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My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

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

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

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

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...



A POT, AND A PIPE OF TOBACCO.








Some praise taking snuff;
And 'tis pleasant enough
To those who have got the right knack, O!
But give me, my boys,
Those exquisite joys,
A pot, and a pipe of tobacco.

When fume follows fume
To the top of the room,
In circles pursuing their track, O!
How sweet to inhale
The health-giving gale
Of a pipe of Virginia tobacco.

Let soldiers so bold
For fame or for gold
Their enemies cut, slash, and hack, O!
We have fire and smoke,
Though all but in joke,
In a peaceable pipe of tobacco.

Should a mistress, unkind,
Be inconstant in mind,
And on your affections look black, O!
Let her wherrit and tiff,
'Twill blow off in a whiff,
If you take but a pipe of tobacco.

The miserly elf,
Who, in hoarding his pelf,
Keeps body and soul on the rack, O!
Would he bless and be blest,
He might open his chest
By taking a pipe of tobacco.

Politicians so wise,
All ears and all eyes
For news, till their addled pates crack, O!
After puzzling their brains,
Will not get for their pains
The worth of a pipe of tobacco

If your land in the claw
Of a limb of the law
You trust, or your health to a quack, O!
'Tis fifty to one
They're both as soon gone
As you'd puff out a pipe of tobacco.

Life's short, 'tis agreed;
So we'll try from the weed,
Of man a brief emblem to tack, O!
When his spirit ascends,
Die he must,--and he ends
In dust, like a pipe of tobacco.

_From "The Universal Songster, or Museum of Mirth."_





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