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

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

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

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

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

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

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

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

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

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

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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



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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