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

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

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

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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



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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