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History Smoking
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The First Pipes Of Tobacco Smoked In England
Before the wine of sunny Rhine, or even Madam Clicquot's,
Let all men praise, with loud hurras, this panacea of Nicot's.
...
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Tobacco Triumphant: Smoking Fashionable And Universal
Tobacco engages
Both sexes, all ages,
The poor as well as the wealthy;
From the court to the cottage,
From ch...
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Tobacco Triumphant - Smoking Abuse And Praise Of Tobacco
This is my friend Abel, an honest fellow;
He lets me have good tobacco.
BEN JONSON, _The Alchemist._
The dru...
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Cavalier And Roundhead Smokers
"A custom lothsome to the eye, hatefull to the Nose,
harmefull to the braine, dangerous to the lungs, and in the
black...
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Smoking In The Restoration Period
The Indian weed withered quite
Green at noon, cut down at night,
Shows thy decay--
All flesh is hay:
...
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Smoking Under King William Iii And Queen Anne
Hail! social pipe--thou foe of care,
Companion of my elbow-chair;
As forth thy curling fumes arise,
They seem an eve...
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Smoking Unfashionable: Early Georgian Days
Lord Fopling smokes not--for his teeth afraid;
Sir Tawdry smokes not--for he wears brocade.
ISAAC HAWKINS BROWNE,...
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Signs Of Revival
Some sigh for this and that
My wishes don't go far;
The world may wag at will,
So I have my cigar.
...
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Early Victorian Days
Scent to match thy rich perfume
Chemic art did ne'er presume
Through her quaint alembic strain,
None so sovereign to...
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Later Victorian Days
When life was all a summer day,
And I was under twenty,
Three loves were scattered in my way--
And three at once...
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Smoking In The Twentieth Century
Sweet when the morn is grey;
Sweet, when they've clear'd away
Lunch; and at close of day
Possibly sweetest.
...
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Smoking By Women
Ladies, when pipes are brought, affect to swoon;
They love no smoke, except the smoke of Town.
A story is to...
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Smoking In Church
For thy sake, TOBACCO, I
Would do anything but die.
CHARLES LAMB, _A Farewell to Tobacco._
The use of tobacc...
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Smoking
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Matrimony And Smoking Compared
The circumstances in which I gave up smoking were these:
I was a mere bachelor, drifting toward what I now see to be a tragic
mid...
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My First Cigar
It was not in my chambers, but three hundred miles further north, that
I learned to smoke. I think I may say with confidence that...
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The Arcadia Mixture
Darkness comes, and with it the porter to light our stair gas. He
vanishes into his box. Already the inn is so quiet that the tap...
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My Pipes
In a select company of scoffers my brier was known as the Mermaid. The
mouth-piece was a cigarette-holder, and months of unwearied p...
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My Tobacco-pouch
I once knew a lady who said of her husband that he looked nice when
sitting with a rug over him. My female relatives seemed to ha...
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My Smoking-table
Had it not been for a bootblack at Charing Cross I should probably never
have bought the smoking-table. I had to pass that boy ev...
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Gilray
Gilray is an actor, whose life I may be said to have strangely
influenced, for it was I who brought him and the Arcadia Mixture
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Marriot
I have hinted that Marriot was our sentimental member. He was seldom
sentimental until after midnight, and then only when he and ...
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Jimmy
With the exception of myself, Jimmy Moggridge was no doubt the most
silent of the company that met so frequently in my rooms. Just a...
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Scrymgeour
Scrymgeour was an artist and a man of means, so proud of his profession
that he gave all his pictures fancy prices, and so wealthy t...
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His Wife's Cigars
Though Pettigrew, who is a much more successful journalist than Jimmy,
says pointedly of his wife that she encourages his smoking...
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Gilray's Flower-pot
I charge Gilray's unreasonableness to his ignoble passion for
cigarettes; and the story of his flower-pot has therefore an obvious
...
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The Grandest Scene In History
Though Scrymgeour only painted in watercolors, I think--I never looked
at his pictures--he had one superb idea, which we often ad...
