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Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

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

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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



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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