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ble one, to say the least : so forgive me for quot- 

 ing one who knew all about it, hush ! 



* Sublime tobacco ! which from east to west 

 Cheers the tar's labor or the Turkman's rest ; 

 Divine in hookahs, glorious in a pipe, 

 When tipped with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe ; 

 Like other charmers, wooing the caress 

 More dazzlingly when daring in full dress; 

 Yet thy true lovers more admire by far 

 Thy naked beauties give me a cigar ! ' 



" One of those little ones, Charlie, I fain would 

 smoke ; and hold the umbrella, my boy, while I 

 light and prepare for the remaining ten miles." 



A puff of the fragrant smoke into the left nostril 

 of the Deacon wakes him from a revery, and causes 

 him to tickle the right ear of the off leader, at the 

 same time reminding him of a little "swap" he 

 made with a brother stage-driver a few days before. 

 How he chuckled over the good trade he made ! 

 and the nigh pole horse got an extra " cut " in 

 token of his satisfaction. Very likely the party of 

 the second part might, even then, be relating to 

 some willing listeners by his side the story of how 

 he "jewed the Deacon : " at all events, there never 

 was a man but thought his the better trade in 

 "swapping horses." 



The Deacon's experiences brought forth a similar 



