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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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



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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