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Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

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

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

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

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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



A VALENTINE.








What's my love's name? Guess her name.
Nina? No.
Alina? No.
It does end with "ina," though.
Guess again. Christina? No;
Guess again. Wilhelmina? No.
She reciprocates my flame,
Cheers me wheresoe'er I go,
Never forward, never coy,
She is evermore my joy.
Oh, the rapture! oh, the bliss!
When I met my darling's kiss.
Oh, I love her form to greet!
Oh, her breath is passing sweet!
Who could help but love her so?
Nicotina, mistress mine,
Thou shall be my Valentine.

ANON.





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