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The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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

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

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

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

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

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

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...



A SYMPHONY IN SMOKE.








A pretty, piquant, pouting pet,
Who likes to muse and take her ease,
She loves to smoke a cigarette;

To dream in silken hammockette,
And sing and swing beneath the trees,
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet.

Her Christian name is Violet;
Her eyes are blue as summer skies;
She loves to smoke a cigarette.

As calm as babe in bassinette,
She swingeth in the summer breeze,
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet.

She ponders o'er a novelette;
Her parasol is Japanese;
She loves to smoke a cigarette.

She loves a fume without a fret;
Her frills are white, her frock _cerise_,--
A pretty, pouting, piquant pet.

She almost goes to sleep, and yet,
Half-lulled by booming honey-bees,
She loves to smoke a cigarette.

A winsome, clever, cool coquette,
Who flouts all Grundian decrees,--
pretty, pouting, piquant pet,
That loves to smoke a cigarette.

_Harper's Bazaar_.





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