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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

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

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

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...



A SONG WITHOUT A NAME.








AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_."


'Twas in Queen Bess's golden days
That smoking came in fashion;
And from the court it quickly spread
Throughout the English nation.
The courtiers first the lesson learnt,
And burn'd the fragrant treasure;
And e'en the queen herself, 'tis said,
Would sometimes share the pleasure.
But this is true, I will maintain,--
And I am far from joking,--
Of all the pleasures men have found
There's none to equal smoking.

Then learned men and lawyers wise
And grave divines and doctors
Found smoking help'd to clear the brain,
And puff'd away in flocks, sirs;
Then business men and humble clerks
And laborer and peasant
By smoking care would drive away,
And make this life more pleasant.
For this is true. I will maintain,--
And I am far from joking,--
Of all the pleasures men have found
There's none to equal smoking.

And from these times we modern men
Great glory do inherit,
And wealth and learning and the strength
Which makes the English spirit.
We have no care, we fear no foe,
We pass our lifetime gayly,
But little think how much we owe
To great Sir Walter Raleigh.
For this is true, I will maintain,--
And I am far from joking,--
Of all the pleasures men have found
There's none to equal smoking.

W. LLOYD.





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