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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

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

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

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

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

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...



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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