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She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

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

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

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

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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: ...



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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