SMOKE IS THE FOOD OF LOVERS.

When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose

Was just the very one you might suppose.

Love keep a shop?—his trade, oh! quickly name!

A dealer in tobacco—fie, for shame!

No less than true, and set aside all joke,

From oldest time he ever dealt in smoke;

Than smoke, no other thing he sold, or made;

Smoke all the substance of his stock in trade;

His capital all smoke, smoke all his store,