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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

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

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...



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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