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Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

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

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...



CHOOSING A WIFE BY A PIPE OF TOBACCO.








Tube, I love thee as my life;
By thee I mean to choose a wife.
Tube, thy _color_ let me find,
In her _skin_, and in her _mind_.
Let her have a _shape_ as fine;
Let her breath be sweet as thine;
Let her, when her lips I kiss,
_Burn_ like thee, to give me bliss;
Let her, in some _smoke_ or other,
All my failings kindly smother.
Often when my thoughts are _low_,
Send them where they ought to go;
When to study I incline,
Let her aid be such as thine;
Such as thine the charming power
In the vacant social hour.
Let her live to give delight,
Ever _warm_ and ever _bright_;
Let her deeds, whene'er she dies,
Mount as incense to the skies.

_Gentleman's Magazine_.





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