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My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

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

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

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

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

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

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



THE SMOKER'S CALENDAR.








When January's cold appears,
A glowing pipe my spirit cheers;
And still it glads the length'ning day
'Neath February's milder sway.
When March's keener winds succeed,
What charms me like the burning weed
When April mounts the solar car,
I join him, puffing a cigar;
And May, so beautiful and bright,
Still finds the pleasing weed a-light.
To balmy zephyrs it gives zest
When June in gayest livery's drest.
Through July, Flora's offspring smile,
But still Nicotia's can beguile;
And August, when its fruits are ripe,
Matures my pleasure in a pipe.
September finds me in the garden,
Communing with a long churchwarden.
Even in the wane of dull October
I smoke my pipe and sip my "robar."
November's soaking show'rs require
The smoking pipe and blazing fire.
The darkest day in drear December's--
That's lighted by their glowing embers.

ANON.





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