" A custom loathsome to tbe eye, hateful to the nose, harmful to 

 the brain, dangerous to the lungs, and in the black stinking fume 

 thereof nearest resembling the horrible Stygian smoake of the pit 

 that is bottomlesse." — The Most High and Mightie PKI^•CE James, 

 BY THE Grace of God Kikg of Great Britain. Anno Domini, 1616. 



'Thy quiet spirit lulls the lab'ring brain, 



Lures back to thought the flights of vacant mirth, 

 Consoles the Mourner, soothes the couch of Pain, 



And breathes Contentment roinid the humble hearth ; 

 While savage Warriors, softcn'd by thy breath. 

 Unbind the Captive hate had doom'd to death." 



The Rev. Walter Cotton. 



" Bread or Tobacco may be neglected, but reason at first recommends 

 their trial, and custom makes them pleasant."— Locke. 



LONIK>X: TKINTED BY V<'. CLO-R-ES AND SONS, STAMFORD STREET, 

 AND charing cross. 



