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

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

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



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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