The smoker's text book / by J. Hamer. (A reprint).

  • Hamer, J. (John)
Date:
1889
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Credit: The smoker's text book / by J. Hamer. (A reprint). Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    Soon as you feel th’ enliv’ning ray, To dust you hasten to return ; And teach me that my earliest day Began to'give me to the urn. But, tho’ thy grosser substance sink To dust, thy purer part aspires ; This, when I see, I joy to think That earth but half of me requires. Like thee, myself am born to die, Made half to rise and half to fall. O ! could I, while my moments fly, The bliss you give me give to all! Scot’s Magazine (1745.) MODERN MORALS. OH ! ain’t I just a moral chap ! I guess I rather am ; 1 never smoke the fragrant weed, Cigar, nor yet meerschaum. But let me whisper in your ear The reason why I’m rash, And scorn what is to others dear— ’Tis ’cause I ’ain’t the cash ! I’m never found with flowing bowl Where jolly fellows are, 1 never flirt with pretty girls Behind a public bar. ’Tis not that I dislike the fun, Or fear eternal smash ; Oh ! no, my friend, ’tis something else— ’Tis ’cause 1 ’ain’t the cash !
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