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An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

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

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



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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