or of real Turkish
tobacco, which passes amorously through the voluptuous tip
of amber, blends magnificently with the austere aroma of the
coffee, and the inebriated palate is agitated between a
caress and a rebuke."

From a Southern paper we extract these whimsical lines.
"On the Great
Fall in the Price of Tobacco in 1801," by Hugh Montgomery,
Lynchburgh, Va.,

"Lately a planter chanced to pop
His head into a barber's shop--
Begged to be shaved; it soon was done,
When Strap (inclined oft-times to fun,)
Doubling the price he'd asked before,
Instead of two pence made it four.
The planter said, 'You sure must grant,
Your charge is most exhorbitant.'
'Not so,' quoth Strap, 'I'm right and you are wrong,
For since tobacco fell, your face is twice as long.'"

Another quaint whim in the form of an advertisement for a lost
meerschaum is from an Australian paper:

"To Honest men and others,--Driving from Hale Town to
Bridgetown, on Sunday, last, the advertiser lost a cigar
holder with the face of a pretty girl on it. The intrinsic
value of the missing article is small, but as the owner has
been for the last few months converting the young lady from
a blonde into a brunette, he would be glad to get it back
again. If it was picked up by a gentleman, on reading this
notice, he will, of course, send it to the address below. If
it was picked up by a poor man, who could get a few
shillings by selling it, on his bringing it to the address
below, he shall be paid the full amount of its intrinsic
value. If it was picked up by a thief, let him deliver it,
and he shall be paid a like amount, and thus for once can do
an honest action, without being a penny the worse for it."

A humorous writer thus discourses on man, who he denominates as
"common clays":
"Yet we are all common clays! There are long clays and
short clays, coarse clays and refined clays, and the latter
are pretty scarce, that's a fact. To follow out the simile,
life is the tobacco with which we are loaded, and when the
vital spark is applied we live; when that tobacco is
exhausted we die, the essence of our life ascending from the
lukewarm clay when the last f