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To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...



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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