TOBACCO LEAVES 



Fill the calumet and hookah, 

 And we'll send in wreaths of smoke a 

 Savoury incense up to Gitche Manito! 

 The Bohemian. 



LONE WOODEN INDIAN 



WHERE are thy kinsmen, lonely brave, 



Who erst adorned the city's walks, 

 And raised above the thronging pave 



A row of hickory tomahawks? 

 Who stood in menacing array 



Along the border of the flags, 

 And filled with swift, supreme dismay 



The owners of nocturnal jags! 



Lines to a Wooden Indian. 



ODD EPIGRAMS FOR TOBACCO JARS 



I AM, and am not, 

 A family jar. 



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