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An Old Riddle

There was a man of Adam's race, Who had a curious dwelling place; He had a house all covered o'er, Where no man dwelt since n'er before.

It was not made by man of art, Nor brick, nor stone in any part; Nor rock, nor lime, nor laths nor tin, But curiously it was wrought within. 'Twas not in heaven, nor yet in hell, Nor on the earth where mortals dwell; Now if you know this man of fame, Tell where he lived and what's his name.

Ans.-Jonah in the whale's belly.

Formed long ago, yet made to-day, I'm most employed while others sleep; What none would like to give away, Yet no one likes to keep.

Who are all the shavers in the world?

ANSWERS.

Ans. A bed.

The barber shaves with polished blade; The merchant shaves in constant trade; The broker shaves on twenty per cent.; The landlord shaves by raising rent; The doctor shaves in patent pills; The tapster shaves in pints and gills; The farmer shaves in hay and oats; The banker shaves on his own notes; The lawyer shaves both friends and foes; The peddler shaves where'er he goes; The office-holder shaves the nation; The parson shaves in men's salvation; The wily churchman shaves his brother; The people all shave one another.