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My Brother Henry
Strictly speaking I never had a brother Henry, and yet I cannot say that
Henry was an impostor. He came into existence in a curio...
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House-boat Arcadia
Scrymgeour had a house-boat called, of course, the _Arcadia_, to
which he was so ill-advised as to invite us all at once. He was at ...
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The Arcadia Mixture Again
One day, some weeks after we left Scrymgeour's house-boat, I was
alone in my rooms, very busy smoking, when William John entered ...
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The Romance Of A Pipe-cleaner
We continued to visit the _Arcadia_, though only one at a time now,
and Gilray, who went most frequently, also remained longest. ...
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What Could He Do?
This was another of Marriot's perplexities of the heart. He had been on
the Continent, and I knew from his face, the moment he retur...
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Primus
Primus is my brother's eldest son, and he once spent his Easter
holidays with me. I did not want him, nor was he anxious to come, bu...
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Primus To His Uncle
Though we all pretended to be glad when Primus went, we spoke of him
briefly at times, and I read his letters aloud at our evenin...
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English-grown Tobacco
Pettigrew asked me to come to his house one evening and test some
tobacco that had been grown in his brother's Devonshire garden. I ...
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How Heroes Smoke
On a tiger-skin from the ice-clad regions of the sunless north recline
the heroes of Ouida, rose-scented cigars in their mouths; the...
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The Ghost Of Christmas Eve
A few years ago, as some may remember, a startling ghost-paper appeared
in the monthly organ of the Society for Haunting Houses. ...
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Not The Arcadia
Those who do not know the Arcadia may have a mixture that their
uneducated palate loves, but they are always ready to try other
...
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A Face That Haunted Marriot
This is not a love affair, Marriot shouted, apologetically.
He had sat the others out again, but when I saw his intention I escape...
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Arcadians At Bay
I have said that Jimmy spent much of his time in contributing to various
leading waste-paper baskets, and that of an evening he was ...
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Jimmy's Dream
I see before me (said Jimmy, savagely) a court, where I, James
Moggridge, am arraigned on a charge of assaulting the editor of
the ...
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Gilray's Dream
Conceive me (said Gilray, with glowing face) invited to write a
criticism of the Critics' Dramatic Society for the _Standard_.
I se...
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Pettigrew's Dream
My dream (said Pettigrew) contrasts sadly with those of my young
friends. They dream of revenge, but my dream is tragic. I see my ed...
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The Murder In The Inn
Sometimes I think it is all a dream, and that I did not really murder
the waits. Perhaps they are living still. Yet the scene is ver...
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The Perils Of Not Smoking
When the Arcadians heard that I had signed an agreement to give up
smoking they were first incredulous, then sarcastic, then angr...
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My Last Pipe
The night of my last smoke drew near without any demonstration on my
part or on that of my friends. I noticed that none of them w...
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When My Wife Is Asleep And All The House Is Still
Perhaps the heading of this paper will deceive some readers into
thinking that I smoke nowadays in camera. It is, I know, a commo...
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Man Know Thy-self
Know this and be assured quite well, ...
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Vanity All Is Vanity
...
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stimulus. Alcohol, ever true to its companion, steps in and supplies
this artificial stimulus. It is a scientific fact that tobacco...
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Tobacco From A Moral Stand-point |
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Preface
This is the first attempt to write the history of smoking in this
country from the social point of view. There have been many books
...
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The First Pipes Of Tobacco Smoked In England
Before the wine of sunny Rhine, or even Madam Clicquot's,
Let all men praise, with loud hurras, this panacea of Nicot's.
...
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Tobacco Triumphant: Smoking Fashionable And Universal
Tobacco engages
Both sexes, all ages,
The poor as well as the wealthy;
From the court to the cottage,
From ch...
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Abuse And Praise Of Tobacco
This is my friend Abel, an honest fellow;
He lets me have good tobacco.
BEN JONSON, _The Alchemist._
The dru...
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Cavalier And Roundhead Smokers
A custom lothsome to the eye, hatefull to the Nose,
harmefull to the braine, dangerous to the lungs, and in the
blacke...
