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Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

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

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

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...

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

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

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

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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



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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