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

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

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

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

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...



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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