(The Doctor’s quite beside the mark.) And when a boy likes smoke, he’s sure to try and find Some other smoky fellows suited to his mind, And very soon his native goodness they’ll destroy, And he will soon become a bacca-nalian boy. Third. If my pup has been and gone and done what is not right, ’Tis pitiful to see him slinking home at night; His ears are back, his tail is down, his eyes Have lost their merriment, and don’t look wise, And while he suffers justly his disgrace, He throws a gloom and coldness through the place. So with a boy who smokes, or acts in any sort His better sense and conscience seek to thwart, He soon grows sly and underhanded in his ways, He spoils his future in his early days; He apes the man, and when he comes to man’s estate, The love of boyish recollections turns to hate. If any one, I care not who he is, is careless as a lad, Dishonourable, sly, or mean, he’s sure to “turn out bad.” And he who does a foolish thing, like smoking, let me say, At once should give it up—it’ll give it him some day. So, gentlemen, I beg you take this smoking citadel by storm, And vote for anti-bacca in your measures of Reform. Mr. A. MORTRAM. I think the honourable gentleman who just now spoke In such a piping tone of boys not consuming their own smoke Should bear in mind in what direction he would cast his pearls, Our movement takes in boys but not excludes the girls. (_Cheers in the Ladies’ gallery._) And therefore his ideas are narrow, unless he meant to try And show that it was equally injurious for girls to pipe their eye. The subject of my speech is—to be brief— Mr. OSWALD LAYTON—That’s a relief. Mr. ALEC BOYCE—Chair! chair! Mr. ARTHUR MORTRAM.