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The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

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

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

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

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

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

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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



TO THE REV. MR. NEWTON.








Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand
What the ladies and gentlemen see in your face,
That you are in fashion all over the land,
And I am so much fallen into disgrace.

"Do but see what a pretty contemplative air
I give to the company,--pray do but note 'em,--
You would think that the wise men of Greece were all there,
Or, at least, would suppose them the wise men of Gotham.

"My breath is as sweet as the breath of blown roses,
While you are a nuisance where'er you appear;
There is nothing but snivelling and blowing of noses,
Such a noise as turns any man's stomach to hear."

Then, lifting his lid in a delicate way,
And opening his mouth with a smile quite engaging.
The Box in reply was heard plainly to say,
"What a silly dispute is this we are Waging!

"If you have a little of merit to claim,
You may thank the sweet-smelling Virginian weed;
And I, if I seem to deserve any blame,
The before-mentioned drug in apology plead.

"Thus neither the praise nor the blame is our own,
No room for a sneer, much less a cachinnus;
We are vehicles, not of tobacco alone,
But of anything else they may choose to put in us."

WM. COWPER.





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