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

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

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

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

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

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

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

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

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

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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



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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