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she exclaimed, 'henceforward I shall rejoice in the path 

 that leads to the Tabernacle through the valley of 

 Baca ! ' 



* I love thee ! ' exclaimed Captain Marryat, in the 

 impassioned strain of a Troubadour for the lady of his 

 heart, ' I love thee ! whether thou appearest in the form of 

 a cigar, or diest away in sweet perfumes enshrined in a 

 meerschaum bowh I love thee with more than a woman's 

 love ; thou art a companion to me in solitude ; I can talk 

 and reason with thee, avoiding loud, obstreperous argument. 

 Thou art a friend to me when in trouble, for thou advisest 

 in silence, and consolest with thy calm influence over 

 the perturbed spirit. I know not how thy power has been 

 bestowed upon thee ; yet, if to harmonize the feelings, to 

 allow the thoughts to spring without control, rising, like the 

 white vapour from the cottage hearth on a morning that is 

 sunny and serene ; if to impart that sober sadness over the 

 spirit which inclines us to forgive our enemies ; that calm 

 philosophy which reconciles us to the ingratitude and 

 knavery of the world ; that heavenly contemplation 

 whispering to us, as we look around, that all is good — if 

 these be merits, they are thine, most potent weed.' 



' A truce to superfine sentiment. Tobacco is all very 

 well as a check to over- vehemence in men, just as a snafide- 

 bit is to a rampant horse ; applied to the wrong person, it 

 will turn a sluggard into a seventh sleeper. But it has a 

 higher significance, such as you in your speculative 

 dreaming may never have thought of. Herr Carlyle, the 

 friend of the Fatherland, has told you his story of the use 

 and abuse of tobacco in Germany, now I will tell you mine, 

 just as the incident occurred in the old Bund of the times 

 that are past. 



' I went to see Rechberg, who was at work and smoking 



