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facts and fancies for the fireside
WHY THE CIGARETTE IS FOUL.
Quite aside from any question of
the cigarette’s contents or effects.
The Statesville Landmark is puzzled
to explain the villainous odor which
proceeds from it when smoked. As
The Landmark observes, cigarettes
made from undeniably good tobacco
by the smoker himself lack little of
equaling the store kind in offensive
ness. A full whiff with the peculiar
ly disgusting quality conferred by
sojourn in the lungs is undoubtedly
quite sufficient to fell a strong dray
horse in his tracks. The habitual
smoker gives off the cigarette odor
from his person alike in waking and
sleeping hours, and his breath is at
all times likely to suggest eggs which
have long since outlived their useful
ness. Scrupulous personal cleanli
ness in other respects can, of course,
overcome the outward evidences of
the habit to a considerable extent.
The cigarette is truly a foul thing,
and how any human being can care
for it must always remain something
of a mystery. Concerning the cause
of this foulness, however, The Ob
server is rather less at sea than The
Landmark. We can say that the
tilth which accumulates in a pipe or
lodges in the butt of cheap cigars is
with a cigarette sucked completely
into the smoker. Naturally smoke
so impregnated is foul. There can
be no doubt that the combination of
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burning paper with tobacco does
something to re-enforce the smell and
make it yet stronger.
The Observer thinks it ought to
have a prize for helping to clear up
this previously obscure matter.—
Charlotte Daily Observer.
“OUR OWN.’’
If I had known in the morning,
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How wearily all the day
The words unkind
Would trouble my mind
I said when you went away,
I had been more careful darling,
Nor given you needless pain:
But we vex “our own’’
With a look and tone
We might never take back again.
For though in the quiet evening
You may give me the kiss of peace,
Yet it might be
That never for me
The pain of the heart should cease.
How many go forth in the morning
That never come home at. night,
And hearts have broken
For harsh words spoken,
That sorrow can ne’er set right!
We have careful thoughts for the
stranger,
And smiles for the some-time guest,
But oft for “our own”
The bitter tone,
Though we love “our own” the best.
Ah! lips with the curve impatient,
Ah! brow with that look of scorn
’Twere a cruel fate,
Were the night too late
To undo the work of morn.
MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM IS.
My mind to me a kingdom is,
Such present joys therein I find,
That it excels all other bliss
That earth affords or grows by
kind;
Though much I want which most
would have,
Yet still my mind forbids to crave.
No princely pomp, no wealthy store,
No force to win the victory,
No wily wit to salve a sore,
No shape to feed a loving eye;
To none of these I yield as thrall;
For why? My mind doth serve for
all.
1 see how plenty (surfeits) oft,
And hasty climbers soon do fall;
I see that those which are aloft
Mishap doth threaten most of all;
They get with toil, they keep with
fear;
Such cares my mind could never bear.
Content to live, this is my stay;
I seek no more than may suffice;
I press to bear no haughty sway;
Look, what I lack my mind sup-
plies ;
Lo, thus I triumph like a king,
Content with that my mind doth
bring.
Some have too much, yet still do
crave;
I little have, and seek no more.
They are but poor, though much they
have,
And I am rich with little store;
They poor, I rich; they beg, T give;
They lack, I have; they pine, I live.
I laugh not at another’s loss;
I grudge not at another’s pain;
No worldly waves my mind can toss;
My state at one doth still remain;
I fear no foe, I fawn no friend;
I loathe not life, nor dread my end.
Some weigh their pleasure by their
lust,
Their wisdom by their rage of will;
Their treasure is their only trust;
A cloaked craft their store of skill;
Rut all the pleasure that I find
Is to maintain a quiet mind.
My wealth is health and perfect ease;
My conscience clear my chief de
fense ;
I neither seek by bribes to please,
Nor by deceit to breed offense;
Thus do I live; thus will I die;
Would all did as well as I!
—Sir Edward Dyer.
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