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Poem
March 9, 1826
The Wilmingtonian, And Delaware Advertiser
Wilmington, New Castle County, Delaware
What is this article about?
A satirical poem from the Norwich Courier mocking the excessive and habitual use of snuff, particularly among women, portraying it as a widespread vice comparable to drinking.
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From the Norwich Courier.
SNUFF.
While some talk in praise of tea,
Souchong, young hyson and bohea,
Or such-like precious stuff:
Others will speak the praise of rum,
What good it does; and then there's some,
Will sing the praise of Snuff.
Throughout the wide creation round,
There's not a being to be found,
But that will have his puff:
And I'm determined to have mine—
Nor think! ye fair ones, 'tis a crime
To make a dash at Snuff.
I've seen a dame sit idly down,
And strew the Snuff o'er shawl or gown,
'Till it is coloured buff:
And then, with thumb and finger cramm'd,
Till nose and lip, are both japan'd,
Eat of the filthy stuff.
And more industrious ones I've seen.
Yet more indecent too, 'twould seem,
With manners something rough,
Who set their tables, make their bread,
Wash up their dishes, comb their head,
With one hand full of Snuff.
Whene'er they send their butter down,
With eggs or poultry to the town,
And fear there's not enough;
They tell the boy he must get some
Tobacco, sugar, tea and rum,
And take the rest in Snuff.
Oh! Lorillard, could you but see
The havock made, you'd join with me,
And say you've made enough;
For 'mong the habits of creation.
There's no vice, but drinking, (in the nation,)
So bad as using Snuff.
SNUFF.
While some talk in praise of tea,
Souchong, young hyson and bohea,
Or such-like precious stuff:
Others will speak the praise of rum,
What good it does; and then there's some,
Will sing the praise of Snuff.
Throughout the wide creation round,
There's not a being to be found,
But that will have his puff:
And I'm determined to have mine—
Nor think! ye fair ones, 'tis a crime
To make a dash at Snuff.
I've seen a dame sit idly down,
And strew the Snuff o'er shawl or gown,
'Till it is coloured buff:
And then, with thumb and finger cramm'd,
Till nose and lip, are both japan'd,
Eat of the filthy stuff.
And more industrious ones I've seen.
Yet more indecent too, 'twould seem,
With manners something rough,
Who set their tables, make their bread,
Wash up their dishes, comb their head,
With one hand full of Snuff.
Whene'er they send their butter down,
With eggs or poultry to the town,
And fear there's not enough;
They tell the boy he must get some
Tobacco, sugar, tea and rum,
And take the rest in Snuff.
Oh! Lorillard, could you but see
The havock made, you'd join with me,
And say you've made enough;
For 'mong the habits of creation.
There's no vice, but drinking, (in the nation,)
So bad as using Snuff.
What sub-type of article is it?
Satire
What themes does it cover?
Satire Society
Temperance Moderation
What keywords are associated?
Snuff
Tobacco
Vice
Satire
Norwich Courier
Temperance
What entities or persons were involved?
From The Norwich Courier.
Poem Details
Title
Snuff.
Author
From The Norwich Courier.
Subject
On The Use Of Snuff
Form / Style
Rhymed Stanzas
Key Lines
Oh! Lorillard, Could You But See
The Havock Made, You'd Join With Me,
And Say You've Made Enough;
For 'Mong The Habits Of Creation.
There's No Vice, But Drinking, (In The Nation,)
So Bad As Using Snuff.