TOBACCO LEAVES 



Yet still sweet peace doth linger with 

 my soul! 



EDWIN CARLILE LITSEY, 

 in Gentleman's Magazine. 



MY AFTEE - DINNEE CLOUD 



SOME sombre evening, when I sit 



And feel in solitude at home, 

 Perchance an ultra bilious fit 



Paints all the world an orange chrome. 

 When Fear and Care and grim Despair 



Flock round me in a ghostly crowd, 

 One charm dispels them all in air 



I blow my after-dinner cloud. 



'Tis melancholy to devour 



The gentle chop in loneliness. 



I look on six my prandial hour - 

 With dread not easy to express. 

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