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

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

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

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

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

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

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

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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



THE BALLADE OF TOBACCO.








When verdant youth sees life afar,
And first sets out wild oats to sow,
He puffs a stiff and stark cigar,
And quaffs champagne of Mumm & Co.
He likes not smoking yet; but though
Tobacco makes him sick indeed,
Cigars and wine he can't forego,--
A slave is each man to the weed.

In time his tastes more dainty are
And delicate. Become a beau,
From out the country of the czar
He brings his cigarettes, and lo!
He sips the vintage of Bordeaux.
Thus keener relish shall succeed
The baser liking we outgrow,--
A slave is each man to the weed

When age and his own lucky star
To him perfected wisdom show,
The schooner glides across the bar,
And beer for him shall freely flow;
A pipe with genial warmth shall glow,
To which he turns in direst need,
To seek in smoke surcease of woe,--
A slave is each man to the weed.





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