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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

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

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

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...



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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