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

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

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

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

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

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



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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