Sting your lips; there is no need.
Joy and care need reconcilement
For enjoyment of the weed.

Trust no "Germans," buy no "British,"
Sound Havanas only smoke!
"Lady Nicotine" is skittish,
Penny Pickwicks are no joke.

Smoke no strong shag, no rank "stinger,"
Pick your baccy, puff with skill,
And--although you are a singer,
You may smoke, and not feel ill.

Let us then be up and smoking,
An an Art the thing pursue;
As great SANTLEY, who's not joking,
Says _he_ does, and all _may_ do!

* * * * *

LADY GAY'S DISTRACTION.

DEAR MR. PUNCH,--You are as fickle as the rest of your sex, I fear,
otherwise you would not have requited my devotion to you and your
interests in such an awful manner as you did in publishing my
husband's letter last week!--and _such_ a letter! Oh, I could write
such a _scathing_ reply to it!

Of course, it was jealousy on the part of Sir CHARLES at my literary