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Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

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

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

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

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

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



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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