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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

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

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

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

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

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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...



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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