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To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

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

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

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

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...



A WARNING.








HE.

I loathe all books. I hate to see
The world and men through others' eyes;
My own are good enough for me.
These scribbling fellows I despise;
They bore me.
I used to try to read a bit,
But, when I did, a sleepy fit
Came o'er me.

Yet here I sit with pensive look,
Filling my pipe with fragrant loads,
Gazing in rapture at a book!--
A free translation of the Odes
Of Horace.
'Tis owned by sweet Elizabeth,
And breathes a subtle, fragrant breath
Of orris.

I longed for something that was hers
To cheer me when I'm feeling low;
I saw this book of paltry verse,
And asked to take it home--and so
She lent it.
I love her deep and tenderly,
Yet dare not tell my love, lest she
Resent it.

I'll learn to quote a stanza here,
A couplet there. I'm very sure
'Twould aid my suit could I appear
_Au fait_ in books and literature.
I'll do it!
This jingle I can quickly learn;
Then, hid in roses, I'll return
Her poet!





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