[A Chimney.]

Black within, and red without;
Four corners round about.

CCXXI.

There was a man rode through our town,
Gray Grizzle was his name;
His saddle-bow was gilt with gold,
Three times I've named his name.

CCXXII.

[A Hedgehog.]

As I went over Lincoln bridge
I met mister Rusticap;
Pins and needles on his back,
A going to Thorney fair.

CCXXIII.

[One leg is a leg of mutton; two legs, a man; three legs, a
stool; four legs, a dog.]

Two legs sat upon three legs,
With one leg in his lap;
In comes four legs,
And runs away with one leg.
Up jumps two legs,
Catches up three legs,
Throws it after four legs,
And makes him bring back one leg.

CCXXIV.

[A Bed.]

Formed long ago, yet made to-day,
Employed while others sleep;
What few would like to give away,
Nor any wish to keep.

CCXXV.

[A Cinder-sifter.]

A riddle, a riddle, as I suppose,
A hundred eyes, and never a nose.

CCXXVI.

[A Well.]

As round as an apple, as deep as a cup,
And all the king's horses can't pull it up.

CCXXVII.

[A Cherry.]

As I went through the garden gap,
Who should I meet but Dick Red-cap!
A stick in his hand, a stone in his throat,
If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a groat.

CCXXVIII.

Elizabeth, Elspeth, Betsy and Bess,
They all went together to seek a bird's nest.
They found a bird's nest with five eggs in,
They all took one, and left four in.

CCXXIX.

As I was going to St. Ives,
I met a man with seven wives,
Every wife had seven sacks,
Every sack had seven cats,
Every cat had seven kits:
Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
How many were there going to St. Ives?

CCXXX.

[The Holly Tree.]

Highty, tighty, paradighty clothed in green,
The king could not read it, no more could the queen;
They sent for a wise man out of the East,
Who said it had horns, but was not a beast!

CCXXXI.

See, see! what shall I see?
A horse's head where his tail should be.

CCXXXII.

[A fire-brand with sparks on it.]

As I was going o'er London Bridge,
And peep'd through a nick,
I saw four and twenty ladies
Riding on a stick!

CCXXXIII.

[An Icicle.]

Lives in winter,
Dies in summer,
And grows with its root upwards!

CCXXXIV.

When I went up sandy hill,
I met a sandy boy;
I cut his throat