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

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

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...



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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