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Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...



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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