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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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 ...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

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

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

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



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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