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

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

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

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

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

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...



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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