I’VE DONE SMOKING by Editor

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jul 24, 1860

“I’VE DONE SMOKING.”

By Editor

OUR friend delivered himself thus, honestly and in earnest. As he emptied his mouth of the last cigar, our mouth became full—full of blessings.

Blessed is the man himself. He is more wise, more cleanly, more savory, and more reasonable, than when he went about smoking and puffing like a locomotive.

Blessed is the man’s wife. She is a happier woman for the four reasons mentioned in the last paragraph and many more. She had hoped against hope for the last puff, but it has been made at last. We seem to see her face brighten, her step is more elastic, her voice is sweeter, her welcome to her husband as he comes home is more cordial. She has our hearty congratulations.

Blessed is the man’s apparel. A certain fragrance has left it, but not to the sorrow of those in close proximity to him. His wardrobe is minus a real annoyance, and plus the benediction of many a friend.

And blessed is the man’s health. In the smoke and fire he has so long kept up under his nostrils, he fed an insidious enemy. And his whole nervous and digestive system unite in the benediction we indite.

And blessed is the man’s pocket. A leak is stopped. As much as before will flow in, and less will flow out. We seem to hear a voice from that quarter, “There will be better days in this department of our Master’s dominion.”

And blessed be the man’s resolution. May it tower aloft, like a granite pillar, above all the fire and smoke that may assail it. That last puff! Be it the last! And though the smoker will not join, there will be enough to join a hearty amen!