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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

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

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

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

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

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

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



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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