The Seven Sisters of Sleep / Popular History of the Seven Prevailing Narcotics of the World

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Japanese smokers.
POPULAR HISTORY OF THE SEVEN PREVAILING NARCOTICS OF THE WORLD.
BY M. C. COOKE, DIRECTOR OF THE METROPOLITAN SCHOLASTIC MUSEUM.
“‘How many are you, then?’ said I. ‘O Master, we are seven.’” Wordsworth.
“To re-create for man, whate’er Was lost in Paradise.” Southey’s Thalaba.
LONDON: JAMES BLACKWOOD, PATERNOSTER ROW.
to all LOVERS of TOBACCO, in all parts of the world, juvenile and senile, masculine and feminine; and to all ABSTAINERS, voluntary and involuntary —— to all OPIOPHAGI, at home and abroad , whether experiencing the pleasures, or pains of the seductive drug—— to all HASCHISCHANS, east and west, in whatever form they choose to woo the spirit of dreams—— to all BUYEROS, malayan or chinese , whether their siri-boxes are full, or empty—— to all COQUEROS, white or swarthy, from the base to the summit of the mighty cordilleras—— to all VOTARIES of STRAMONIUM and HENBANE, highlander, or lowlander— and to all SWALLOWERS of AMANITA , either in siberia or elsewhere—— these pages come greeting with the best wishes of their obedient servant,
The Author .
“A certain miller was much annoyed by a goblin, who used to come and set his mill at work at night when there was no grain to be ground, greatly to the danger of the machinery, so he desired a person to watch. This person, however, always fell asleep, but once woke up from a nap time enough to see the mill in full operation, a blazing fire, and the goblin himself, a huge hairy being, sitting by the side thereof. ‘Fat’s yer name?’ said the Highlander. ‘Ourisk,’ said the unwelcome guest; ‘and what is yours?’ ‘Myself,’ was the reply; ‘her nain-sell.’ The goblin now went quietly to sleep, and the Highlander, taking a shovel of hot coals, flung them into the hairy lap of the goblin, who was instantly in a blaze. Out ran the monster to his companions, making as much noise as he could. ‘Well,’ said they, ‘who set you on fire?’ ‘Myself,’ said the unlucky monster. ‘Well, then, you must put it out yourself,’ was the consoling rejoinder.”