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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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...

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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



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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