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To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

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

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

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

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



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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