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When younkers differ on the green,
LETTER TO ALEXANDER GIBSON HUNTER, ESQ.
No. 1, LOWER GUILDFORD STREET,
London, 20th December 1805. Sing—Though now a stranger in the “ Land of Cakes,” the amor patriæ beats strong in my bosom, and I feel the same degree of philanthropy towards my snuff-taking countrymen, as when we were wont to prime noses together. The comforts of your large and well-replenished horn, zested by your humorous and facetious conversation, are delightful to my recollection.
As a countryman and brother snuff-taker, I doubt not but that you will receive with pleasure any thing in praise of the all-powerful and never-enough-tobe-extolled plant. I therefore send you the following poem, which I received from a friend last New Year's day; and as it appears to me worthy of the subject to which it is dedicated, I think it a pity that it should be hid in obscurity, more especially as I am afraid there are many not sufficiently aware of the all-soothing comforts arising from “ a cannie pinch o' snuff.”
What would you think, therefore, of giving it a place in your very seful and much read Magazine next month, as a New Year's gift to all brother snuff-takers. Should you think proper to confer this honour upon it, it is at your service, from your sincere and obedient servant,
· A BROTHER SNUFF-Taker.
A Dialogue on the Virtues of Snuff.
To hansel the new year ;
Sometimes a drap o' Fairntosh dri:
The heart o’ man can cheer. !!.
Though this be right gude stuff
Without a pinch o' snuff. ;.
Ye wadna weary, nibour Tam, e
Were I to tak’ a while :::: :
An' fortune looks but gruff,..,
TAM... . "
Wi sic a bonnie theme ;
O’ this braw plant I dream.
Didna the mirkie night come on,
When I maun wander hame, Like Virgil's shepherds, we might sing,
The laurel to obtain... i They sang o? Philadas', and flames, :
O’ love, an' sic like stuff; " . While we life's dearest comfort sing,
A cannie pinch o' snuff. . i .
JACK. .... ., Surely had honest Virgil kenn'd .
How snuff the brain can clear, .. A cantie ode he wad ha'e penn'd
In praise o’t ilka year. . What signifies your sangs o' love?
They're naething else but buff; The jades may a' be guid enough,
But nae sae guid as snuff.
There's Meg the wife's a dainty quean,
An' keeps a' things fu' tight, . But then she aye sae fashes me
Whene'er my nose I dight: .. In troth, her jibes I canna bear,
She gars me tak’ the huff,
When saucily she cries, “ Gudeman,
You're owre the lugs in snuff.”
But, Tam, we e'en maun bide wi't a',
Though jibed up we be ;
Tho' wives should tak’ the gee.
An' canty we might be,
About my dear Rappee.
It sweetens care at ilka hand,
It cures us o' our pains ;
Did snuff ne'er clear their brains ? :
In your Elysian heaven; .
Scots Mag. 1806.
GEORGE FREDERICK COOKE IN DUBLIN-MR.
MATTHEWS, AND MRS. BURNS.
MR. Cooke, now thirty-eight years of age, and having been seventeen years a player, during many of which he stood forward as the hero of the pro