TOBACCO LEAVES 



I love to go thro' the frost and snow, 

 When the air is crisp and clear, 



To the Serpentine, with a flask of wine, 

 To skate with my Katie dear ; 



But tho' dear to me these pleasures are, 



The dearest still is the mild cigar ! 



J. REGINALD OWEN. 

 "PER BACCO!" 



A DUTCHMAN, sitting by the Zuyder Zee, 

 Of man's creation solved the mystery, 

 As, drinking deep and thinking ponder- 

 ously, 



He smoked Tobacco. 



Said he, " Man's first in order of creation, 

 Happy, till woman comes to cause vexa- 

 tion; 



Then Jove is sorry, and for consolation, 

 Gives him Tobacco. 



