co's a musician,
And in a pipe delighteth;
It descends in a close
Through the organ of the nose.
With a relish that inviteth.
_Song: Play of Technogamia_. B. HOLIDAY.

Some sigh for this and that;
My wishes don't go far;
The world may wag at will,
So I have my cigar.
_The Cigar_. T. HOOD.

The pipe, with solemn interposing puff,
Makes half a sentence at a time enough;
The dozing sages drop the drowsy strain,
Then pause, and puff--and speak, and pause again.
_Conversation_. W. COWPER.

To him 't was meat and drink and physic,
To see the friendly vapor
Curl round his midnight taper.
And the black fume
Clothe all the room,
In clouds as dark as science metaphysic.
_Points of Misery_. C.M. WESTMACOTT.

Just where the breath of life his nostrils drew,
A charge of snuff the wily virgin threw;
The gnomes direct, to every atom just,
The pungent grains of titillating dust;
Sudden, with starting tears each eye o'erflows,
And the high dome re-echoes to his nose.
_Rape of the Lock, Canto V_. A. POPE.

TO-MORROW.

To-morrow yet would reap to-day,
As we bear blossoms of the dead;
Earn well the thrifty months, nor wed
Raw Haste, half-sister to Delay.
_Love Thou the Land_. A. TENNYSON.

In human hearts what bolder thoughts can rise,
Than man's presumption on to-morrow's dawn!
Where is to-morrow?
_Night Thoughts, Night I_. DR. E. YOUNG.

To-morrow is a satire on to-day,
And shows its weakness.
_The Old Man's Repose_. DR. E. YOUNG.

Nothing that is can pause or stay;
The moon will wax, the moon will wane,
The mist and cloud will turn to rain,
The rain to mist and cloud again,
To-morrow be to-day.
_Keramos_. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

To-morrow is, ah, whose?
_Between Two Worlds_. D.M. MULOCK CRAIK.

TREASON.

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep,
And in his simple show he harbors treason.
The fox barks not, when he would steal the lamb.
_King Henry VI., Pt. II. Act iii. Sc. 1_ SHAKESPEARE.

Treason is not owned when 't is descried;
Successful crimes alone are justified.
_Medals_. J. DRYDEN.

Treason doth never prosper: what's the reason?
For if it prosper, none dare call it treason.
_Epigrams_. SIR J. BARRINGTON.

Hast thou betrayed my credulous innocence
With vizored falsehood and base forgery?
_Comus_. MILTON.

Oh, for a tongue to curse the slave
Whose treason, like a dead