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EPIGRAMS. 
But all their toil and diligence were vain, 
*Till Raleigh, noble Raleigh! crossed the main, 
And brought to Britain’s shores the wish’d-for prize, 
The sovereign balm of life—within it lies. 
Dum Spiro Fumigo. 
# To rich men a pastime, to poor men a. treat, 
. Toall a true tonic most bracing and sweet, 
To talent a pleasure, to genius a joy, 
To workmen a comfort, to none an alloy, 
The tyrant it softens; it soothes him if mad, 
The king who may rule if he smokes not, is sad. 
Kit. 
Sacred substance! sweet, serene; 
Soothing sorrow’s saddest scene : 
Scent-suffusing, silv’ry smoke, 
Softly smoothing suffering’s stroke ;— 
Solacing so silently— 
Still so swift, so sure, so sly: 
Smoke sublimated soars supreme, 
Sweetest soul-sustaining stream! 
Similia Similibus. 
Why should men reek, like chimneys, with foul smoke, 
Their neighbors and themselves to nearly choke? 
Avoid it, ye John Bulls, and eke ye Paddies! 
Avoid it, sons of Cambria, and Scottish laddies ! 
Let reason convince you that it very sad is, 
And far too bad is, 
And enough to make one mad is 
To be smoked like a red herring or rank Finedon haddies. 
J. Ss 
No punishment save hanging’s too severe 
For those who’d rob the poor man of his beers 
But for the wretch who’d take away his pipe, 
I think he’s fully execution ripe! 
Pipe Clay. 
Weeds are but cares! Well, what of that! 
There’s one weed bears a goodly crop; 
And this exception, then, ’tis flat, 
Doth give that rule a firmer prop. 
Tobacco brings the genial mood, 
Warm heart, shrewd thought, and while we reap 
From this poor weed such harvest good, 
We'll hold more boasted harvests cheap. 
Festus. 
