A WARNING. 185 
Hence with moralizings musty! 
I say life is “‘ not so dusty.” 
Smoke in gladness; smoke in trouble; 
Soothe the last, the former double! 
Teach the Fiji Indians, then, 
To chew their quids, instead of men. 
Pain from heart and brain to wipe, 
Pass the weed, and fill your pipe! 
* Prince and peasant, lord and lackey, 
All in some form take their ’Baccy.” 
The evil effects occasioned by man’s indulging too fre- 
quently in tobacco have been the subject of many a fierce 
debate between the friends and foes of the “great plant.” 
Many, however, are not aware of the fatality attending its 
use by the brute creation. A modern Englisn poet on hear- 
ing of the result produced on a cow from chewing tobacco, 
penned the following sad lines which he entitles—“An elegy 
on somebody’s Cow.” 
Weep! weep, ye chewers! Lowly bend, and bow; 
Here lieth what was once a happy cow. 
No more her voice she’ll raise, now low, now high, 
In amber fields, beneath an autumn sky; : 
