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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

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

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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



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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