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

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

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

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

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



ANOTHER MATCH.








_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._


If love were dhudeen olden,
And I were like the weed,
Oh! we would live together
And love the jolly weather,
And bask in sunshine golden,
Rare pals of choicest breed;
If love were dhudeen olden,
And I were like the weed.

If you were oil essential,
And I were nicotine,
We'd hatch up wicked treason,
And spoil each smoker's reason,
Till he grew penitential,
And turned a bilious green;
If you were oil essential,
And I were nicotine.

If you were snuff, my darling,
And I, your love, the box.
We'd live and sneeze together,
Shut out from all the weather,
And anti-snuffers snarling,
In neckties orthodox;
If you were snuff, my darling,
And I, your love, the box.

If you were the aroma,
And I were simply smoke,
We'd skyward fly together,
As light as any feather;
And flying high as Homer,
His gray old ghost we'd choke;
If you were the aroma,
And I were simply smoke.

From _Cope's Tobacco Plant_.





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