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My First Cigar
It was not in my chambers, but three hundred miles furth...

Signs Of Revival
Some sigh for this and that My wishes don't go far; ...

Vanity All Is Vanity
...

My Smoking-table
Had it not been for a bootblack at Charing Cross I shoul...

The Murder In The Inn
Sometimes I think it is all a dream, and that I did not rea...

Smoking Unfashionable: Later Georgian Days
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, I can't understand ...

When My Wife Is Asleep And All The House Is Still
Perhaps the heading of this paper will deceive some read...

Smoking In The Restoration Period
The Indian weed withered quite Green at noon, cut do...

English-grown Tobacco
Pettigrew asked me to come to his house one evening and tes...

Preface
This is the first attempt to write the history of smoking i...

Smoking Unfashionable: Early Georgian Days
Lord Fopling smokes not--for his teeth afraid; Sir T...

The Grandest Scene In History
Though Scrymgeour only painted in watercolors, I think--...

Gilray's Flower-pot
I charge Gilray's unreasonableness to his ignoble passion f...

Arcadians At Bay
I have said that Jimmy spent much of his time in contributi...

Smoking By Women
Ladies, when pipes are brought, affect to swoon; The...

My Pipes
In a select company of scoffers my brier was known as the M...

Jimmy's Dream
I see before me (said Jimmy, savagely) a court, where I, Ja...

A Face That Haunted Marriot
This is not a love affair, Marriot shouted, apologetically....

Tobacco Triumphant: Smoking Fashionable And Universal
Tobacco engages Both sexes, all ages, The poo...

The Arcadia Mixture
Darkness comes, and with it the porter to light our stai...



Man Know Thy-self








Know this and be assured quite well,
All evil comes when man hath fell.
Fell from purity, in grief,
To eat the vile tobacco leaf.
Know this my friend, a poisoned brain,
Can not a poisoned thought refrain.
A heart that beats with poisoned pulse;
Will any moral mind convulse.
Alcohol and Tobacco food,
To feed the mind with, is not good.
It causes one when e're he speaks,
To imitate the weeds and snakes.
And thus his poison he'll impart
From mind to mind from heart to heart.
When your mind is clean and pure,
More hardships you can then endure;
Then see the manly moral tone
Of an intellect full grown.

J. J. Cranmer.






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