_Scripture Songs_; _a Treatise on Mental Images_; and _Gospel Sonnets_. _Smoking Spiritualized_ is, at the present day, a standard publication with modern ballad-printers, but their copies are exceedingly corrupt. Many versions and paraphrases of the song exist. Several are referred to in _Notes and Queries_, and, amongst them, a broadside of the date of 1670, and another dated 1672 (both printed before Erskine was born), presenting different readings of the First Part, or original poem. In both these the burthen, or refrain, differs from that of our copy by the employment of the expression ‘_drink_ tobacco,’ instead of ‘_smoke_ tobacco.’ The former was the ancient term for drawing in the smoke, swallowing it, and emitting it through the nostrils. A correspondent of _Notes and Queries_ says, that the natives of India to this day use the phrase ‘hooka peue,’ to _drink_ the hooka.] PART I. THIS Indian weed, now withered quite, Though green at noon, cut down at night, Shows thy decay; All flesh is hay: Thus think, and smoke tobacco. The pipe so lily-like and weak, Does thus thy mortal state bespeak; Thou art e’en such,— Gone with a touch: Thus think, and smoke tobacco. And when the smoke ascends on high, Then thou behold’st the vanity Of worldly stuff, Gone with a puff: Thus think, and smoke tobacco. And when the pipe grows foul within, Think on thy soul defiled with sin; For then the fire It does require: Thus think, and smoke tobacco. And seest the ashes cast away, Then to thyself thou mayest say, That to the dust Return thou must. Thus think, and smoke tobacco. PART II. Was this small plant for thee cut down? So was the plant of great renown, Which Mercy sends For nobler ends. Thus think, and smoke tobacco. Doth juice medicinal proceed From such a naughty foreign weed? Then what’s the power Of Jesse’s flower? Thus think, and smoke tobacco. The promise, like the pipe, inlays, And by the mouth of faith conveys, What virtue flows From Sharon’s rose. Thus think, and smoke tobacco. In vain the unlighted pipe you blow, Your pains in outward means are so, Till heavenly fire Your heart inspire. Thus think, and smoke tobacco. The smoke, like burning incense, towers, So should a praying heart of yours, With ardent cries, Surmount the skies. Thus think, and smoke tobacco. THE MASONIC HYMN.