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

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

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

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

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

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

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

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

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

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

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



INVOCATION TO TOBACCO.








Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth,
Killer of dulness, parent of mirth,
Come in the sad hour, come in the gay,
Appear in the night, or in the day,--
Still thou art welcome as June's blooming rose,
Joy of the palate, delight of the nose.

Weed of the green field, weed of the wild,
Fostered in freedom, America's child,
Come in Virginia, come in Havana,
Friend of the universe, sweeter than manna,--
Still thou art welcome, rich, fragrant, and ripe,
Pride of the tube-case, delight of the pipe.

Weed of the savage, weed of each pole,
Comforting, soothing, philosophy's soul,
Come in the snuff-box, come in cigar,
In Strasburgh and King's, come from afar,--
Still thou art welcome, the purest, the best,
Joy of earth's millions, forever carest.

HENRY JAMES MELLEN.





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