“PUFFS FROM A PIPE.” 183 
Why labor to re-word the hackneyed moral; 
Qe ddAAwvyeveg, as Homer sings? 
For this: Some links we forge are never broken: 
Some feelings claim exemption from decay; 
And Love, of which this pipe was but the token, 
Shall last, though pipes and smokers pass away.” 
The verse that has been written in praise as well as dis- 
praise of the “ Indian Novelty” would of itself fill a volume 
of no “mean pretentions.” The following clever lines from 
The Tobacco Plant entitled “Puffs from a Pipe,” convey 
much advice to all smokers of tobacco. 
Sage old friend! with judgment ripe; 
Come and join me in a pipe. 
Brother student! ‘brother joker, 
Thee I greet, O! brother smoker. 
Smoke, O! men of every station, 
Every climate, every nation. 
East and West, and South and North, 
Recognize Tobacco’s worth. 
Red man! let thy warfare cease: 
Smoke the calumet of peace. 
Chinaman! shun opium-grief: 
Use the pure Tobacco leaf. 
Frenchmen! no more foes provoke: 
Follow arts of peace—and smoke! 
German victors! crowned with laurel, 
Smoke, content; and seek no quarrel. 
Americans no one needs bid 
To blow a cloud, or take a quid. 
Though rows shake Dame Europa’s sehool, 
Johnny Bull smokes, calm and cool. 
Toffy, it will ease thy brain, man! 
Smoke and snuff, and smoke again, man! 
