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; 
“« T’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; 
Ihave got on my Sunday best: ” 
A wink stood in his bright blue eye, , 
And answered he, without a sigh— 
“Tobacco!” 
“« Beware the briar’s poison'd root; 
Beware the birds-eye put into 't.” 
