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An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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



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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