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With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

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

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

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

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

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

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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