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

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

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

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

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

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



HENRY FIELDING.








Friend of my youth, companion of my later days.
What needs my Muse to sing thy various praise?
In country or in town, on land or sea,
The weed is still delightful company.
In joy or sorrow, grief or racking pain,
We fly to thee for solace once again.
Delicious plant, by all the world consumed,
'Tis pity thou, like man, to ashes too art doom'd.

ANON.




Tobacco, some say, is a potent narcotic,
That rules half the world in a way quite despotic;
So, to punish him well for his wicked and merry tricks,
We'll burn him forthwith, as they used to do heretics.





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