--"now, 'tis by every sort And sex adored, from Billingsgate to court. But ask a dame 'how oysters sell?' if nice, She begs a pinch before she sets a price. Go thence to 'Change, inquire the price of Stocks; Before they ope their lips they open first the box. Next pay a visit to the Temple, where The lawyers live, who gold to Heaven prefer; You'll find them stupify'd to that degree, They'll take a pinch before they'll take their fee. Then make a step and view the splendid court, Where all the gay, the great, the good resort; E'en they, whose pregnant skulls, though large and thick, Can scarce secure their native sense and wit, Are feeding of their hungry souls with pure Ambrosial snuff. * * * * But to conclude: the gaudy court resign, T' observe, for once, a place much more divine, When the same folly's acted by the good, And is the sole devotion of the lewd; The church, more sacred once, is what we mean, Where now they flock to see and to be seen; The box is used, the book laid by, as dead, With snuff, not Scripture, there the soul is fed; For where to heaven the hands by one of those, Are lifted, twenty have them at the nose; And while some pray, to be from sudden death Deliver'd, others snuff to stop their breath." Paolo Mantegazza, one of the most brilliant and witty of Italian writers on tobacco, says of its use and "some of the delights that may be imagined through the sense of smell:"-- "Human civilization has not yet learned to found on the sense of smell aught but the moderate enjoyment derived from snuffing, which, confined within the narrow circle of a few sensations, renders us incapable of entering into the most delicate pleasures of that sense.