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

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

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

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

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

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

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

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

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

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...



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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