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Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...



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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