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The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...



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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