54 POETRY OF SMOKE. 



The ashes that are left behind 

 May serve to put thee still in mind, 

 That unto dust return thou must. 

 Thus thinke, then drinke tobacco. 



GEORGE WITHER, i6x 



A MAIDEN'S WISH. 



THE following is derived from a New 

 York paper : "A thoughtful girl says 

 that when she dies she desires to have 

 tobacco planted over her grave, that the 

 weed nourished by her dust may be 

 chewed by her bereaved lovers." Stein- 

 metz has suggested the lines given below 

 as a suitable epitaph for this tobacco- 

 loving maiden : 



" Let no cold marble o'er my body rise, 

 But only earth above and sunny skies. 

 Thus would I lowly lie in peaceful rest, 

 Nursing the Herb Divine, from out my breast. 

 Green let it grow above this clay of mine, 

 Deriving strength from strength that I resign. 

 So in the days to come, when I'm beyond 

 This fickle life, will come my lovers fond, 

 And, gazing on the plant, their grief restrain 

 In whispering, ' Lo ! dear Anna blooms againl* * 



