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A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

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

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



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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