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Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

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

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

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

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

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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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



SMOKE IS THE FOOD OF LOVERS.








When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose
Was just the very one you might suppose.
Love keep a shop?--his trade, oh! quickly name!
A dealer in tobacco--fie, for shame!
No less than true, and set aside all joke,
From oldest time he ever dealt in smoke;
Than smoke, no other thing he sold, or made;
Smoke all the substance of his stock in trade;
His capital all smoke, smoke all his store,
'Twas nothing else; but lovers ask no more--
And thousands enter daily at his door!
Hence it was ever, and it e'er will be
The trade most suited to his faculty:
Fed by the vapors of their heart's desire,
No other food his votaries require;
For that they seek--the favor of the fair--
Is unsubstantial as the smoke and air.

JACOB CATS: _Moral Emblems_.





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