280 SNUFF AND SNUFF-BOXES. 



No more let arts and science bear the bell ; 

 Go, Cleanliness, I chant thy fun'ral knell. 

 Come, Caledonian custom, list my call : 

 Hither French fashions, beastliness, and all. 

 Come, kindly goddess of the Indian shore ! 

 Bring here your snuff, and grime our noses o'er. 



Snuff's my delight ! let other youths declare 

 Their minds to Celia or to Chloe fair ; 

 Let them in sportive glee lead down the dance, 

 And shyly steal the love -inspiring glance ; 

 Beauty and all its charms are foolish stuff, 

 If you compare it to a pinch of snuff. 



Science avaunt ! what are thy pow'rs to me, 

 Whose whole delight is Scotch and black rappee ? 

 Newton and Euclid now no more can please, 

 All knowledge shall be center' d in a sneeze : 

 Vain are the problems you may wish to draw, 

 None, none can please the sense like macabau. 



No more let music pour its soothing strain, 

 Or teach in echoes mountains to complain ; 

 Enrapt the soul with soft melodious thrill, 

 And make the senses act against the will ; 

 Say, can it equal with its pow'r divine, 

 The pleasing sound of ' ' Take a pinch of mine ! " 



No more let poets in their am'rous lays 

 The sweets of flowrets or of west wind praise, 

 Or citron groves that Egypt's coast adorn, 

 Or praise the rising blushes of the morn ; 

 For ev'ry day's experience only shows 

 That Strasburg is more grateful to the nose. 



Hither ye Graces ! listen to my call, 

 (Fish-wives from Billingsgate and Leadenhall,) 

 Here quickly haste, and all your boxes bring, 

 And let me dip my greedy fingers in. 

 This a treat is, this is my nose's heaven ; 

 This far exceeds old Hardham's 37. 



The snuff mentioned in the last line of these rhymes, 

 took its name from the maker, who was a tobacconist 

 residing at No. 37, Fleet Street, he was also connected 

 with the theatres, acting as under treasurer to Garrick. 

 The late Mr. Minton of Oxford Street, was also an 



