A southern minister was completing a temperance sermon. With great expression, he said, "If I had all the beer in the world, I'd take it and pour it into the river." With even greater emphasis, he said, "And if I had all the wine in the world, I'd ... Read more of Minister for drinks at Free Jokes.caInformational Site Network Informational
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The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

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

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

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

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

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

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