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

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

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

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

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

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...



THE PATRIOTIC SMOKER'S LAMENT.








Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh,
Briton of the truest type,
When that too devoted valet
Quenched your first-recorded pipe,
Were you pondering the opinion,
As you watched the airy coil,
That the virtue of Virginia
Might be bred in British soil?

You transplanted the potato,
'Twas a more enduring gift
Than the wisdom of a Plato
To our poverty and thrift.
That respected root has flourished
Nobly for a nation's need,
But our brightest dreams are nourished
Ever on a foreign weed.

From the deepest meditation
Of the philosophic scribe,
From the poet's inspiration,
For the cynic's polished gibe,
We invoke narcotic nurses
In their jargon from afar,
I indite these modest verses
On a polyglot cigar.

Leaf that lulls a Turkish Aga
May a scholar's soul renew,
Fancy spring from Larranaga,
History from honey-dew.
When the teacher and the tyro
Spirit-manna fondly seek,
'Tis the cigarette from Cairo,
Or a compound from the Greek.

But no British-born aroma
Is fit incense to the Queen,
Nature gives her best diploma
To the alien nicotine.
We are doomed to her ill-favor,
For the plant that's native grown
Has a patriotic flavor
Too exclusively our own.

O my country, could your smoker
Boast your "shag," or even "twist,"
Every man were mediocre
Save the blest tobacconist!
He will point immortal morals,
Make all common praises mute,
Who shall win our grateful laurels
With a national cheroot.

_The St. James Gazette_.





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