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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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

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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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



MEERSCHAUM.








Come to me, O my meerschaum,
For the vile street organs play;
And the torture they're inflicting
Will vanish quite away.

I open my study window
And into the twilight peer,
And my anxious eyes are watching
For the man with my evening beer.

In one hand is the shining pewter,
All amber the ale doth glow;
In t'other are long "churchwardens,"
As spotless and pure as snow.

Ah! what would the world be to us
Tobaccoless?--Fearful bore!
We should dread the day after to-morrow
Worse than the day before.

As the elephant's trunk to the creature,
Is the pipe to the man, I trow;
Useful and meditative
As the cud to the peaceful cow.

So to the world is smoking;
Through that we feel, with bliss
That, whatever worlds come after,
A jolly old world is this.

Come to me, O my meerschaum,
And whisper to me here,
If you like me better than coffee,
Than grog, or the bitter beer.

Oh! what are our biggest winnings,
If peaceful content we miss?
Though fortune may give us an innings
She seldom conveys us bliss.

You're better than all the fortunes
That ever were made or broke;
For a penny will always fill
And buy me content with a smoke.





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