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

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

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

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

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...



SWEET SMOKING PIPE.








Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove,
Companion still of my retreat,
Thou dost my gloomy thoughts remove,
And purge my brain with gentle heat.

Tobacco, charmer of my mind,
When, like the meteor's transient gleam.
Thy substance gone to air I find,
I think, alas, my life's the same!

What else but lighted dust am I?
Then shew'st me what my fate will be;
And when thy sinking ashes die,
I learn that I must end like thee.

ANON.





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