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Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

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

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...



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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