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A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...



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,
That goes up the chimney in smoke.

I sit in my dressing-gowned slipperful ease,
Without wife or bairns to provoke,
And puff at my pipe, while my hopes and my fears
All go up the chimney in smoke.

I sit with my pipe, and my heart's lonesome care
I try, but all vainly, to choke.
Ah, me! but I find that the flame that Love lights
Won't go up the chimney in smoke.

_Cigar and Tobacco World_, London.





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