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My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

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

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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



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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