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following defence of smoking, by an intimate literary friend of Lord Byron, who assures us it is selected from several unpublished juvenile trifles written at various times in his album by the noble bard.]
I had a dream—it was not all a dream;