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

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

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

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

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

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

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

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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



VIRGINIA TOBACCO.








Two maiden dames of sixty-two
Together long had dwelt;
Neither, alas! of love so true
The bitter pang had felt.

But age comes on, they say, apace,
To warn us of our death,
And wrinkles mar the fairest face,--
At last it stops our breath.

One of these dames tormented sore
With that curst pang, toothache,
Was at a loss for such a bore
What remedy to take.

"I've heard," thought she, "this ill to cure,
A pipe is good, they say.
Well then, tobacco I'll endure,
And smoke the pain away."

The pipe was lit, the tooth soon well,
And she retired to rest,
When then the other ancient belle
Her spinster maid addressed,--

"Let me request a favor, pray"--
"I'll do it if I can"--
"Oh! well, then, love, smoke every day,
_You smell so like a man!_"

Attributed to JOHN STANLEY GREGSON.





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