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Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1851, by


in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the Eastern District of


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The person who holds the book asks the question.
The person whose fortune is to be read selects any one
of the fifty answers under that question, say No. 10,
and the questioner reads aloud the answer No. 10,
which will be the Oracle.

WHEN a social party of young people is assem-
bled for an evening's enjoyment, it sometimes hap-
pens that conversation flags, and every one feels the
necessity of some movement which shall dissipate
the awkwardness and restraint of the moment, and
afford the means of active and interesting amuse-
ment. Some elegant pastime, which affords an
opportunity for the flow of remark and the play of
fancy, then becomes a desideratum ; and it is pre-
cisely to supply this desideratum, that the following
volume has been compiled. It is a game of ques-
tions and answers between a lady and gentleman;
and may be carried successively round a whole
circle, all giving attention to each question and each

The answers being quoted from standard poets,
and made by a chance choice of numbers, all appear-
ance of personality is avoided, and the amusement,


which often occasions the liveliest mirth, is free
from every ground of offence.

Some of the answers are of a highly humorous
character, while others are grave, sentimental, or
patriotic. As there is a large number of questions,
and fifty answers to each question, a company will
find sufficient entertainment in it to last a whole
evening, and for many evenings in succession. In
fact, the possession of such a book in a family will
afford the means of entertainment to a party of
friends, whenever books, prints, music, dancing, and
the ordinary games of social parties fail.

The good effects of an amusement of the intellec-
tual kind which we propose, are manifold. The
frequent repetition of choice extracts from standard
poets, stores the mind with agreeable images, im-
proves the taste, and familiarizes the ear to the
musical rhythm of good poetry ; it also enlarges the
vocabulary, and increases the conversational powers.
But the chief value of the game is still the present
advantage derived from the pleasure it affords in
playing it.

We hold to the doctrine that one renders a real
bond fide benefit to mankind, who proposes a new
innocent amusement. In our country particularly,

we work too hard, and we think too much and too
anxiously about business, and money, and household
cares, and our future worldly prosperity; the con-
sequence is, that we wear out our minds and bodies
too soon. If we gave more time to innocent recrea-
tion, we should enjoy better health, live longer,
and perform more service to our friends, our
families, and our country. When the day's work,
a fair day's work is done, it is our duty to relax our
minds from all worldly care, trust the morrow to
Providence, and give the evening to our friends and
to innocent recreation. By so doing, we increase
the sum of human happiness without violating any
law, human or divine.

We are aware that many of our readers will re-
gard these as self-evident truths, which it is hardly
worth while to repeat ; but we know very well that
there are others who are so earnestly engaged in the
pursuit of worldly wealth and honour, that they
esteem every hour spent in amusement of any kind
as a dead loss. This is a grave error, especially in
a young person; and those who entertain such
views should recollect that an exclusive devotion to
worldly advancement is wrong ; it distorts the cha-
racter ; it renders sorrow and chastisement neces-


sary, in order to soften and humanize the disposi-
tion, and prepare the soul for that world where the
greatest worldly advancement is of no value what-

Kwl irf

THE following twenty Questions, with fifty Answers
each, numbered, are used in consulting the Oracle:


What are your sentiments towards me ? Gentleman. 13

What are your sentiments towards me? Lady 23

Describe the personal appearance of your lady-
love. Gent 33

Describe the personal appearance of him you

love. Lady 44

What is the character of your lady-love? Gent 54

What is the character of him you love ? Lady 63

How do you pass your time? Gent 72

How do you pass your time? Lady 80

What scenery do you prefer? 89

What is your worldly condition? 99

Describe your future residence 109

What will be your future'destiny ? 119

What music do you love? 128

What part of the day do you love? 145

What season do you love? .159

Which is your favourite flower? 175

Which is your favourite dramatic character? 194

Which is your favourite historical character? 217

Who is your favourite poet? 235

Which is your favourite bird? 250


ravished fancy, in amaze,
Still wanders o'er thy charms ;
Delusive dreams ten thousand ways
Present thee to my arms.


2. I am no pilot ; yet wert thou as far

As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea,
I would adventure for such merchandise.


3. Get thee to a nunnery 1


4. Never yet did mariner

Put up to patron saint such prayers for prosperous
And pleasant breezes as I call upon you.




5. There is a fair behaviour in thee.

And though that nature with a beauteous wall
Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee
I will believe thou hast a mind that suits
With this thy fair and outward character.


