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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

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

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

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

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

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



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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