Sir Walter had grown exceedingly prone
To рор, for a pipe, in that noddle his own!
With a festivous few 93 he bibo'd and blew,
Puffing for twenty and tippling for two!

Quoth Walter the Brave to his half-witted knave Who knew not the weed 9 wafted o'er by the

wave,

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beneath the mantel. On this slab was carved, in two compartments, the story of "Diana and Actæon." The ceiling represented a shield, bearing the initials, "I. M." in a glory, with cherubim, two heads of Roman Emperors, with fish, flowers, and other figures, within wreathed borders, ornamented with bosses of acorns.

93 In the times of Thomas Heywood, the poet, (1635), the following were among the tippler's many titles:

"He is a good fellow-or A boon Companion-A mad Greek-A true Trojan-A, stiff Blade-One that is steel to the back-A low-Country Soldier-One that will take his rowse-One that will drink deep, though it be a mile to the bottom-One that knows how the cards are dealt— One that will be flush of all four-One that bears up stiff -One whom the Brewer's horse hath bit-One that knows of which side his bread is buttered-One that drinks upsefreeze-One that lays down his ears and drinks-One that drinks supernaculum—One that can sip off his cyder."

94That in Asia," says the celebrated traveller M. Pallas," and especially in China, the use of tobacco for smoking is more ancient than the discovery of the New World I scarcely entertain a doubt. Among the Chinese, and among the Mongol Tribes who had the most intercourse with them, the custom of smoking is so general, so frequent, and become so indispensable a luxury — the

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Bring me ale some in, that Elinour Rumming, "Right good, might have brew'd-nappy, sparkling and humming!"

Then his pipe forth he drew and set lustily to 'Till his nostrils and mouth came the smoke curl

ing thro'!

Quicker and quicker the smoke curl'd, and thicker! When Simon the Simple march'd in with the

liquor!

"Fire! fire! fire!"-Nor stopp'd to enquire
Anything further the terrified crier !

But flung, in a crack, all the liquor, alack!
Full in the Knight's face from the jolly Black
Jack! 95

tobacco-purse affixed to their belt, so necessary an article of dress - the form of the pipes, from which the Dutch seem to have taken the model of theirs, so original!—and, lastly, the preparation of the yellow leaves, which are merely rubbed to pieces and then put into the pipe, so peculiar; that we cannot possibly derive all this from America by way of Europe; especially as India, where the habit of smoking is not so general, intervenes between Persia and China. May we not expect to find traces of this custom, in the first account of the Voyages of the Portuguese and Dutch to China?"

95 "Next for variety of drinking cups we have divers and sundry sorts, some of glass, some of box, some of maple, some of holly, &c., mazers, broad-mouthed dishes, Noggins, Whiskins, Piggins, Crinzes, Ale-bowles, Courtdishes, Tankards, Kannes, &c., from a pottle to a pint,

Sir Walter up rose to slit the knave's nose

For soiling and spoiling his countenance, clothes; O how the rogue roared when he saw the drawn sword, And begg'd, on his knees, not to have his sconce scored!

The Knight disabused, simple Simon excused,
The jack was replenish'd, the pipe was re-fused,
And, talking of smoke, in his parlour of oak
Mine Host, with the jorum, still serves up the joke!

O Jamie! King Jamie !96 thy stupid crown'd head
Reposed to the last on a soft downy bed,
But Walter's red scaffold,97 blush! blush! "Right
Divine,"

Was glory's proud pillow, mean tyrant! to thine.

from a pint to a gill; other bottles we have of leather, but they most used amongst the shepherds and harvest people of the country; small jacks we have in many Alehouses in the City and suburbs, tipt with silver, besides great black-jacks, and bombards at the Court, which when the Frenchmen first saw, they reported, at their return into their country, that the Englishmen used to drink out of their boots."-Heywood's Philocothonista, 1635.

96 King James, lying sicke, one prayed in publicke that hee might raigne as long as the Sun and Moone should endure, and the Prince his Sonne after him.-The Booke of Bulls. 1636.

The time of Sir Walter Raleigh's execution," observes Aubrey, "was contrived to be on my Lord Mayor's day, that the pageants and fine shows might avocate and draw away the people from beholding the tragedie of the

Sir P. Live to sing some racy relic on Festive days, sweet Swan of Helicon ! 98 When the rosy god of wine

Makes our happy faces shine!

A murrain on that organ player!

[A street organ is heard.

Gramercy! what a grind was there!
Every melody he mangles

Is with music at right angles!

Hark! his tuneable proboscis 99

(Could his back my cane but cross!) is

Going to give us, as a favor!

Some excruciating quaver

(To the love-and-murder muses

An annuity the noose is!)

gallantest worthie that England ever bred." . . -Aubrey's MS, in the Ashmolean Museum.

A rare judicial mockery was the trial of Sir Walter Raleigh! The public prosecutor was the unprincipled and ruffianly Attorney General Coke, who bullied the noble patriot; and the Judge was Popham the reformed Highway-Robber!

98 Recreation is intended to the minde, as whetting is to the sithe, to sharpen the edge of it, which otherwise would grow dull, and blunt; hee therefore that spends his whole time in recreation, is ever whetting, never mowing; his grasse may grow, and his steed starve; as contrarily, he that alwaies toyles, and never recreates, is ever mowing, never whetting; labouring much to little purpose: as good no sithe, as no edge."

Bishop Hall. 99 Brathwait (see Whimzies) thus describes the accom

Telling how the tender passion

Tucks its tools up Tyburn fashion!

The Musician's SONG.1

In the olden time his rueful rhyme a ballad-singing clown

The streets of merry Abingdon was chanting up

and down,

But from the squires (no ballad buyers!) few farthings did he finger,

For Puck had on their purses put a padlock, a distringer!

A tavern nigh.just caught the eye of this poor metre-monger,

plishments of a ballad-singer. "Now he counterfeits a natural base, then a perpetual treble, and ends with a counter-tenure. You shall heare him feigne an artfull straine through the nose, purposely to insinuate into the attention of the purer brother-hood."

1 "After he (Richard Corbet, Bishop of Oxford) was a Doctor of Divinity we are told he sung ballads at the High Cross at Abingdon : being at a tavern in that town, a ballad singer came into that house, complaining that he could not dispose of his stock; the doctor in a frolic took off his gown, and assuming the ballad singer's leather jacket, went out into the street, and soon drew a crowd of admiring purchasers.”—Chalmers.

This frolicsome divine is the author of Poetica Stromata, or Collection of Sundrie Pieces in Poetry, 1648, in which there are a rare superabundance of wit, and constitutional hilarity.