grogshop, every smoking-car, every public resort and waiting-room
departments for men, every rendezvous of rogues, loafers, villains, and
tramps is thoroughly saturated with the vile stench of the cuspidor and
the poisonous odors of the pipe and cigar. "Rev. Dr. Cox abandoned
tobacco after a drunken loafer asked him for a light." Not until then had
he seen and felt the disreputable fraternity that existed between the users
of tobacco.

Owen Meredith gives us a standard of strength and freedom, which is
an inspiration to every lover of rounded, perfected manhood and
womanhood:

"Strong is that man, he only strong,
To whose well-ordered will belong,
For service and delight,
All powers that in the face of wrong
Establish right.

And free is he, and only he,
Who, from his tyrant passions free,
By fortune undismayed,
Has power within himself to be,
By self obeyed.

If such a man there be, where'er
Beneath the sun and moon he fare,
He can not fare amiss;
Great nature hath him in her care.
Her cause is his."