Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Reviews/Essays | 1859-07-12 - 1859-08-09
Transcription haustive. But here, sir, having all about ua famous
teacher-men, and of great physical development,
we all smoke !
"You are aware that, in the Courts of Judge Mer-
cury, we keep our poets especially on Aherry and
cigar's ! Were you a poet, now, instead of teacher
and historian, we should commit you for contempt,
for refusing that cigar. Poets must smoke! Smok-
ing induces that abstract, dreamy mood in which
the imaginative mind luxuriates. Fancies, purple
and' golden, rise up on every curling vapor, edging
it with 'beauty to the half-shut eve; and the mind,
in a delicious reverie, realizes all those felicitous
discoveries in cloud-land which make it temporari-
ly forgetful of the dull mundane sphere, and the
gloomy condition which always hang about mere
earth. Then it is, sir, that we realize, though in
broad daylight, such fairy visions as grand old
MILTON describeth :
'Visions
Of these gay creatures of the element
That in the colors of the rainbow live,
And play i' the plighted clouds.'" Yes, our poets all smoke ! You will, anon,
see them popping in upon us---HAYNE, TIMROD,
HURLBUT, and hall a dozen of the still younger
brethren, each with a cigar in his mouth !
"HAYNE, who bat quite a SusLt.sr aspect, with a
considerable cast of KEATS—whose face would
make a fine picture for the txoudoir of SAPPHO, and
of whom we must certainly get a photograph for
our own sanctum, is peculiarly choice and delicate
in his cigars! Ile uses a nice, tiny little Cabanas,
such as Oberon would use, approximating these
cigaritos, which lie ad naturally between the, pulpy
lips of the Cuban dams la when they are divided
between cigar and siesta. 1 suspect be la half
afraid of it big cigar, such as T(Maoo puffs with
formidable ease and confidence ! Such would fud-
dle HAYNE ; and, he prudently confines himself to
the moat modest dimensions in the choice of his
cigars; and he smokes with the great at delibera-
tion--never makes any effort to throw out a volume
of smoke---never putfa out hie cheeks—and his lips
are scarcely lifted at all for the insertion of the
slenderly curled up weed.

"You can almost tell, too, by tbe manna. in which
be smokes, whether be meditates lyric, a sonnet--a
gush of fancy, or a passionate tong ! His eyes will
enlarge with one class of subject, and him lips will
quiver over another, while the eye half shuts, like

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