With smoky mists that circle him.

So all the world’s on smoking bent,

And puffs and fumes to its content:

Fill up the bowl then, fill it high,

Fill all the gaping pipes, for why

Should every creature smoke but I:

Why, man of morals, tell me why?”

From “The Anatomy of Tobacco: or Smoking Methodised, Divided, and Considered after a new fashion.” By Leolinus Siluriensis. London. George Redway, 1884.

An Address to the Critics.

Critics avaunt—tobacco is my theme,