32 THE PHILOSOPHY OF SMOKING. 



Come in the snuff-box, come in cigar, 

 In Strasburgh and Kings', come from afar, 

 Still thou art welcome, the purest, the best, 

 Joy of earth's millions, forever caresst ! 



HENRY JAMES MELLEN. 



THE HAPPY SMOKER. 



WHEN I am " broke," I take a smoke- 

 Comfort is my aim 



Likewise when "flush" or maybe "lush," 

 I gently nurse the flame. 



The wreaths of smoke that round me roll, 



Prom " Garcia " or from carven bowl, 

 Drive care away 

 And make the day 



If dark, all bright ; if bright, then more 



Of joy is added to my store. 



And so I puff, morn, noon, and night, 



The gods be thanked for this sweet " light. * 

 E. BONFILS. 



SAM SLICK ON THE VIRTUES 

 OF A PIPE. 



"THE fact is, squire, the moment a 

 man takes to a pipe, he becomes a phi- 



