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On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

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

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

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

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