LOYAL
Ah no,--some cynic wits;
And called (I think)--
(_Placing his hat upon his breast_),
"The Cap that Fits."
ENIGMA
[Sidenote: _Mark Twain_]
Not wishing to be outdone in literary enterprise by those magazines
which have attractions especially designed for the pleasing of the fancy
and the strengthening of the intellect of youth, we have contrived and
builded the following enigma, at great expense of time and labour:
I am a word of 13 letters.
My 7, 9, 4, 4 is a village in Europe.
My 7, 14, 5, 7 is a kind of dog.
My 11, 13, 13, 9, 2, 7, 2, 3, 6, 1, 13 is a peculiar kind of stuff.
My 2, 6, 12, 8, 9, 4 is the name of a great general of ancient times
(have spelt it to best of ability, though may have missed the bull's-eye
on a letter or two, but not enough to signify).
My 3, 11, 1, 9, 15, 2, 2, 6, 2, 9, 13, 2, 6, 15, 4, 11, 2, 3, 5, 1, 10,
4, 8 is the middle name of a Russian philosopher, up whose full cognomen
fame is slowly but surely climbing.
My 7, 11, 4, 12, 3, 1, 1, 9 is an obscure but very proper kind of bug.
My whole is--but perhaps a reasonable amount of diligence and ingenuity
will reveal that.
We take a just pride in offering the customary gold pen or cheap
sewing-machine for correct solutions of the above.
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