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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

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

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...



PIPE AND TOBACCO.








When my pipe burns bright and clear,
The gods I need not envy here;
And as the smoke fades in the wind,
Our fleeting life it brings to mind.

Noble weed! that comforts life,
And art with calmest pleasures rife;
Heaven grant thee sunshine and warm rain,
And to thy planter health and gain.

Through thee, friend of my solitude,
With hope and patience I'm endued,
Deep sinks thy power within my heart,
And cares and sorrows all depart.

Then let non-smokers rail forever;
Shall their hard words true friends dissever?
Pleasure's too rare to cast away
My pipe, for what the railers say!

When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me,
When friends are fled, thy presence charms me;
If thou art full, though purse be bare,
I smoke, and cast away all care!

_German Folk Song._





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