Il portait dans son petit sac,
Le doux portrait de sa bergère,
Avec la pipe de tabac.
Pigault Lebrun. (1755-1835.)
Content and a Pipe.
Contented I sit with my pint and my pipe,
Puffing sorrow and care far away,
And surely the brow of grief nothing can wipe
Like smoking and moist’ning our clay;