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

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...



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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