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My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

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



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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