["Smoking is an art; it may be made useful or otherwise,
according as it is exercised."--Mr. SANTLEY.]

Tell me not, ye mournful croakers,
Smoking is a dirty habit.
Brainless are ye, sour non-smokers,
As a vivisected rabbit.

"Smoking is an Art," says SANTLEY;
There is Beauty in the bowl.
They who doubt it must be scantly
Blest with sense, or dowered with soul.

_As_ an Art it claims attention;
Study is the only way.
Smoking skill, _not_ smoke-prevention,
Is the thing we want to-day.

Art is long and smoke is fleeting;
But puff on until you learn
Good tobacco's not for _eating_!
Pipe-bowls are not meant to _burn_!

Smoke without expectorating,
Do not sputter, do not chew;
Puff not as though emulating
Some foul factory's sooty flue

Let not oily dark defilement