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Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...



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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