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

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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