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"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

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

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

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

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

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...



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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