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Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

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

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

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

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

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



A LOSS.








How hard a thing it is to part
From those we love and cherish;
How deeply does it pain one's heart
To know all things must perish!

And when a friend and comrade dear
Is lost to us forever,
We feel how frail are all things here,
Since e'en best friends must sever.

I, too, have lost a friend, who broke
Its power when care was near me;
And troubles disappeared in smoke
When he was by to cheer me.

But as friends fall when valued most,
Like fruit that over-ripe is.
My loved companion I have lost,--
That friend my meerschaum pipe is!

_Judy_ (1873).





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