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

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

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

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

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

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

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

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



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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