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Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

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

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...



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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