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Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

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

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...



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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