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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...



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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