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Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

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

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...



WITH PIPE AND BOOK.








With Pipe and Book at close of day,
Oh, what is sweeter, mortal, say?
It matters not what book on knee,
Old Izaak or the Odyssey,
It matters not meerschaum or clay.

And though one's eyes will dream astray,
And lips forget to sue or sway,
It is "enough to merely be,"
With Pipe and Book.

What though our modern skies be gray,
As bards aver, I will not pray
For "soothing Death" to succor me,
But ask this much, O Fate, of thee,
A little longer yet to stay
With Pipe and Book.

RICHARD LE GALLIENNE.





Next: A POET'S PIPE.




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