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A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

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

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

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

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

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...



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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