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Smoking In The Restoration Period
The Indian weed withered quite
Green at noon, cut down at night,
Shows thy decay--
All flesh is hay:
...
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Smoking Under King William Iii And Queen Anne
Hail! social pipe--thou foe of care,
Companion of my elbow-chair;
As forth thy curling fumes arise,
They seem an eve...
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Smoking Unfashionable: Early Georgian Days
Lord Fopling smokes not--for his teeth afraid;
Sir Tawdry smokes not--for he wears brocade.
ISAAC HAWKINS BROWNE,...
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Smoking Unfashionable: Later Georgian Days
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, I can't understand
What the ladies and gentlemen see in your face,
That you are in fash...
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Signs Of Revival
Some sigh for this and that
My wishes don't go far;
The world may wag at will,
So I have my cigar.
THOM...
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Early Victorian Days
Scent to match thy rich perfume
Chemic art did ne'er presume
Through her quaint alembic strain,
None so sovereign to...
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Later Victorian Days
When life was all a summer day,
And I was under twenty,
Three loves were scattered in my way--
And three at once...
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Smoking In The Twentieth Century
Sweet when the morn is grey;
Sweet, when they've clear'd away
Lunch; and at close of day
Possibly sweetest.
...
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Smoking By Women
Ladies, when pipes are brought, affect to swoon;
They love no smoke, except the smoke of Town.
ISAAC HAWKINS BROW...
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Smoking In Church
For thy sake, TOBACCO, I
Would do anything but die.
CHARLES LAMB, _A Farewell to Tobacco._
The use of tobacc...
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Tobacconists' Signs
I would enjoin every shop to make use of a sign which
bears some affinity to the wares in which it deals.
ADDISON...
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A Covnter-blaste To Tobacco
That the manifolde abuses of this vile custome of _Tobacco_ taking, may
the better be espied, it is fit, that first you enter into c...
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Smoking Poems
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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 O...
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A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._
A poet's pipe am I,
And my Abyssinian tint
Is an unmistakable hint
That he lay...
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My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy,
And for every little pleasure has some pathologic bogy,
Who will bear...
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To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._
The pipe came safe, and welcome, too,
As anything must be from you;
A meerschaum pure,...
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My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me;
When friends are fled, thy presence charms me.
If thou art full, though purse ...
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The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke,
In my still and cosey room;
From the fading past evoke
Forms that breathe of summer's bl...
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Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._
Not like clouds that cap the mountains,
Not like mists that mask the sea,
Not like vapors round t...
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Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down;
And he, from his meerschaum's glossy brown,
With a ring of smoke made his king...
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Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise,
You'll find _a jar_ the gates of Paradise.
_Copes Tobacco Plant._
...
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Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid,
But woo the goddess through a yard of clay;
And soon you'll own she is the fairest...
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The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim,
And heavy hangs each unstrung limb,
'Tis sweet through smoke-puffs, wreathing slow,
...
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Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe,
That now I clutch within my gripe,
What joy is in thy smooth, round bowl,
As black as coal!
S...
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A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale,
Or with alcohol moisten his thrapple,
Only give me, I pray, a good pipe of soft...
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Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OVER HER
GRAVE._
Let no cold marble o'er my body rise--
But only ...
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The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._)
I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beechen tree,
With its leaves by the autumn made ripe;
While they cling to...
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A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig,
Ne'er deemed the smoke-cloud _infra dig._,
In which you could not see his wig,
...
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A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet,
Who likes to muse and take her ease,
She loves to smoke a cigarette;
To dream in silken ...
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It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds
I've gathered too;
But even weeds may be
As fragrant as
The fairest flower
With some sweet mem...
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Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS.
When the year is young, what sweets are flung
By the violets, hiding, dim,
...
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Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend,
Whom I have smoked these fourteen years and more,
My best companion, fai...
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Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth,
Killer of dulness, parent of mirth,
Come in the sad hour, come in the gay,
...
