190 THE TRAVELER. 



His brow was glad, his laughing eye 

 Flashed like a gooseberry in a pie ; 

 And like a penny whistle rung 

 The piping notes of that strange tongue 



"Tobacco!" 



In dusty homes he saw the light 



Of supper fires gleam warm and bright ; 



THE STRANGE YOUTH. 



Above, the ruddy chimneys smoked : 

 He from his lips the word evoked 



"Tobacco!" 



"Try not the weed," good Reynolds said; 

 " I've smoked it 'till I'm nearly dead : 

 Take not the juice in thy inside ; " 

 But loud the jovial voice replied 



"Tobacco!" 



" Oh ! stay," the maiden said, " and rest; 

 I have got on my Sunday best : '* 

 A wink stood in his bright blue eye, 

 And answered he, without a sigh 



"Tobacco I " 



" Beware the briar's poison'd root ; 

 Beware the birds-eye put into V 



