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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

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

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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



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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Previous: AD NICOTINA.



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