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A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

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

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

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...



CHIBOUQUE.








At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan,
The pacha in his palace lolls at ease;
Latakieh fumes his sensual palate please,
While round-limbed almees dance near his divan.

Slaves lure away _ennui_ with flowers and fan;
And as his gem-tipped chibouque glows, he sees,
In dreamy trance, those marvellous mysteries
The prophet sings of in the Al-Koran!

Pale, dusk-eyed girls, with sequin-studded hair,
Dart through the opal clouds like agile deer,
With sensuous curves his fancy to provoke,--
Delicious houris, ravishing and fair,
Who to his vague and drowsy mind appear
Like fragrant phantoms arabesqued in smoke!

FRANCIS S. SALTUS.





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