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

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

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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

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

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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



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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