6. Thou livest in my heart, through distance time,

Midst fickle friendships and fantastic joys,
Alone a truth: like Love, which is sublime,
Thy sweet smile elevates, and never cloys.
Barry Cornwall.

7. Bonnie Mary Hay, I will lo'e thee yet;

For thy eye is the slae, and thy hair is the jet,
The snaw is thy skin, and the rose is thy cheek:
Oh! bonnie Mary Hay, I will lo'e thee yet.


8. But if fond love thy heart can gain,

I never broke a vow ;
Nae maiden lays her skaith to me;
I never loved but you.


9. Oh, sweet grow the lime and the orange,

And the apple on the pine ;
But a' the charms o' the Indies
Can never equal thine.


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10. I'll have thy beauty scratched with briers,
And made more homely than thy state.


11. A little word in kindness spoken,

A motion or a tear,

Has often healed the heart that's broken,
And made a friend sincere.


12. Affection is lowly and deep;

All groundless suspicion above,
It knows but to trust or to weep.

Mrs. Ellis.

13. How divinely sweet
Is the pure joy when kindred spirits meet.


14. Like as the ivy round the elm doth wreathe,

So friendship twines, nor quits its hold till death.


15. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

Sae deep in love am I;
* And I will love thee still, my dear,

Till a' the seas gang dry.


16. A gaudy dress and gentle air

May slightly touch the heart,
But it's innocence and modesty
That polishes the dart.


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17. how much more doth beauty beauteous seem

By that sweet ornament which truth doth give;
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour which doth in it live.

18. There's nane to me wi' her can vie,

I'll love her till I dee,
For she's sae sweet, and bonnie, aye,
And kind as kind can be.


19. The tender glance, the reddening cheek,

O'erspread with rising blushes,
A thousand various ways they speak
A thousand various wishes.


20. What I most prize in woman

Is her affections, not her intellect I
The intellect is finite, but the affections
Are infinite, and cannot be exhausted.
Compare me with the great men of the earth:
What am I? Why, a pigmy among giants I
But if thou lovest mark me! I say lovestl
The greatest of thy sex excels thee not!


21. Oh, woman, oft misconstrued! the pure pearls
Lie all too deep in thy heart's secret well,
For the unpausing and impatient hand

To win them forth.


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22. My soul is ravished with delight

When you I think upon ;
All griefs and sorrows take their flight,

And hastily are gone:
The fair resemblance of your face

So fills this breast of mine,
No fate nor force can it displace,

For old long syne.

Old Song.

23. Oh, how can beautie master the most strong!


24. I've wandered east, I've wandered west,

I've borne a weary lot;
But in my wanderings, far or near,
Ye never were forgot.


25. May health, life's greatest blessing,

Beam on thy cheek and brow;
Be thine love's fond caressing
Wi' ane whase heart is true.

Charles Gray.

26. come to my arms, lassie, charming an' fair,

Awa' wild alarms, lassie dear;
This fond heart an' thine like ivy shall twine,
I'll lo'e thee, dear, till the day that I dee.


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27. Nocht's to be gained at woman's hand,

Unless ye gi'e her a' the plea;
Then I'll leave aff where I began,
And tak' my auld cloak about me.


28. But though thy fair and faithless air

Hath wrung the bosom-sigh frae me;
A changing mind and heart unkind
May chill a breast as dear to thee.


29. Witless hizzie, e'ens ye like,

The ne'er a doit I'm carin' ;
But men maun be the first to speak,
An' wanters maun be speirin'.


30. I prize your smile as husbandman

The summer's opening bloom ;
And, could you frown, I dread it mair
Than he the autumn's gloom.


31. To see thee in anither's arms,

In love to lie and languish,
'Twad be my dead, that will be seen,
My heart wad burst wi' anguish.


32. Ye're my ain, love, ye're my ain!

Forms sae fair, I ne'er see mony;
Hearts sae fond, sae true, love, nane!
Ye're my ain! my dear! my bonny!


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33. Fondly wooing, fondly sueing,

Let me love, nor love in vain ;
Fate shall never fond hearts sever,
Hearts still bound by true love's chain.


34. Lassie, I maun leave you too,

Though I lo'e you best o' ony ;
Ye ha'e wooers mony ane,

Ye winna ken the want o' Johnny!


35. A boon may I venture to beg frae thee, Heaven?

Amid a' my care, an' my toil, an' my fear,
Be the heart-warmin' impulse o' frien'ship me given,
To live in her smile, or be worthy her tear.

