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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

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

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

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

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

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

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

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



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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