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Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two
Together long had dwelt;
Neither, alas! of love so true
The bitter pang had felt.
B...
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An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._
Luck, my dear Norton, still makes shifts,
To mix a mortal with her gifts,
Which he may find who...
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An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight,
And thus produce so rich a Margarite!
It is the fountain whence all pleasu...
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On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe,
One worthy knight and gentlemanne
Did bring me here, to charm and chere,
To physical a...
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To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay!
'Tis thine to smooth life's rugged way,
To give a happiness unknown
To those--who let a pi...
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The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh,
Briton of the truest type,
When that too devoted valet
Quenched your first-recorded ...
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To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face
Nestled lightly in a case;
'Twas a jolly cosy place,
I surmise;
And a zeal...
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Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before,
And those who always smoked--now smoke the more."
...
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Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles,
O'er cankered care bring radiant smiles,
Best gift of Love to mortals given!
At ...
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Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._
If love were dhudeen olden,
And I were like the weed,
Oh! we would live together
And love the...
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In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise,
Faces of olden days uprise,
And in his dreamers revery
They haunt the sm...
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Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown,
Alone I puff my brier brown,
And watch the ashes settle down
In lambent flashes;
...
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Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life;
By thee I mean to choose a wife.
Tube, thy _color_ let me find,
In her _skin_, and in her _m...
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My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day,
And I was under twenty,
Three loves were scattered in my way--
And three at once are plent...
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Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose
Was just the very one you might suppose.
Love keep a shop?--his trade, oh! quickly...
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Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light
When the clouds around disperse;
Clouds to gather, thick as night,
Is the smoker's univer...
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In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony
To fatten men like swine;
But he's a frugal man indeed
That with a leaf can dine,
And...
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My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_.
To my sweet cigarette I am singing
This joyous and bright bacca-role;
Just now to ...
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The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar,
And first sets out wild oats to sow,
He puffs a stiff and stark cigar,
And quaffs c...
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Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro,
And ye who dare to drink, take heed!
And see in smoke a friendly foe,--
A slave is e...
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He Respondeth.
SHE.
You still persist in using,
I observe with great regret,
The needlessly expensive
Cigarette.
HE.
...
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To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall
At the corner of a street,
And she had a smile for all.
Many were the friends she'd greet
...
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Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall
Gits to rattlin' in the trees,
An' the man thet knows it all,
'Spicions frost in every b...
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Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANSLATED BY
EDWARD BRECK._
As oft I fill my faithful pipe,
To ...
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The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East,
There dwelt a race whose softly flowing hours
Passed like the vision of a royal...
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The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,--
Something sweeter than jasmine scent,
Sweeter than rose and violet blent,
M...
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To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well,
In learned doctor's spite;
Thy clouds all other clouds dispel,
And lap me in del...
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Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker,
Help me sing of Knickerbocker!
Boughton, had you bid me chant
Hymns to Peter Stuyvesant,...
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The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_.
They were three jolly sailors bold,
Who sailed across the sea;
They'd braved the storm, and stood ...
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The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,--
Or p'raps a bit before,--
And now these here three sailors bold
Went cruising ...
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"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the
praise-worthy editorial research of Mr. Burton Forman."
So "Keats ...
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The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed,
An earthen bowl, a stem of reed,
What care I for the weather?
Though winter freeze and ...
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The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort
In an old clay pipe, I find,
If you're kind of out of humor
Or in trouble in your mind....
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Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff,
Makes half a sentence at a time enough;
The dozing sages drop the drowsy strain,
T...
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Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manly face,
As he pressed her to his bosom in a fervent, fond embrace.
...
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The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette,
Straight I see a Spanish girl,--
Mantilla, fan, coquettish curl,
Languid airs and dimpled ...
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Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl,
As mist from the waterfall given,
Or the locks that float round beauty's throat...
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How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood,
Or rather, sat,
Drank beer in plenty, ate abundant food;
For t...
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Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet,
Her soft eyes touched with fond regret,
Doubt and desire her mind beset,
Fondling her...
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In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to do,
When I think about them days we used to spend
A hoein' out to...
