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Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

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

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

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

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

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

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



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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