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tions : " Is peace in the land ? How is the emperor, the bishop, and the cap- 

 tain of the district ?" The more inquisitive of the filthy troop then ask after 

 the home of the stranger, and being told that it is beyond the mountains, they 

 further inquire if he comes from the laud Avhere tobacco grows. For as our 

 imagination loves to wander to the sunny regions, 



Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, 

 And the voice of the cighjtingale never is mute ; 



SO the fancy of the Lapp conceives no greater paradise than that which pro- 

 duces the weed that, along with the brandy-bottle, affoi'ds him his highest 

 luxury. 



