TOBACCO GLORIFIED. H5 



But all the Pontiff's rant 

 And Royal Jamie's cant 

 Ne'er made its use decrease. 



" Teetotallers may stamp 

 And roar at pipes and beer ; 

 But place them in a swamp, 

 Whea nights are dark and damp 

 Their tune would change, I fear. 



" No advocate am I 

 Of excess in one or t'other, 

 And ne'er essayed to try 

 In wine to drown a sigh, 

 Or a single care to smother. 



" Yet, in moderation pure, 

 A glass is well enough ; 

 But, a troubled heart to cure, 

 Kind feelings to insure, 

 Give me a cheerful puff. 



" How oft a learn'd divine 

 His sermons will prepare, 

 Not by imbibing wine, 

 But, 'neath th' influence fine 

 Of a pipe of " baccy " rare ! 



" How many a pleasing scene, 

 How many a happy joke, 

 How many a satire keen, 

 Or problem sharp, has been 

 Evolved or born of smoke ! 



' How oft, amidst the jar 

 Of storms on ruin bent, 

 On ship-board, near or far, 

 To the drenched and shiv'ring tajr 

 Tobacco's solace lent ! 



" Oh ! tell me not 'tis bad, 

 Or that it shortens life. 

 Its charms can soothe the sad, 

 And make the wretched glad, 

 In trouble and in strife. 



41 'Tis used in every clime, 

 By all men, high and low ; 

 It is praised in prose and rhyme, 

 So let the kind herb grow ! 



