304 THE COMPLETE ANGLER, PART IX. 



with my designs, as to take a troublesome journey into 

 an ill country, only to satisfy me; how long may I hope 

 to enjoy you ? 



Viat. Why truly, Sir, as long as I conveniently 

 can : and longer, I think, you would not have me. 



Pise. Not to your inconvenience by any means, 

 Sir: but I see you are weary; and therefore I will 



and her successor's time, esteemed the greatest of all foppery, Ben Jon- 

 eon, who mortally hated it, has numberless sarcasms against smoking and 

 smokers; all which are nothing, compared to those contained in that work 

 of our king James the first, A Counter-blast to tobaico. Nor was the ordinary 

 conversation of this monarch less fraught with reasons and invectives 

 agamst the use of that weed, as will appear from the following saying 

 of his, extracted from A collection of WITTY APOPHTHEGMS, delivered by 

 b'tm and others , at several times, and on sundry occasions, published in 12mo* 

 1671. 



" That tobacco was the lively image and pattern of hell ; for that it had, by 

 " allusion, in it all the parts and vices of the world whereby hell may be 

 " gained ; to wit : First, It ivas a smoke : so are the vanities of this world. 

 c Secondly, Itdelighteth them -who take it : so do the pleasures of the world 

 ' delight the men of the world. Thirdly, It maktth men drunken And light in 

 the head; so do the vanities of the world, men are drunken therewith. 

 " Fourthly, He that taketh tobacto saith be cannot leave it, it doth beivittb 

 . * him : even so the pleasures of the world make men loath to leave them, 

 { they are for the most part so inchanted with them. And further, besides 

 " all this, It is like hell in the very substanie of it, for it is a stinking loathsome 

 ' thing ; and so is hell. And further, his majesty professed that, were he to 

 " invite the devil to dinner, he should have three dishes; 1. A fig ; 2. A felt 

 of ling and mustard \ and 3. A pipe of tobacco for digesture." 



In a Poem printed anno 1619, written by Samuel Rowley, I meet with 

 the following humorous lines, uttered by two good fellows, lovers of drink- 

 ing and tobacco ; and, since that time, printed on a London tobacconist'! 

 paper. 



I am as dry as ever was March dust ; 

 I have one groat and, I will spend it just. 

 O honest fellow ! if that thou say'st so, 

 Lo ! here's my groat, and my tobacco too. 



I conclude this note on smoking, which, by this time, may have made 

 the reader laugh, with the mention of a fact that may go near to make 

 him weep, which the people of Herefordshire have by tradition. In 

 that county, to signify the last or concluding pipe that any one means to 

 moke at a sitting, they use the term a Kemble Fife; alluding to a man 

 of the name of Kemble, who, in the cruel persecution under that mer- 

 ciless bigot queen Mary, being condemned for heresy, in his walk of 

 some miles from the prison to the stake, amidst a croud of weeping friends, 

 with the tranquillity and fortitude of a primitive martyr, smoktdafife of 

 tobatto. ! 



