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A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

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

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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...



MEERSCHAUM.








Come to me, O my meerschaum,
For the vile street organs play;
And the torture they're inflicting
Will vanish quite away.

I open my study window
And into the twilight peer,
And my anxious eyes are watching
For the man with my evening beer.

In one hand is the shining pewter,
All amber the ale doth glow;
In t'other are long "churchwardens,"
As spotless and pure as snow.

Ah! what would the world be to us
Tobaccoless?--Fearful bore!
We should dread the day after to-morrow
Worse than the day before.

As the elephant's trunk to the creature,
Is the pipe to the man, I trow;
Useful and meditative
As the cud to the peaceful cow.

So to the world is smoking;
Through that we feel, with bliss
That, whatever worlds come after,
A jolly old world is this.

Come to me, O my meerschaum,
And whisper to me here,
If you like me better than coffee,
Than grog, or the bitter beer.

Oh! what are our biggest winnings,
If peaceful content we miss?
Though fortune may give us an innings
She seldom conveys us bliss.

You're better than all the fortunes
That ever were made or broke;
For a penny will always fill
And buy me content with a smoke.




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