Once, while Jesus was journeying about, He passed near a town where a man named Jairus lived. This man was a ruler in the synagogue, and he had just one little daughter about twelve years of age. At the time that Jesus was there the little ... Read more of THE STORY OF JAIRUS'S DAUGHTER at Children Stories.caInformational Site Network Informational
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Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

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

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

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

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

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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, 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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