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A Key to "Dublin Acrostics"Source: The Irish Monthly, Vol. 28, No. 326 (Aug., 1900), p. 496Published by: Irish Jesuit ProvinceStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20499635 .

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A KEY TO " DUBLIN ACROSTICS."

TjOR one of the " lights" last month "Ceisel " Worcester's L' Dictionary gave Sir Thomas More as the authority.

J. W. A. tells us that it occurs towards the end of the Grave

digger's Scene in Hamlet, and seems to come to us through the French from the Low-Latin diminutive " acetillum."

Dr. Russell's acrostic word in No. 115 is Budget. He has poetized bud very prettily. The three lights are " bug," " uncle," and " debt." The second of these of course refers to the stealthy visits paid to the pawn-office. Some one has quoted Proverbs

VI., 6. " Go to the ant, 0 Sluggard," and then has added " But

how often he goes to his uncle." For next month we leave unsolved

No. 117.

-I.

Said the King to his court assembled, " Come, name me the strongest thing,"

And they answered in turn and trembled,

" The strongest art thou, 0 king."

"Nay! beauty hath kings to woo her,

And holds them in subject thrall,"

"And wine is a world subduer," " But truth shall prevail o'er all."

Yet they named not me, a mightier far

Than truth, women, or Princes are.

II,

Of a restless race descended,

Producing a restless brood, Who roam till their course is ended,

Yet sluggish am I of mood.

With me combined, things good or ill

Are brighter, and purer, or darker still.

III. She whispered her secret, sighing,

Tn a low and pleading tone,

And, her softened sire complying, She called me at length her own:

Yet, when I approached her, that fickle she

So haughtily turned her back on me.

1. When you catch me, you catch a tartar.

2. Acquaintance of the royal martyr.

3. Of service in affairs of barter.

4. Esteemed companions of the garter. 0.

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