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A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

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



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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