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

Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

The Betrothed.

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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


The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently
sufficient grounds, to the Rev. Ralph Erskine, or, as he
designated himself, "Ralph Erskine, V.D.M." The peasantry
throughout the North of England always called it "Erskine
Song;" and not only is his name given as the author in
numerous chap-books, but in his own volume of "Gospel
Sonnets," from an early copy of which this version is
transcribed. The discovery, however, by Mr. Collier of the
First Part in a MSS. temp. James I., with the initials "G.W."
affixed to it, has disposed of Erskine's claim to the honor of
the entire authorship. G.W. is supposed to be George
Wither; but this is purely conjectural, and it is not at
all improbable that G.W. really stands for W.G., as it was
a common practice among anonymous writers to reverse their

The history, then, of the poem seems to be this: that the
First Part, as it is now printed, originally constituted the
whole production, being complete in itself; that the Second
Part was afterwards added by the Rev. Ralph Erskine, and that
both parts came subsequently to be ascribed to him, as his
was the only name published in connection with the song. See
"Ballads of the Peasantry," Bell's edition. Variants of
this song will be found on pages 86 and 150 of the present
collection; the first is ascribed to George Wither, and
the other is taken from the first volume of "Pills to purge


This Indian weed, now withered quite.
Tho' green at noon, cut down at night,
Shows thy decay,
All flesh is hay:
Thus think, and smoke tobacco.

The pipe, so lily-like and weak,
Does thus thy mortal state bespeak;
Thou art e'en such--
Gone with a touch:
Thus think, and smoke tobacco.

And when the smoke ascends on high,
Then thou behold'st the vanity
Of worldly stuff--
Gone with a puff:
Thus think, and smoke tobacco.

And when the pipe grows foul within,
Think on thy soul defiled with sin;
For then the fire
It doth require:
Thus think, and smoke tobacco.

And seest the ashes cast away,
Then to thyself thou mayest say,
That to the dust
Return thou must:
Thus think, and smoke tobacco.


Was this small plant for thee cut down?
So was the Plant of Great Renown,
Which Mercy sends
For nobler ends:
Thus think, and smoke tobacco.

Does juice medicinal proceed
From such a naughty foreign weed?
Then what's the power
Of Jesse's Flower?
Thus think, and smoke tobacco.

The promise, like the pipe, inlays,
And by the mouth of faith conveys
What virtue flows
From Sharon's Rose:
Thus think, and smoke tobacco.

In vain the unlighted pipe you blow;
Your pains in outward means are so,
'Till heavenly fire
Your heart inspire:
Thus think, and smoke tobacco.

The smoke, like burning incense, towers:
So should a praying heart of yours,
With ardent cries,
Surmount the skies:
Thus think, and smoke tobacco.



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