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A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

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

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...



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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