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

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

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

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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

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

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...



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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