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Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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



CONFESSION OF A CIGAR SMOKER.








I owe to smoking, more or less,
Through life the whole of my success;
With my cigar I'm sage and wise,--
Without, I'm dull as cloudy skies.

When smoking, all my ideas soar,
When not, they sink upon the floor.
The greatest men have all been smokers,
And so were all the greatest jokers.
Then ye who'd bid adieu to care,
Come here and smoke it into air.

ANON.




Sir Walter Raleigh! name of worth,
How sweet for thee to know
King James, who never smoked on earth,
Is smoking down below.





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