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Rh Found he had no tobacco, looked at me Peculiarly, and asked of Archibald What ailed the boy to make him chirrup so. From that he told us what a blessed world The Lord had given us.—"But, Archibald, He added, with a sweet severity That made me think of peach-skins and gooseflesh, "I'm half afraid you cut those oats of yours A day or two before they were well set." "They were set well enough," said Archibald,— And I remarked the process of his nose Before the words came out; "but never mind Your neighbor's oats: you stay here in the shade And rest yourself while I go find the cards. We'll have a little game of seven-up And let the boy keep count."—"We'll have the game, Assuredly," said Isaac; "and I think That I will have a draught of cider, also."— They marched away together towards the house And left me to my childish ruminations Upon the ways of men. I followed them Down cellar with my fancy, and then left them For a fairer vision of all things at once That was anon to be destroyed again