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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...



A PIPE OF TOBACCO.








Let the learned talk of books,
The glutton of cooks,
The lover of Celia's soft smack--O!
No mortal can boast
So noble a toast
As a pipe of accepted tobacco.

Let the soldier for fame,
And a general's name,
In battle get many a thwack--O!
Let who will have most,
Who will rule the rooste,
Give me but a pipe of tobacco.

Tobacco gives wit
To the dullest old cit,
And makes him of politics crack--O!
The lawyers i' the hall
Were not able to bawl,
Were it not for a whiff of tobacco.

The man whose chief glory
Is telling a story,
Had never arrived at the smack--O!
Between ever heying,
And as I was saying,
Did he not take a whiff of tobacco.

The doctor who places
Much skill in grimaces,
And feels your pulse running tic-tack--O!
Would you know his chief skill?
It is only to fill
And smoke a good pipe of tobacco.

The courtiers alone
To this weed are not prone;
Would you know what 'tis makes them so slack--O?
'Twas because it inclined
To be honest the mind,
And therefore they banished tobacco.





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