196 EPIGRAMS. 



But all their toil and diligence were vain, 

 Till Raleigh, noble Raleigh ! crossed the main, 

 And brought to Britain's shores the wish'd-for prize, 

 The sovereign balm of life within it lies. 



Dum Spiro Fumigo. 



To rich men a pastime, to poor men a treat, 

 To all a true tonic most bracing and sweet, 

 To talent a pleasure, to genius a joy, 

 To workmen a comfort, to none an alloy, 

 The tyrant it softens ; it soothes him if mad, 

 The king who may rule if he smokes not, is sad. 



Kit. 



Sacred substance ! sweet, serene ; 

 Soothing sorrow's saddest scene : 

 Scent-suffusing, silv'ry smoke, 

 Softly smoothing suffering's stroke ; 

 Solacing so silently 

 Still so swift, so sure, so sly : 

 Smoke sublimated soars supreme, 

 Sweetest soul- sustaining stream ! 



Similia Similibus. 



Why should men reek, like chimneys, with foul smoke, 

 Their neighbors and themselves to nearly choke? 

 Avoid it, ye John Bulls, and eke ye Paddies ! 

 Avoid it, sons of Cambria, and Scottish laddies ! 

 Let reason convince you that it very sad is, 



And far too bad is, 



And enough to make one mad is 



To be smoked like a red herring or rank Finedon haddies. 



J. 8. 



No punishment save hanging's too severe 

 For those who'd rob the poor man of his beer; 

 But for the wretch who'd take away his pipe, 

 I think he's fully execution ripe ! 



Pipe Clay. 



Weeds are but cares ! Well, what of that ! 



There's one weed bears a goodly crop ; 



And this exception, then, 'tis flat, 



Doth give that rule a firmer prop. 



Tobacco brings the genial mood, 



Warm heart, shrewd thought, and while we reap 



From this poor weed such harvest good, 



We'll hold more boasted harvests cheap. 



Fcstus. 



