...What else but lighted dust am I? Thou show'st me what my fate will be ; And when thy sinking asbes die, I learn that I must end like thee.' The writer...pleasantly than pertinently moralizes on the same subject. ' The Indian weed withered quite, Green at Roon, cut down at night, Shows thy decay, — all flesh...

...my mind, When, like the meteor's transient gleam, Thy substance gone to air I find, I think, alas 1 my life's the same. " What else but lighted dust am...sinking ashes die, I learn that I must end like thee." One of the questions discussed at Oxford before James I., in 1605, was Utrum frequera suffitus Nicotiante...

...life's the same. What else but lighted dust am I ? Thou show'st me what my fate will be ; And when my sinking ashes die, I learn that I must end like thee. The author of this sonnet was Esprit de Raymond, Comte de Modene, putative father of Armande Bejart, wife...

...life's the same. What else but lighted dust am I ? Thoa show'st me what my fate will be ; And when my sinking ashes die, I learn that I must end like thee. The author of this sounet was Esprit de Raymond, Comte de Modene, putative father of Armande Bejart, wife...

...following sonnet : — " Sweet smoking pipe ; bright glowing stove, Companion still of my retreat, Thou dost my gloomy thoughts remove, And purge my brain...sinking ashes die, I learn that I must end like thee." Dr. Henry Aldrich, the musical Dean of Christchurch Oxford, well known from his popular Glee "Hark!...

...find, I think, alas, my life's the ваше! • " What else but lighted du«t am I ? Thou »how'st me what my fate will be; And when thy sinking ashes die, I learn that I must end like thee." Dean Aldrich was a great smoker, and it is related of him that a student of Oxford, knowing his devotion...

...transient gleam, Thy substance gone to air I find, I think, alas, my life's the same I What else bat lighted dust am I ? Thou show'st me what my fate will...ashes die, I learn that I must end like thee." The next in succession, the letter of Sir Benjamin Brodie, is, as might be expected, of a very different...

...transient gleam, Thy substance gone uo air I find, I think, alas, my life's the samel What else bnt lighted dust am I? Thou show'st me what my fate will...sinking ashes die, I learn that I must end like thee." * Milton, in his ' Tractate of Education.' The next in succession, the letter of Sir Benjamin Brodie,...

...Tobacco, charmer of my mind, When, like the meteor's transient gleam, Thy substance pone to air I find, 1 think, alas, my life's the same ! "What else but lighted...I learn that I must end like thee." The writer of these lines is not the only poet who has seen a type of human life in a pipe of tobacco. The author...

...to air, I find, I think, alas, my life's the same ! What else bnt lighted dust am I ? Thou show's! me what my fate will be ; And when thy sinking ashes die, I learn that I must end like thee. Dean Aldrich was a great smoker, and it is related of him that a student of Oxford, knowing his devotion...