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To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

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

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

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

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

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



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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