192 HOLLAND AND FRENCH. 
The darkest day in drear December’s— 
That's lighted by their glowing embers. 
The Hon. “Sunset” Cox in his lecture on American 
Humor alluded to the national characteristics of the French, 
Spanish, German, and other nationalities, says :— 
“The highest enjoyment of a Frenchman is to hear the 
last cantatrice, the Spaniard enjoys the most skillful thrust of 
the matador in the bull arena, the Neapolitan the taste of the 
maccaroni, the German his beer and metaphysics, the darkey 
his banjo, and the American— 
» To the American there’s nothing so sweet 
As to sit in his chair and tilt up his feet, 
Enjoy the Cuba, whose flavor just suits, 
And gaze at the world through the toes of his boots.’” 
This would seem to be a feature of the Dutch according to 
a late traveler, who says :— 
“T like Holland—it is the antidote of France. No one is 
ever in a hurry here. Life moves on in a slow, majestic 
stream, a little muddy and stagnant, perhaps, like one of their 
own canals ; but you see no waves, no breakers ; not an eddy, 
nor even 2 froth bubble, breaks the surface. Even a Dutch 
child, as he steals along to school, smoking his short pipe, has 
a mock air of thought about him.” 
The following epigrams for tobacco jars from “The 
Tobacco Plant” evince much “ taste, wit, and ingenuity.” 
Fill the bowl, you jolly soul, 
And burn all sorrow to a coal. 
Henry Clay. 
That man is frugal and content indeed, 
Who finds food, solace, pleasure in a weed. 
The ‘* Weed. 
Behold! this vessel hath a moral got, 
Tobacco-smokers all must go to pot. 
Epigrammatic. 
A weed you call me, but you'll own 
No rose was e’er more fully blown. 
Sic Itur ad Nostra. 
Great Jove, Pandora’s box with jars did fill 
This Jar alone has power those jars to still. 
In Nubilus. 
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