LESSONS TAUGHT US. 109 
A drunkard with a drought or twain, 
A sober man it makes again; 
A full man empty, and an empty full, 
A gentleman a foolish gull; 
It turns the brain like cat in pan, 
And makes a Jack a gentleman.” 
The well-known song of “Tobacco is an Indian Weed,” 
was written must probably the last half of the Seventeenth 
Century, Fairholt gives the best copy we have seen of it. 
It is taken from the first volume of “Pills to Purge’ Melan- 
choly,” and reads thus: 
‘* Tobacco’s but an Indian weed, 
Grows green at morn, cut down at eve, 
_It shows our decay, we are but clay; 
Think of this when you smoke tobacco. 
** The pipe, that is so lily white, 
Wherein so neany take delight, 
Is broke with a touch—man’s life is such; 
Think of this when you smoke tobacco. 
‘¢ The pipe, that is so foul within, 
Shews how man’s soul is stained with sin, 
And then the fire it doth require; 
Think of this when you smoke tobacco. 
‘ The ashes that are left behind 
Do serve to put us all in mind 
That unto dust return we must; 
Think of this when you smoke tobacco. 
‘« The smoke, that does so high ascend, 
Shews us man’s life must have an end, 
The Vapor’s gone—man’s life is done; 
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.” 
One of the strongest objections against the use of the 
“Tndian novelty ” was its rninous cost at this period. During 
the reign of James The First and Charles The Second, 
Spanish tobacco sold at from ten to eighteen shillings per 
pound while Virginia tobacco sold for a time for three 
shillings. In no age and by no race excepting perhaps the 
Indians was the habit so universal or carried to such a length 
