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Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

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

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

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

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...



MY CIGARETTE.








_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_.


To my sweet cigarette I am singing
This joyous and bright bacca-role;
Just now to my lips she was clinging,
Her spirit was soothing my soul.
With figure so slender and dapper
I feel the soft touch of it yet,
Adorned in her dainty white wrapper,
How fair is my own cigarette!
'Twere better, perhaps, that we part, love;
'Twere better, if never we'd met.
Alas, you are part of my heart, love,
Destructive but sweet cigarette!

Though matchless, by matches she's fired,
And glows both with pleasure and pride;
By her soft, balmy breath I'm inspired,
And kiss and caress my new bride.
E'en the clouds of her nature are joyous,
Though other clouds cause us regret;
From worry and care they decoy us,
The clouds of a sweet cigarette.
'Twere better, etc.

The houris in paradise living
Dissolve in the first love embrace,
Their life to their love freely giving,--
And so with my love 'tis the case;
For when her life's last spark is flying,
Still sweet to the end is my pet,
Who helps me, although she is dying,
To light up a fresh cigarette!
'Twere better, etc.





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