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Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

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

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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