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Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

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

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

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

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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