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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

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

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

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...



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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