Scotch Song.

36. Go fetch to me a pint o' wine,

And fill it in a silver tassie;
That I may drink before I go,
A service to my bonnie lassie.


37. For while I gaze my bosom glows,
My blood in tides impetuous flows ;
Hope, fear, and joy, alternate roll,
And floods of transport 'whelm my soul.


38. There's nane can tell what's yet to come,

But round my heart I will entwine
The hope that time will bring the day
When I can ca' yon lassie mine.


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39. When I see you, I love you; when hearing, adore;
I wonder, and think you a woman no more ;

Till, mad wi' admiring, I canna contain,
And, kissing your lips, you turn woman again.


40. A bonnie lass, I will confess,

Is pleasant to the e'e,
But without some better qualities,
She's no a lass for me.


41. Ah! could you look into my heart,

And watch your image there,
You would own the sunny loveliness
Affection makes it wear.

Mrs. Osgood.

42. Oh ! no, my heart can never be

Again in lightest hopes the same;
The love that lingers there for thee
Hath more of ashes than of flame !

Miss Landon.

43. Your life is like the living sun,

That gi'es life to the plain ;
Though clouds awhile may dim his smile,

He'll brighter beam again.
I wouldna be the cloud that comes

Atween your love an' ye;
Your life's sweet light the light o' lo'e,

Lo'e glentin' frae the e'e.



44. Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing,

Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine,
I wad wear thee in my bosom,
Lest my jewel I should tine.


45. How sweet to view that face so meek,

That dark expressive eye ;
To kiss that lovely blushing cheek,
Those lips of coral dye.


46. Dear child, how could I wrong thy name?

Thy form so fair and faultless stands,
That could ill tongues abuse thy fame,
Thy beauty would make large amends !


47. Thy voice trembles through me

Like the breeze,
That ruffles, in gladness,

The leafy trees ;
; Tis a wafted tone
From heaven's high throne,
Making hearts thine own,

My Mary dhu.


48. And yet I love thee with a love

That cannot fade or pass away;
And time alone such love can prove,
As orient sunshine proves the day.


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49. Must Robin always Nannie woo?

And Nannie still on Robin frown? # ;
Alas, poor wretch! what shall I do,

If Nannie does not love me soon?
If no relief to me she'll bring,
I'll hang me in her apron string.


50. I'm jealous o' what blesses her,
The very breeze that kisses her,

The flowery beds
On which she treads,
Though wae for ane that misses her.

James Hogg.

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WHISTLE, and I'll come to you, my lad;
0, whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad;
Tho' father, and mother, and a' should gae mad,
0, whistle and I'll come to you, my lad.


2. 0, Sandy is a braw lad,

An' Sandy is a fine,
An' Sandy is a bonnie lad,
An' best of a', he's mine !


3. Gae, get you gone, you cauldrife wooer,
Ye sour-looking, cauldrife wooer 1


4. I ha'e a wooer o' my ain,

They ca' him souple Sandy,
And weel I wat his bonnie mou'

Is sweet like sugar-candy.

Old Scotch Song.

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5. For all the gold and all the gear,
And all the lands, both far and near,
That ever valour lost or won,
I will not wed the Earlie's son.



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6. Amazed was the laird when the lady said, Na^
And wi' a laigh curtsie she turned awa'.

Miss Ferrier.

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7. I read thy letters sent from far,

And aft I kiss thy name,
And ask my Maker, frae the war
If ever thou'lt come hame, Willie.


8. Sae lichtfs he jumped up the stair,

And tirled at the pin;
And wha sae ready as hersel'
To let the laddie in!

Old Jacobite Song.

9. For the sake of somebody,

For the sake of somebody,

I could wake a winter nicht,

For the sake of somebody.


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10. But blythely will I bide
Whate'er may yet betide,
When ane is by my side.


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11. Maggie cuist her head fu' heich,
Looked asklant, and unco skeigh,
While puir Duncan stood abeigh

Ha, ha,-the wooing o't.

fc^ Sums.


12. But old Rob Morris I never will ha'e,

His back is so stiff, and his beard is grown gray;
I had rather die than live wi' him a year ;
Sae mair o' Rob Morris I never will hear.


13. The maiden blushed and bing'd fu' law,
She hadna will to say him na,

But to her daddy she left it a',

As they twa cou'd agree.


