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Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

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

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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



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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