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Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

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

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

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

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



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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