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contains the greatest, Turkish the least, per-centage of nico- 
tine. Havana, two and one-half per cent. 
“But an unique old woman of Jehu’s acquaintance goes 
further still; boldly asserting that ‘smoking is well for mak- 
ing good soldiers, well for making good sailors, well for 
making sometimes good lawyers; not so well for making 
good Christians.” Oh! ashes of Hawkins and Raleigh, shud- 
der for the results of ‘baccy on degraded human nature.’ 
There must be a rarity of good Christians, then amongst the 
parsons; they are all fond of it. Dean Aldrich was, per- 
haps, the greatest smoker of his day. His excessive attach- 
ment to this habit was the cause of many wagers. Here’s 
one :—At breakfast, one morning, at the ‘ Varsity, an under- 
graduate laid his companion long odds that the Dean was 
smoking at that instant. Away they hastened ; and, being 
admitted to the Dean’s study, stated the occasion of their 
visit. The Dean replied,in perfect good humor, to the layer 
of the bet, ‘You see, sir, you have lost your wager; for I 
am not smoking, but filling my pipe.’ But—my cigar has 
reached its last dying speech, and there is but a drop left in 
the beaker. 
‘Tl not leave thee, thou lone drop ! 
*Twould be mighty unkimd, 
Since the rest I have swallow’d, 
To leave thee behind.’ 
“Final exhortation. Choose the small, sound, tolerably 
firm, and elastic cigar: the dwarf contains stuff within which 
the giant hath not. Don’t flatter yourself youre smoking 
cabbage, if not tobacco—its any odds on rhubarb! 
‘For me there’s nothing new or rare, 
Till wine deceives my brain; 
And that, I think, ’s a reason fair 
To fill my pipe again.’ ” 
Charles Lamb, “the gentle Elia” was during a portion of 
his lifetime. a famous smoker. In a letter to Hazlitt he 
writes, ““I am so smoky with last night’s ten pipes, that I 
must leave off.” It is said that he smoked only the coarsest 
and strongest he could procure. Dr. Parr inquired of him 
how he acquired his “prodigious smoking powers.” “I 
toiled after it, sir,” was the reply, “as some men toil after 
virtue!” Lamb was constant in his use of tobacco, and 
among all the great luminaries of English literature we know 
of none more addicted to the use of the pipe. Lamb might 
often be seen in his chambers in Mitre Court Building, puff- 
ing the coarsest weed from a long clay pipe, in company with 
