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

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

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

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

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

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

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



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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