Smoke not, smoke not your weeds nor pipes of clay! Cigars that are made from leaves of cauliflowers;―― Things that are doomed no duty e’er to pay;―― Grown, made, and smokèd in a few short hours. Smoke not, smoke not. Smoke not, smoke not! the weed you smoke may change The healthfulness of your stomachic tone; Things to the eye grow queer and passing strange; All thought seems undefined――save one, to be alone. Smoke not, smoke not. Smoke not! the tradesman whose weed you smoke may die! May perish from the cabbage-bearing earth;―― The sordid _dun_ into your chamber hie―― Sent by the trustees in their tinless dearth. Smoke not, smoke not. Smoke not, smoke not! O, warning vainly said! Cane and cap-paper since we first did try, Smoke flings a halo round the smoker’s head; And all in vain do anxious mothers cry, Smoke not, smoke not! From _Hints to Freshmen in the University of Oxford_, published by J. Vincent, Oxford, and attributed to the Rev. Canon Hole. ――――:o:―――― THE PIPES OF ENGLAND. The stately pipes of England, How beautiful they be, With amber tips and meerschaum bowls―― Such pipes are not for me! With scented Latakie they burn, And golden crowns they wear; And the smoke steals from the scented urn―― Like summer’s perfumed air. The merry pipes of England, Amid the joke and jest, With gladsome glasses of hot grog, Are found then at their best, The smoker’s eye is seen to wink, As many a tale is told; Or lips ope cheerfully to drink The glorious ale of old. The cottage pipes of England―― By thousands made of clay―― All snowy in their wooden box, How beautiful are they! From ruddy lips they outward poke, As white as wool or lard; And the lowly do a cheerful smoke, When the times are not too hard. The free, fair pipes of England Live long in hall and hut; And sweet for ever be their lips, And scented be their bowls; And may no humbug e’er eclipse The solace of our souls. From _Cope’s Tobacco Plant_. April 1873. ――――:o:―――― THE GENIUS OF SMOKING. [_We have been favored with the following defence of smoking, by an intimate literary friend of Lord Byron, who assures us it is selected from several unpublished juvenile trifles written at various times in his album by the noble bard._]