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elegant church, in the grand cathedral, she is alike 

 greeted with that insufferable tobacco-atmosphere. 

 Sickened thus for a whole evening in some secular 

 or sacred assembly, she is glad at last to hasten 

 out as fast as the odor-pervaded crowd will allow. 

 But even on the street it confronts her, it sur- 

 rounds her, it pursues her. 



One may well be alarmed, not merely at our 

 social and aesthetic prospects, but for our religion, 

 nay, for our very civilization. 



Think, dear friends, what we have come to ! 



Tobacco-Christians at a prayer-meeting talking 

 about self-sacrifice and entire consecration ! 



Ministers of the pure Gospel spitting tobacco- 

 juice under the pulpit, and then dispensing the 

 Word of Life ! 



Delicate, refined, yea, Christian physicians, 

 skilful, genial, tender-hearted, yet persistent 

 transgressors against common courtesy, — know- 

 ing that to sensitive patients this tobacco-odor is 

 highly offensive, yet clinging to their idol ! 



One may talk about his choice, delicately- 

 perfumed cigars, but to many the smoke, how- 

 ever disguised, is poison. Besides, staleness 

 inevitably follows hard after freshness, and stale 

 tobacco — what words can describe it? 



Oh, if gentlemen, whether saints or sinners, — 

 if gentlemen only knew, would they not forbear, 

 though it should be cutting off the right hand, or 

 plucking out the right eye? 



