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To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

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...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

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



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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