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

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

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...



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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