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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

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

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...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

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

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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



MAECENAS BIDS HIS FRIEND TO DINE.








I beg you come to-night and dine.
A welcome waits you, and sound wine,--
The Roederer chilly to a charm,
As Juno's breath the claret warm,
The sherry of an ancient brand.
No Persian pomp, you understand,--
A soup, a fish, two meats, and then
A salad fit for aldermen
(When aldermen, alas the days!
Were really worth their _mayonnaise_);
A dish of grapes whose clusters won
Their bronze in Carolinian sun;
Next, cheese--for you the Neufchatel,
A bit of Cheshire likes me well;
Cafe au lait or coffee black,
With Kirsch or Kuemmel or cognac
(The German band in Irving Place
By this time purple in the face);
Cigars and pipes. These being through,
Friends shall drop in, a very few--
Shakespeare and Milton, and no more.
When these are guests I bolt the door,
With "Not at home" to any one
Excepting Alfred Tennyson.

ANON.





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