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Primus
Primus is my brother's eldest son, and he once spent his Ea...

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

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

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

Not The Arcadia
Those who do not know the Arcadia may have a mixture tha...

Jimmy
With the exception of myself, Jimmy Moggridge was no doubt ...

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

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

House-boat Arcadia
Scrymgeour had a house-boat called, of course, the _Arcadia...

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

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

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

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

The Arcadia Mixture Again
One day, some weeks after we left Scrymgeour's house-boa...

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

My Tobacco-pouch
I once knew a lady who said of her husband that he looke...

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

How Heroes Smoke
On a tiger-skin from the ice-clad regions of the sunless no...

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

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



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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