I cannot walk in London through a street
Unless some little rag-a-muffin boys I meet,
Smoking their pipes; or if young gentlemen they are,
Perhaps they sport a penny pickwick, or cigar.
I fear that many honourable members will get warm
At hearing that this habit needs a great reform.
I will not say a word about the habit as indulged by men,
Or raise the question of the “Counterblast” again;
Let each man please himself who’s old enough to know
Whether it’s good or bad, respectable or low.