Maid.

Near Eight o'Clock, and not one Spark of FIRE!

Reft.

I tell thee, Doll, thou wilt my Patience tire.
When will the KETTLE boil-the TOAST be made?
No Breakfast yet this Hour-you fhameless Jade!
Snug as an EGG within your feather'd NEST,
The FROST you feel not-There you take your
Your CURTAINS, Slut, I'll furely take away,
And then perhaps you'll fee the Rifing Day.
At Night your nimble Tongue runs like a Fiddle,
About fome fimple Song or puzzling RIDDLE:
WHISP'Ring with all roving Lads you meet,
At ev'ry Corner of the publick Street.
When will the CHEESE be done you idle Chit?
Not till the Mutton's ready for the SPIT.
But for your idle Pains, as I'm a Sinner,

You Jade you fhall not tafte a Bitt of Dinner.

Thomas Corbett.

All the Ænigmas answered in a Description of Winter in the

Country.

Now Winter fpreads around his gloomy Sway:

Now Nature's beauteous Face is veil'd with Snow;

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E'en Things inanimate his Power obey.

Or bound with FROST; keen Winds impetuous blow,

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Mute are the feather'd Choirs.-Yet Heav'n, how kind!
Who gentle Spring to form their Neks affign'd;

When

See SPARKling Pendants thick impearl the Lair :
Bright as the Gems that grace the British Fair.