thy warfare cease:
Smoke the calumet of peace.
Chinaman! shun opium-grief:
Use the pure Tobacco leaf.
Frenchmen! no more foes provoke:
Follow arts of peace--and smoke!
German victors! crowned with laurel,
Smoke, content; and seek no quarrel.
Americans no one needs bid
To blow a cloud, or take a quid.
Though rows shake Dame Europa's school,
Johnny Bull smokes, calm and cool.
Toffy, it will ease thy brain, man!
Smoke and snuff, and smoke again, man!
Paddy, light of heart and gay,
Smoke thy dhudeen: short black clay.
Sawney, on thy Hielen' hill,
Tak' thy sneishin'; tak' thy gill!
Tourist, thou hast journey'd far;
Rest, and light a mild cigar.
Sailor, from the stormy seas,
Take a quid, and take thine ease.
"Soldier tired," put off thy shako;
Prepare to fire, and burn tobacco.
Workman, prize thine honest labor;
Burn thy weed, and love thy neighbor!
Evil-doers, when ye burn
The weed; think how soon 'twill be your turn.
Artist, let thy "coloring" be
Of a pipe; thy "drawing," free!
Miser, moderate thy greed!
Mend thy life, and take a weed.
Lawyer, loose thy bitter gripe!
Burn thy writ--to light a pipe.
Statesman, harassed night and day,
Blow a cloud; puff care away!
Hardy tiller of the soil!
Light a pipe; 'twill lighten toil.
Usurer, we surely know
Thou wilt have thy _quid pro quo_.
Merchant, smoke thy pipe; hang care!
Draughts are always honored there.
Gentle friend, whom troubles fret!
Smoke a soothing cigarette.
Preacher! take a pinch with me:
Snuff is dust, and so are we.
Hence with moralizings musty!
I say life is "not so dusty."
Smoke in gladness; smoke in trouble;
Soothe the last, the former double!
Teach the Fiji Indians, then,
To chew their quids, instead of men.
Pain from heart and brain to wipe,
Pass the weed, and fill your pipe!
Prince and peasant, lord and lackey,
All in some form take their 'Baccy.
[Illustration: Lord and lackey.]
The evil effects occasioned by man's indulging too frequently in
tobacco have been the subject of many a fierce debate between the
friends and foes of the "great plant." Many, however, are not aware of
the fatality attending its use by the brute creation. A modern English
poet on hearing of
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