Epigraph
“‘How many are you, then?’ said I.
‘O Master, we are seven.’”
Wordsworth.
“To re-create for man, whate’er
Was lost in Paradise.”
Southey’s Thalaba.
Dedication
to all LOVERS of TOBACCO, in all parts of the world,
juvenile and senile, masculine and feminine;
and to all ABSTAINERS,
voluntary and involuntary——
to all OPIOPHAGI, at home and abroad,
whether experiencing the pleasures, or pains
of the seductive drug——
to all HASCHISCHANS, east and west,
in whatever form they choose
to woo the spirit of dreams——
to all BUYEROS, malayan or chinese,
whether their siri-boxes are full, or empty——
to all COQUEROS, white or swarthy,
from the base to the summit
of the mighty cordilleras——
to all VOTARIES of STRAMONIUM and HENBANE,
highlander, or lowlander—
and
to all SWALLOWERS of AMANITA,
either in siberia or elsewhere——
these pages come greeting
with the best wishes
of their obedient servant,
The Author.