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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

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

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

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

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

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...



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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