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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

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

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



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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