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Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

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

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

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

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

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

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



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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