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

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

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

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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



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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