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

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

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

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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

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

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

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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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



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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