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

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

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

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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

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

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

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

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



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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