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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

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

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...



TOBACCO IS AN INDIAN WEED.








Tobacco's but an Indian weed,
Grows green at morn, cut down at eve;
It shows decay; we are but clay;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.

The pipe that is so lily white,
Wherein so many take delight,
Is broke with a touch,--man's life is such;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.

The pipe that is so foul within
Shows how man's soul is stained with sin,
And then the fire it doth require;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.

The ashes that are left behind
Do serve to put us all in mind
That unto dust return we must;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.

The smoke that does so high ascend
Shews us man's life must have an end;
The vapor's gone,--man's life is done;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.

From "_Pills to Purge Melancholy_."





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