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

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

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

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

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

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



THE TRUE LEUCOTHOE.








Let others praise the god of wine,
Or Venus, love, and beauty's smile;
I choose a theme not less divine,--
The plant that grows in Cuba's Isle.

The old Greeks err'd who bound with bays
Apollo's brow; the verdant crown
He wore, when measuring their days,
Grew in the West, where he went down.

An idle tale they also told;
They said he gave them frankincense,
Borne by some tree he loved of old;
If so, he gave a mere pretence.

For the true offspring of his love--
Tobacco--grew far o'er the sea,
Where Leucothoe from above
Led him as honey leads the bee,

Till on that plant he paus'd to gaze
Some moments ere he held his way,
And cheer her with his warmest rays,
Heedless of time or length of day.

Then with a sigh his brows he wreath'd
With leaves that care and toil beguile,
And bless'd, as their perfume he breath'd,
The plant that grows in Cuba's Isle.

ANON.





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