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Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine.
A welcome waits you, and sound wine,--
The Roederer chilly to a charm,
As Juno's breath th...
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To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills,
In the quivering light of a star,
In the flash of a silvery rill,
Yet to me ...
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Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours,
Full many a time 'twixt night and morn
Thy muse hath roamed through poesy's bowers
Upon ...
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Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I
Set out to face the world alone;
And, in a garret near the sky,
Had scarce a crust t...
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Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes,
Your richest incense raise;
Let's take a smoke, a parting smoke,
For good old ...
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Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite,
Green at noon, cut down at night,
Shows thy decay; all flesh is hay,
Thus thinke, then dr...
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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 ro...
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Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear,
Whom fifty thousand dollars made so dear,
To test Lothario's passion, simply said,
...
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To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest,
Belov'd and honored by the wise,
Come filled with honest "Weekly's best,"
And ...
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A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough,
A whiff or a puff
From the heart of a pipe to get;
And a dainty maid
Or a budding blade
Ma...
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My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights
While smoking cigarettes,
Whose opiates get in their pates
Till waking brings regre...
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Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend,
Come, and thy suppliant attend
In each dull, lonely hour;
And though misfortunes l...
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A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire,
I ne'er knew the Benedict's yoke;
I worship a fairy-like, fanciful form,
Tha...
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The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip,
Clutched between the dreamer's lip,
Fragrant odors from thy bowl
Mingling with the dream...
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Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth
Came breathing o'er the aromatic South,
Not like a "bed of violets" on the gale,
...
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Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray,
Or the snow-white plume of a maiden,
The smoke-wreaths rise to the starlit skies
...
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A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse
Straight confound my stammering verse
If I can a passage see
In this word-perplexity,
Or a fit...
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A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse
Than all the grape's bewildering juice,
We worship, unforbid of thee;
And as her incense float...
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My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world,
As stanch and true as steel.
There are: and by their friendships firm
Is life mad...
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Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table,
By the bills of a year buried o'er,
In a feminine hand and requesting
My presence ...
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The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._"
Open the old cigar-box, get me a Cuba stout,
For things are running crossways, a...
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On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form,
So late with living inspirations warm;
Type of all other creatures formed of clay--
...
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A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name.
Nina? No.
Alina? No.
It does end with "ina," though.
Guess again. Ch...
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My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet
That charms afar unrest and sorrow,
The magic wand that, far beyond
To-day, can conjure up to...
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The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love;
Canst aid me? By my life,
I'll ask not gods above
To help me choose a w...
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A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_."
'Twas in Queen Bess's golden days
That smoking came in fashion;
And from the court it quickl...
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Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._"
Let others sing the praise of wine;
I'll tolerate no queen
But one fair nymph of spotless l...
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Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum,
For the vile street organs play;
And the torture they're inflicting
Will vanish quite away.
...
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Wrongfellow.
I like cigars
Beneath the stars,
Upon the waters blue.
To laugh and float
While rocks the boat
Upon the waves,--...
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"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met?
I was turning twenty--well! I don't forget
How I walked along,
Humm...
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My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe
Thy scarred and blackened form,
For thou to me wilt ever be--
Whate'er betides t...
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A Warning.
HE.
I loathe all books. I hate to see
The world and men through others' eyes;
My own are good enough for me.
These ...
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She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint!
Around my pretty, cherished book,
The odor vile, the noisome taint
Of horrid, stal...
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To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand
What the ladies and gentlemen see in your face,
That you are in fashion...
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A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part
From those we love and cherish;
How deeply does it pain one's heart
To know all things ...
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The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine,
Or Venus, love, and beauty's smile;
I choose a theme not less divine,--
The plant t...
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Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling
The smoke of my cigarette
In a sinuous spray is reeling,
Forming flower and minaret.
W...
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What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream,
Upon the grassy bank of some calm stream--
And smoke.
To climb wi...
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My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved,
High carved and plain, dark-hued and creamy,
Slim tubes for cigarettes rese...
