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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

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

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

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

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