The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction Volume 12, No. 333, September 27, 1828 A pinch of snuff delights again Page 7 of 21 Give me, ye gods, my quantum suff. Of Grimstone’s or Gillespie’s snuff-- These are the sorts I crave; Defend me from the Lundyfoot, 'Tis to my nostrils worse than soot, And from the Irish save. Your Prince’s Mixture I despise, It clogs the head and dims the eyes-- The nose rejects such burden; Sure 'tis the critic’s vast delight, So dull and stupidly they write, I call for witness ----. Oh! where shall I for courage fly? Or what restorative apply? A pinch be my resource; Perchance the French are not polite, And with my country wish to fight, Then I must grieve perforce; Or, if with doubt the bosom heaves. The heart for Grecian sorrows grieves, And pines to see them fail. Such critics sometimes court the muse, And I perchance the rhymes peruse, Then heaves the breast with pain. To soothe the mind in such an hour, A pinch of snuff has ample power-- One pinch–all’s well again. A pinch of snuff delights again, And makes me view with great disdain, And soothes my patriot grief. Thus for the list of human woes, The pangs each mortal bosom knows, I find in snuff relief: It makes me feel less sense of sorrow, When modern bards their verses borrow, And soothes my patriot grief. Then let me sing the praise of snuff-- Give me, ye gods, I pray, enough-- Let others boast their wine; Let some prefer the nice _morceau_ And piquant joys of feasting know, The bliss of snuff be mine.
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Who was the author? He’s rather picky, though. Toast is too fine and Princes too coarse for him it seems.
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@Xander No credits were givin, but from the story we can be certain he wasn’t a frenchman .