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Smoking Under King William Iii And Queen Anne
Hail! social pipe--thou foe of care, Companion of my...

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

My Brother Henry
Strictly speaking I never had a brother Henry, and yet I...

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...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Last Pipe
The night of my last smoke drew near without any demonst...

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

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

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

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...

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



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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