INSCRIPTION FOR A TOBACCO JAR.


Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise,
You'll find _a jar_ the gates of Paradise.

_Copes Tobacco Plant._




MOTTO FOR A TOBACCO JAR.


Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid,
But woo the goddess through a yard of clay;
And soon you'll own she is the fairest maid
To stifle pain, and drive old Care away.
Nor deem it waste; what though to ash she burns,
If for your outlay you get good returns!




THE LAST PIPE.