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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...


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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