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He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

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

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

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

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

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

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...



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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