So we all smoke, all have our choice, 

 Yet all, without dissentient voice, 



Thy fame proclaim, 

 And laud thy virtues ev'rywhere, 

 From land to land, from year to year, 



All sing the same. 



The glorious weed from sunny lands, 

 In varied form and beauteous brands, 



To England's shore 

 It wends its way, unconquered still, 

 Bending the strongest, mightiest will, 



And will for evermore. 

 W. H. W., in Cope's " Tobacco Plant." 



NAPOLEON No SMOKER 



THE great Napoleon knew to conquer 



kings, 



But there was one thing that he could 

 not do; 



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