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

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

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



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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