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

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

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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...

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...



CLOUDS.








Mortals say their heart is light
When the clouds around disperse;
Clouds to gather, thick as night,
Is the smoker's universe.

_From the German of Bauernfeld_.





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