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The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

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

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

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

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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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



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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