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Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

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

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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



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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