622. If you put on any garment wrong side out, as, for example, a pair of stockings, never change it, as to do so brings ill luck. This direction is intuitively followed by many people who are entirely free from conscious superstition. ... Read more of Dressing at Superstitions.caInformational Site Network Informational
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A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

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

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...



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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