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Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

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

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

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

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



THE LOST LOTUS.








'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East,
There dwelt a race whose softly flowing hours
Passed like the vision of a royal feast,
By Nero given in the Baian bowers;
Thanks to the lotus-blossom spell,
Their lives were one long miracle.

In after years the passing sons of men
Looked for those lotus blossoms all in vain,
Through every hillside, glade, and glen
And e'en the isles of many a main;
Yet through the centuries some doom,
Forbade them see the lotus bloom.

The Old World wearied of the long pursuit,
And called the sacred leaf a poet's theme,
When lo! the New World, rich in flower and fruit,
Revealed the lotus, lovelier than the dream
That races of the long past days did haunt,--
The green-leaved, amber-tipped tobacco plant.

ANON.





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Previous: EDIFYING REFLECTIONS OF A TOBACCO-SMOKER.



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