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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

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

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

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

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...



A BACHELOR'S VIEWS.








A pipe, a book,
A cosy nook,
A fire,--at least its embers;
A dog, a glass:--
'Tis thus we pass
Such hours as one remembers.

Who'd wish to wed?
Poor Cupid's dead
These thousand years, I wager.
The modern maid
Is but a jade,
Not worth the time to cage her.

In silken gown
To "take" the town
Her first and last ambition.
What good is she
To you or me
Who have but a "position"?

So let us drink
To her,--but think
Of him who has to keep her;
And _sans_ a wife
Let's spend our life
In bachelordom,--it's cheaper.

TOM HALL.





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