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

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

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

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

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

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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



VIRGINIA'S KINGLY PLANT.








_BY AN "OLD SALT."_


Oh, muse! grant me the power
(I have the will) to sing
How oft in lonely hour,
When storms would round me lower,
Tobacco's proved a king!

Philanthropists, no doubt
With good intentions ripe,
Their dogmas may put out,
And arrogantly shout
The evils of the pipe.

Kind moralists, with tracts,
Opinions fine may show;
Produce a thousand facts,--
How ill tobacco acts
Man's system to o'erthrow.

Learn'd doctors have employed
Much patience, time, and skill,
To prove tobacco cloyed
With acrid alkaloid,
With power the nerves to kill.

E'en popes have curst the plant;
Kings bade its use to cease;
But all the pontiff's rant
And royal James's cant
Ne'er made its use decrease.

Teetotalers may stamp
And roar at pipes and beer;
But place them in a swamp,
When nights are dark and damp,--
Their tunes would change, I fear.

No advocate am I
Of excess in one or t'other,
And ne'er essayed to try
In wine to drown a sigh,
Or a single care to smother.

Yet, in moderation pure,
A glass is well enough;
But a troubled heart to cure,
Kind feelings to insure,
Give me a cheerful puff.

How oft a learn'd divine
His sermons will prepare,
Not by imbibing wine,
But 'neath th' influence fine
Of a pipe of "baccy" rare!

How many a pleasing scene,
How many a happy joke,
How many a satire keen,
Or problem sharp, has been
Evolved or born of smoke!

How oft amidst the jar,
Of storms on ruin bent,
On shipboard, near or far,
To the drenched and shiv'ring tar,
Tobacco's solace lent!

Oh, tell me not 'tis bad,
Or that it shortens life!
Its charms can soothe the sad,
And make the wretched glad,
In trouble and in strife.

'Tis used in every clime,
By all men, high and low;
It is praised in prose and rhyme,
And can but end with time;
So let the kind herb grow!

'Tis a friend to the distress'd;
'Tis a comforter in need;
It is social, soothing, blest;
It has fragrance, force, and zest;
Then hail the kingly weed!

ANON.





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