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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

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



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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