14. My minnie does constantly warn me,

And bids me beware o' young men;
They flatter, she says, to deceive me
But wha can think sae o' Tarn Glen?


15. Houtawa'I I winna ha'e him!

Na, forsooth, I winna ha'e him I
For a' his beard new-shaven,

Ne'er a bit o' me will ha'e him.


16. When day, expiring in the west,
The curtain draws o' Nature's rest,
I'll flee to his arms I lo'e best,

And that's my dainty Davie.


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17. And though ye vowed ye wad be mine,

The tear o' grief aye dims my e'e,
For, ! I'm feared that I may tyne
The love that ye ha'e promis'd me !


18. My father has baith gowd and gear,

For by a bonnie mailen free:
My mither spins wi' eident care,

An' dochtors they ha'e nane but me.
But what care I for gowd and gear,

Or what care I for mailens free?
I wadna gi'e a bonnie lad

For a' the gowd in Chrisendie.

W. Paul.

19. come, my love, the branches link

Above our bed of blossoms new,
The stars behind their curtains wink,

To spare thine eyes so soft and blue.
No human eye nor heavenly gem,

With envious smile, our bliss shall see ;
The mountain ash his diadem

Shall spread to shield the dews from thee.

James Hogg.

20. 0, how can I be blithe and glad,

Or how can I gang brisk and braw,
When the bonnie lad that I lo'e best
Is o'er the hills and far awa'?



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21. His words sae sweet gaed to my heart,
And fain I wad ha'e gi'en my ban'.


22. Were I young for thee, as I ha'e been,

We should ha'e been gallopin' down on yon green,
And linkin' it on yon lilie-white lea;
And wow! gin I were but young for thee!


23. He's on the seas to meet his foe!
Let me wander, let me rove,
Still my heart is with my love;
Nightly dreams and thoughts by day

Are with him that's far away.


24. My head is like to rend, Willie,

My heart is like to break
I'm wearin' aff my feet, Willie,

I'm dyin' for your sake!


25. But, gin you really do insist
That I should suffer to be kiss'd,
Gae, get a license frae the priest,

And mak' me yours before folk.


26. Ye've heard o' my tocher in gear an' good brass,
An' ye ken that ilk pound gi'es a charm to a lass;
But if pounds be my beauties, your love's unco

Lad! I'll awa' hame to my mither, I will.



27. I've lo'ed thee o'er truly to seek a new dearie,
I've lo'ed thee o'er fondly, through life e'er to weary,
I've lo'ed thee o'er lang, love, at last to deceive thee:
Look cauldly or kindly, but bid me not leave thee."


28. Never wedding, ever wooing,
Still a love-torn heart pursuing;
Read you not the wrongs you're doing,

In my cheek's pale hue?
All my life with sorrow strewing,
Wed or cease to woo.


29. Love is timid, Love is shy,
Can you tell me, tell me why?

Ah! tell me, why true love should be

Afraid to meet the kindly smile
Of him she loves, from him would flee,

Yet thinks upon him all the while?


30. Somebody's words are wonderfu' words,

They're wonderfu' words to hear;
Somebody's words can lighten the heart,

Or fill the e'e wi' a tear.
They may say's they like, they may do's they like,

An' somebody I may tine;
But I'll live's I am, an' I'll die's I am,

If somebody mayna be mine.




31. Young Donald is the blithest lad

That e'er made love to me ;
Whene'er he's by my heart is glad,
He seems so gay and free.

32. Tarn I esteem, like him there's few,
His gait and looks entice me.

33. Thou canst love another jo,

While my heart is breaking:
Soon my weary e'en I'll close,
Never more to waken, Jamie.




34. Never, Henry, could I leave thee,

Never could this heart deceive thee;
Why then, laddie, me forsake,
And sae wi' cruel absence grieve me?


35. I swear and vow that only thou

Shall ever be my dearie.

Only thou, I swear and vow,

Shall ever be my dearie.


36. She said, If that your heart be true,

If constantly you'll love me,
I heed not care nor fortune's frowns,
For naught but death shall move me.


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37. 0! if we lasses could but gang

And woo the lads we like,
I'd run to thee, my Johnny dear,
Ne'er stop at bog or dyke.

38. tell na me of wind and rain,
Upbraid na me wi' cauld disdain!
Gae back the gait ye cam' again;

I winna let you in, jo.



