Sublime tobacco! which from east to west, Cheers the tar's labour or the Turkman's rest; Which on the Moslem's ottoman divides His hours, and rivals opium and his brides; Magnificent in Stamboul, but less grand, Though not less loved, in Wapping or the Strand: Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe, When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe; Like other charmers wooing the caress, More dazzlingly when daring in full dress; Yet thy true lovers more admire by far Thy naked beauties Give me a cigar!

Critics are already made.

My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.

I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.

I had a dream, which was not at all a dream.

Egeria! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting-place so fair As thine ideal breast.

Letter writing is the only device combining solitude with good company.