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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

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

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

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

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

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...



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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