39. How ardently my bosom glows

Wi' love to thee, my dearie, 0!
My panting heart its passion shows,

Whenever thou art near me, 0.


40. But I'm blithe that my heart's my ain,

And I'll keep it a' my life,
Until that I meet wi' a lad

Who has sense to wed a good wife.


41. Robin is my only jo,
Robin has the art to lo'e,

So to his suit I mean to bow,
Because I ken he lo'es me.


42. A mutual flame inspires us both,

The tender look, the melting kiss :
Even years shall ne'er destroy our love,
But only gi'e us change o' bliss.


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43. He shall nae say that time has changed

The passion I ha'e joy'd to feel,
Nor that ae thought has been estranged
Frae ane whom I ha'e lo'ed sae weel.

Van DyTc.

44. Oh sooner shall the rose of May

Mistake her own sweet nightingale,
And to some meaner minstrel's lay

Open her bosom's glowing veil,
Than Love shall ever doubt a tone,
A breath, of the beloved one !


45. How the best charms of nature improve
When we see them reflected from looks that we love !


46. When once the young heart of a maiden is stolen,
The maiden herself will steal after it soon.


47. No ! let the eagle change his plume,
The leaf its hue, the flower its bloom;
But ties around this heart once spun,
They cannot, will not, be undone.


48. And those who once have loved the most,
Too soon forget they loved at all.


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49. A slight blush, a soft tremor, a calm kind

Of gentle feminine delight, and shown
More in the eyelids than the eyes, resigned

Rather to his what pleases, most unknown,
Are the best tokens to a modest mind

Of Love, when seated on his loveliest throne,
A sincere woman's heart.


50. The shaken tree grows faster at the root;

And Love grows firmer for some blasts of doubt.


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I^ER yellow hair, beyond compare,

Comes trinkling down her swan-white neck;
And her two eyes, like stars in skies,
Would keep a sinking ship frae wreck.


2. Her poutin' lips sae rosy red

'Mong laughin' dimples dwell ;
Nae journey-work were they, I trow,

But made by love himsel'.
Her voice was like a linty's sang,

Her een were bonnie blue,
And mine drank in the livin' light

That sparkled through the dew.

3. She is a winsome wee thing,
She is a handsome wee thing,
She is a bonnie wee thing,
This sweet wee wife o' mine.




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4. Her neck was o' the snaw-drap hue,
Her lips like roses wet wi' dew:
But oh ! her e'e, o' azure blue,

Was past expressin' bonnie, 0.


5. A fairer face I may have seen,

And passed it lightly by ;
Louisa's in her tartan sheen
Has fixed my wandering eye.

Charles Gray.

6. When teddin' out the hay,

Bareheaded on the green,

Love mid her locks did play,

And wantoned in her een.


7. Her eyes divine more bright did shine

Than the most clear unclouded ether;
A fairer form did ne'er adorn

A brighter scene than blooming heather.

. Lewis.

8. Her brow was like a lily flower,
Smiling 'neath a balmy bower,
An' glistening i' the mornin' hour

Amang the dew o' May.
Her e'e was like the bonnie bell,
That dances on a sparklin' well,
When daylight fa's o'er muir an' fell,

An' wakes the well to play.


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9. Oh Nancy's hair is yellow like gowd,
An' her een, like the lift, are blue;
Her face is the image o' heavenly love,
An' her heart is leal and true.

Old Scotch Song.

10. I saw, while gazing on her face,

The rose and lily close allied;
And on each bloomin' cheek could trace

The scented apple's sunny side.
Her lips were like the red-rose bud,

Before the sun has sipped its dew;
Her bosom like the snawy cloud

Reflected in the loch sae blue.


11. Ah no! her form's too heavenly fair,
Her love the gods above must share ;
While mortals with despair explore her,
And at distance due adore her.


12. Her look was like the morning's eye,

Her air like nature's vernal smile ;
Perfection whispered, passing by,
Behold the lass o' Ballochmyle!


13. Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye,
In every gesture dignity and love.

Milton's Paradise Lost.

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14. Oh! she has beauty might ensnare

A conqueror's soul, and make him tear his crown
At random, to be scuffled for by slaves.

Otway's Orphan.

15. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride,
Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide;
If to her share some female errors fall,

Look on her face and you'll forget 'em all.

Pope's Rape of the Lock.

16. What tender force, what dignity divine,
What virtue consecrating every feature!
Around that neck what dross are gold and pearl!

Young's Busiris.

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