THE SECRET, 237 
“With a packet, 
Saying, Tak’ it, 
It’s as clean as I can mak’ it, | 
If ye’d save yer snuff on Sabbath 
A toom box ye needna scan, 
“ Being lusty 
(Though ’twas musty) 
To his nose the snuff so dusty 
Put the minister, too much in want, 
The gift to scrutinize, 
“An idea 
He could see a 
Blessing in this panacea ; 
So he took such hearty pinches as brought 
Tears into his eyes. 
“Then to Johnnie, 
His old cronie, 
Cried—'I fear’d I'd ne’er get ony.’ 
‘Well, I'll tell ye,’ said the beadle, 
‘Whaur I got the stock of snuff.’ 
“Tn the poupit 
Low I stoopit, 
An’ the snuff and stour I soupit, 
Then I brocht ye here a handfu’, 
For ye need it sair enough.’” 
The old Scottish snuff-mill, which consisted of a small 
box-like receptacle into which fitted a conical-shaped projec- 
tion with a short, strong handle was a more substantial affair 
than the rasp used by the French and English snuff-takers. 
(See page 232). Both, answered the purpose for which they 
were designed, the leaves of tobacco being “ toasted before 
the fire,” and then ground in the mill as it was called. The 
more modern snuff-mill is similar in shape, but is used to hold 
the snuff after being ground, rather than for reducing the 
leaves to a powder. 
Boswell gives the following poem on snuff, in his “Shrubs 
of Parnassus :” 
“Oh Snuff! our fashionable end and aim! 
Strasburg, Rappee, Dutch, Scotch, what’eer thy name, 
