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The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

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

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

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

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



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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