TOBACCO LEAVES 



And lit it for me with such witching grace 

 I could not choose withhold the lovesome 



meed. 

 And now thou bringest to my sight her 



face, 

 As then she thrilled me beneath my kiss's 



strain. 



Bon Tabac. 



THE CONSOLING PIPE 



THE heathen god Pan 

 Was a good-looking man, 

 But unluckily cursed with the legs of a 



goat; 



Which made Syrinx look down 

 Upon Pan with a frown 

 And on Syrinx, it was, he was fated to 

 dote. 



He was pining away 

 Grew thinner each day 

 But small consolation from Syrinx he got. 



Ill 



