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Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

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



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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