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I am afraid I am becoming tedious therefore let me conclude 
this rambling sketch with an appeal to the inhabitants of Trini¬ 
dad and other Islands to bestir themselves. Let the people brace 
themselves together. By precept and example let them show 
that the blessings of comfort, independence and security are to 
be achieved by themselves. Those blessings are the sure reward 
of industry and enterprize. Thousands are said to be starving- 
in tdie West Indies, and if they are, mayhap it is from the lack 
ol these two qualities. If leaders will arise these thousands will 
follow them, and any man who will play the role of Judas Mac- 
cabeeus with reference to “Minor Industries” should remember 
that his recompense is sure, 
“ For he is the bravest, happiest, best 
- Who from the task within his span 
learns for himself his evening rest 
And an increase of good for Man” 
Tobacco, sublime tobacco, you have been my theme. Critics 
will doubtless handle this theme roughly, and possibly will say 
that my time might have been more advantageously employed. 
Probably it might have been. I shall nevertheless be quite 
satisfied if my remarks “end in smoke” for then I shall feel sure 
that there will be left to the smoker and future cultivators not 
only a residuum of ash, but of solid profit. 
To all critics and hypercritics I throw down the gauntlet. 
They may take it up or leave it, whilst I, with Byron, shall sing 
of Tobacco— 
“ Divine in Hookas, glorious in a pipe 
When tipped -with amber, mellow rich and ripe 
Like other charmers wooing the caress 
More dazzlingly when daring in full dress 
Yet thy true lovers more admire by far 
Thy naked beauties—Give me a Cigar! 
