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Scrymgeour
Scrymgeour was an artist and a man of means, so proud of hi...

The First Pipes Of Tobacco Smoked In England
Before the wine of sunny Rhine, or even Madam Clicquot's,...

Matrimony And Smoking Compared
The circumstances in which I gave up smoking were these: ...

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

The Perils Of Not Smoking
When the Arcadians heard that I had signed an agreement ...

Tobacconists' Signs
I would enjoin every shop to make use of a sign which ...

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

Abuse And Praise Of Tobacco
This is my friend Abel, an honest fellow; He lets me...

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stimulus. Alcohol, ever true to its companion, steps in and su...

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

Pettigrew's Dream
My dream (said Pettigrew) contrasts sadly with those of my ...

The Ghost Of Christmas Eve
A few years ago, as some may remember, a startling ghost...

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

Later Victorian Days
When life was all a summer day, And I was under tw...

Marriot
I have hinted that Marriot was our sentimental member. H...

Early Victorian Days
Scent to match thy rich perfume Chemic art did ne'er...

Smoking In The Twentieth Century
Sweet when the morn is grey; Sweet, when they've cle...

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

Primus To His Uncle
Though we all pretended to be glad when Primus went, we ...

Gilray's Dream
Conceive me (said Gilray, with glowing face) invited to wri...



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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