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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

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

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

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

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

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

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...



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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