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Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

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

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...



MY FRIENDLY PIPE.








Let sybarites still dream delights
While smoking cigarettes,
Whose opiates get in their pates
Till waking brings regrets;
Oh, let them doze, devoid of woes,
Of troubles, and of frets.

And let the chap who loves to nap
With his cigar in hand
Pursue his way, and live his day,
As runs time's changing sand;
Let him delight by day and night
In his peculiar brand.

But as for me, I love to be
Provided with a pipe,--
A rare old bowl to warm my soul,
A meerschaum brown and ripe,--
With good plug cut, no stump or butt,
Nor filthy gutter-snipe.

My joys increase! It brings me peace
As nothing else can do;
From all the strife of daily life
Here my relief is true.
I watch its rings; it purrs and sings--
And then it's cheaper, too!

_Detroit Tribune_.





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