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My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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

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

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

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

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...



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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