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

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

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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

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

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

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

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

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

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

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...



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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