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

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

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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



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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