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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

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

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

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

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

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

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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



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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