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In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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



A LOSS.








How hard a thing it is to part
From those we love and cherish;
How deeply does it pain one's heart
To know all things must perish!

And when a friend and comrade dear
Is lost to us forever,
We feel how frail are all things here,
Since e'en best friends must sever.

I, too, have lost a friend, who broke
Its power when care was near me;
And troubles disappeared in smoke
When he was by to cheer me.

But as friends fall when valued most,
Like fruit that over-ripe is.
My loved companion I have lost,--
That friend my meerschaum pipe is!

_Judy_ (1873).





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