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Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack
Bidst them avaunt, and Black
Care, at the horseman's back
Perching, unseatest;
Swee...
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On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care,
Removed the wrappages, stripe after stripe,
And when the hidden contents were laid ...
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My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter,
I carry in my pocket:
It is not any woman's face
Set in a golden locket;
It is not any k...
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'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles,
A glorious summer day,
I sat upon the quarter deck,
And whiffed my cares away;
And...
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Latakia.
I.
When all the panes are hung with frost,
Wild wizard-work of silver lace,
I draw my sofa on the rug,
Before the ancie...
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My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit
And feed in solitude at home,
Perchance an ultra-bilious fit
Paints all the world an o...
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The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last
And pouch and pipe put by,
And Smoked and Smoker both alike
In dust and ashes li...
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Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove,
Companion still of my retreat,
Thou dost my gloomy thoughts remove,
And purg...
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Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night;
I'm too sleepy to read and too lazy to write;
So I'll watch the blue ...
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Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently
sufficient grounds, to the Rev. Ralph Erskine, or, as he
design...
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Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed,
Grows green at morn, cut down at eve;
It shows decay; we are but clay;
Think of this when yo...
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Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will,
Youth, Beauty, Love, or Glory, still
My theme shall be Tobacco!
Hail, weed, eclip...
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The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that,
My wishes don't go far;
The world may wag at will,
So I have my cigar.
Some fret the...
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Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear,
The gods I need not envy here;
And as the smoke fades in the wind,
Our fleeting life ...
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The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times,
With Amy, Nellie, Katie, Mary--
To name them all would stretch my rhymes
From ...
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Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less,
Through life the whole of my success;
With my cigar I'm sage and wise,--
Without, I'm dull...
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The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears,
A glowing pipe my spirit cheers;
And still it glads the length'ning day
'Neath February's mil...
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An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone,
And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known,
So I turn the le...
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A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books,
The glutton of cooks,
The lover of Celia's soft smack--O!
No mortal can b...
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Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days.
What needs my Muse to sing thy various praise?
In country or in town, on ...
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To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow,
Well-lighted cigar,
Makes happy thoughts flow,
And drives sorrow afar.
The stronger the win...
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Cigars And Beer.
Here
With my beer
I sit,
While golden moments flit.
Alas!
They pass
Unheeded by;
A...
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Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire,
Your fame to raise,
Upon its blaze,
Alas! ye do but light...
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A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff;
And 'tis pleasant enough
To those who have got the right knack, O!
But give me, my b...
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If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier.
The skies of time and chance are seldom clear,
We would inform them all, with bl...
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The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes as well,
There's plain pipes an' fancy pipes--things jes made to sell;
...
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Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan,
The pacha in his palace lolls at ease;
Latakieh fumes his sensual palate please,
While ...
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In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette
I sat and smoked, with no regret
For all the tumult that had been.
The distances were still ...
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The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette;
Maud, my wife, and the tenor, McKey,
Were singing together a blithe duet,
And days it were be...
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My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite,
My little sweet,
Why do you cry?
Why this small tear,
So pure and clear,
In each blue eye?
...
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A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book,
A cosy nook,
A fire,--at least its embers;
A dog, a glass:--
'Tis thus we pass
Such hours as...
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Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit
In a dull old under-ground room I knew,
And sip cheap beer, and be glad for it,
With...
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Giving Up Alcohol
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Why I Quit
First off, let me state the object of the meeting: This is to be a
record of sundry experiences centering round a stern resolve to g...
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How I Quit
This took some time. I didn't dash into it. I had done that before, and
had dashed out again just as impetuously. I revolved the mat...
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What I Quit
I had been drinking thus for practically twenty years. I did not drink
at all until after I was twenty-one and not much until after ...
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When I Quit
For purposes of comprehensive record I have divided the various stages
of my waterwagoning into these parts: the obsession stage; th...
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After I Quit
I had a good lively tilt with John Barleycorn, ranging over twenty
years. I know all about drinking. I figured it this way: I have a...
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