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The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...



A BACHELOR'S SOLILOQUY.








I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire,
I ne'er knew the Benedict's yoke;
I worship a fairy-like, fanciful form,
That goes up the chimney in smoke.

I sit in my dressing-gowned slipperful ease,
Without wife or bairns to provoke,
And puff at my pipe, while my hopes and my fears
All go up the chimney in smoke.

I sit with my pipe, and my heart's lonesome care
I try, but all vainly, to choke.
Ah, me! but I find that the flame that Love lights
Won't go up the chimney in smoke.

_Cigar and Tobacco World_, London.





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