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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

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

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

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

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



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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