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

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

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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



AD NICOTINA.








"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._"


Let others sing the praise of wine;
I'll tolerate no queen
But one fair nymph of spotless line,
The gentle Nicotine.
Her breath's as sweet as any flower's,
No matter where it blows,
And makes this dull old world of ours
The color of the rose.

There's not a pang but she can soothe,
Nor spell but she can break,
And e'en the hardest lot can smooth,
And bid us courage take.
Fair Nicotine! thou dost atone
For many an aching heart;
And I for one will gladly own
The magic of thine art.

Ah, "friendly traitress," "loving foe,"
Forgive this loving lay;
For I, thy worshipper, would show
The sweetness of thy sway.
"Sublime tobacco!" may thy reign
Ne'er for one moment cease;
For thou, Great Plant, art kin to brain,
And synonym for peace.

E.H.S.





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