"Though mountains rise, or rocks intrude,
This nectar smooths the roughest road,
And cheers the heart, and warms the blood
Through all its tides.
"Then drink you this, and more," (he said,
And held the pitcher to his head)
"This drink of gods, when Ganymede
Hands round the bowl,
"Will nerve the arm, and bid you go
Where prowls the vagrant Eskimau,[A]
Where torpid winter tops with snow
The darkened pole,—"
[A] The savage inhabitants of Labrador, or New-Britain.—Freneau's note.
"Enough, enough!"—(the sergeant said)
"Now, suttler, he must go to bed—
See! topsy-turvy goes his head;
I hear him snort."
"Since I know where to get my pay
(The suttler answered rather gay)
No matter what I said or say—
I've sold my quart."
MILITARY RECRUITING
To a Recruit Fond of Segar Smoking