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The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

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

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

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

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

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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...



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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